Head on into town

Looking right and left, you decide too many unknowns and decide to finish heading on in to town.
Eventually you come to a gas station and with your stomach growling you decide to stop and get something to eat. Walking up to the entrance, you notice that there is an indicator saying this is a grey hound bus stop.

“Evening young fells anything I can help you with.” An older man asks from behind the counter.

“A little hungry gonna look first.” You tell him.

You wander the isles the only person in the store, other than the clerk. After selecting a bottle of Gatorade and a Burrito, you head for the register to pay for your items.

“That’ll be 6.34 Sir.” The clerk tells you.

You pay the man and decide to check, “When’s your next bus coming thru?”

“Funny you should ask that, we have a bus due at 3 am heading to Lansing then onto Detroit.

“Hmm, gets you out of the immediate area but farther from the lake house.” You tell yourself.

“How much would a ticket to Detroit be?” You ask.

“42 Dollars even sir,” The clerk tells you.

“I’ll take a one way ticket.” You tell the clerk pulling out three twenties.

The clerk gives you your change and starts processing your ticket. Curios, you find yourself needing to ask, “Why did you find my question funny?”

Looking up with surprise, the clerk looks at you. “Oh, this young girl was in here an hour ago to buy a ticket. Pretty young thing, said she was going to New York to be a star. Don’t know why her parents would let a girl who turned eighteen last week do that, but no it’s none of my business.”

You pocket your change, thanking the clerk, you head outside to wait. Hopefully you’ll be able to make it all the way to Detroit, before the alarm is raised, and can disappear into the city.

Sitting there in the dark, you mark the minutes as they pass waiting patiently. About an hour before the bus is supposed to arrive you see an old rickety pickup pull up, and a slight figure jumps out with a well stuffed suitcase. This must be the Girl that was in earlier, you decide as you gaze devours her well defined curves. She has blond hair, but you can tell from the light of the parking lot that’s it’s from a bottle. She’s wearing a faded pink tank top, her breasts appear to be large handfuls, and you don’t see any lines indicating a bra. Her jeans are well worn and faded, cupping her ass to perfection. Taking her in, your libido jumps to life as your cock starts to swell, being in close proximity to this nubile young woman.

She sits down next to you on the worn bench.” Hi, my name is Sheralyn.” She says to you.