A hitchhiker...

You see a woman on the side of the road slowly walking backwards with her thumb out. She's wearing shorts and a tanktop and has a big camping backpack on her back. As you get closer, you can make out her features, she has shoulder-length black hair, golden brown skin and dark eyes. She is, you can't help but notice, very pretty, smiling solicitously as one does when one is looking for a ride. You slow down and pull off to the side of the road, just past her.

You roll down your passenger window and the woman approaches and ducks down to stick her head in.

"Hi! Thanks for stopping! I hadn't seen anyone for a while, I was starting to worry that I'd found a ghost town," she says.

"Yeah, it is pretty quiet out here. Go ahead and throw your pack in the back, I'll take you where you're goin'" you say.

"Great! Thanks!" says the woman, walking around the back of the car. You're driving a station wagon, so it's easy for her to open the back and lay her pack down. "Fishing pole and tackle box, huh? Goin' fishing?"

"Yeah, that's the idea, just heading up to a new cabin for the long weekend to relax. If I catch some fish, so much the better," you reply.

The woman steps back around the car and pokes her head in the window again, saying "fair warning, I've been on the trail for a few weeks, so I smell preeetty bad."

"Hahaha, well, I'll roll down my window and try to bear it," you reply.

Now that you get a closer looks, you can appreciate her face a little better. She has soft cheeks and twinkling eyes that would make her cute, rather than pretty, but she also has a big mouth with full lips that make her sexy rather than cute. She also has serious curves that stand out under her sweat-soaked tanktop.

"So, where ya headin'" you ask.

"Well, my little trail guide says there's a motel that's not too bad down the road a ways here. I was planning on stopping there for the night," she replies as she slides into the passenger seat.

"Ok, let's get going!" you say.

You hit the gas and pull back onto the road. You talk to the hitchhiker a little bit about her hike. Turns out she's been on the trail for a month, having hiked a few hundred miles. You also learn that she wasn't kidding about smelling bad. She's got a week of solid caked on sweat and dirt on her, which even a open window can't blow away. You ask her lots of questions about camping, and she tells you a few funny stories about her hike, but she gets cut short in the middle of one because you pull up to the motel.