Our relationship was sometimes good, often tumultuous, but it was what it was, just... different. It was mid-July, hot as hell, and around 8:30 at nig...t. I was heading out to get something to eat, since I didn't feel like cooking anything. I was still a bit sweaty from work, as I hadn't taken a shower yet. Though, I never had a problem with body odor, so it never bothered me or anyone else. I'm also always shaved smooth, hating body hair, and that included my armpits.Walking from my bedroom. But, she could twist and turn and squirm and move, which she was doing. Each movement was delightful to watch as her muscles expanded and contracted, her breasts jiggled. Being stretched made her twenty-three-inch waist even more narrow, emphasizing the difference between it and her full, flaring, thirty-six-inch hips. Her lush, D-cup, breasts never stopped moving invitingly. Her face was a picture of lust and fear, framed by her blonde mane behind her. I made a video. Too bad you cannot see it. “No, I just have the world’s tiniest bikini on,” she joked. She was completely naked save for a small belly chain. Ben knew she was naked but he was trying to make conversation.“Is this flap part of the swimsuit?” Ben pointed to Harley’s very large clit hood that was hanging out from between her vagina lips. Her eyes told him that she didn’t appreciate the joke. He asked if he could touch it anyway with a sense of awe on his face.“You can if you are prepared to draw back a nub,” Harley smiled. “Hi, my name is Erin. Thanks for inviting me to join you.” I said sticking out my hand.He shook it and said, “You’re a hitchhiker, aren’t ya?““Ah, no,” I said, not wanting to be too obvious. “I am just a lonely traveler on the highway of life stopping for breakfast.”He laughed and said, “My name is Dakota but everyone calls me Dak for short. However, you can cut the bullshit because I can spot a hitchhiker a mile away.”“Congratulations, Dak. That is a unique talent you have, being able to spot.