Re: The Last Time You Touched Long Hair

by Mike James

I get to touch my gf's hair every day, but I don't think that's what kind of story you're looking for. I did get to touch a woman's long hair under very odd circimstances not long ago.

I was driving home at the end of a long day and was heading for the nerest interstate highway, because I was almost an hour from home. It was cold, the sun was setting, and the wind was picking up. About two miles from the Interstate, I picked up what I thought was a teenage girl hitchhiking. She got in, and it turned out she was much older than she looked, probably late twenties, maybe early thirties. She was frozen from standing by the side of the road, Nobody would pick her up until I did. She was married with kids, and she was hitching to her cousin's house which was two hours south of where we were. She'd had a big fight with her husband and he drove off in theri car. She called his mother to come and watch the kids and told her she was going to walk to the village to clear her head and grab a pizza. What she had done was get hammered, and then decided to hitch to her cousin's and stay there and teach him a lesson.

She talked and talked about how much of a jerk her husband was, and started flirting with me. One of the things she said to me was "I'm still pretty enough to get a new boyfriend, aren't I?"

I said she was, of course, and she asked what about her I thought was pretty. She was all bundled up, so I couldn't see much of her body. I told her she had pretty hair, which was true, although I couldn't see muc of that either, since it disappeared into her heavy coat. What I could see was brown and wavy, and in the light of the oncoming headlights I could see it had a nice shine.

Well, I must have said exactly the thing she wanted to hear. She put her hand behind her neck and lifted it all out of her coat. It reached down well past her shoulders. Then she said "It's soft, too. Feel!" And she leaned sideways toward me and tossed her hair against my chest. I took a hand off the wheel and felt it. She was right, it was very fine and soft. And it smelled nice, too--a nice change from the tequila and cigarette smell she'd been breathing on me since she got in.