Re: Hitchhiker (M/F, some F/F)
Posted: Thu Mar 13, 2025 12:42 am
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Chapter 123
After spending a quiet night at Mendocino, we left in time to get to the Coast Guard Station Noyo River to drop off the load. The town of Noyo is connected to the much bigger town of Fort Bragg. The drop at Noyo was easy, from highway 1 we turned onto Fort Bragg – Willits Road, before heading north on South Harbor Drive, which led is to the coast guard station. Compared with the other stations, this was an easy drop off. The roads were wide and paved, the crew was business like, and we were out of there in 30 minutes flat.
“Nobody wanted you tied up.†I grinned as we drove back to highway 1.
“They do not know what they are missing.†Elsa grinned.
I laughed and looked at my Swedish beauty. She was sitting in the passenger seat, dressed in her usual shorts and bikini top, feet on the dashboard, typing on her phone.
“Texting with home?†I asked.
“Yeah. I still get asked about what happened at Alcatraz. I did not look at them myself, but according to my family, there are enough pictures of me in cuffs on Facebook and even some video clips on Tik-Tok. It is fun reading the comments.â€
We had left Fort Bragg behind us after grabbing breakfast at McDonalds. CA-1 turned into a reasonable small road for an 18-wheeler, so I had to take it slow. Occasionally, when the road permitted, I pulled over so that other traffic could pass us. The road switched between trees and bushes along the road to wide open views over rivers and streams, showing the Pacific Ocean view. Route California 1 was nice to drive, especially since I was not in a hurry, but we did not see many semis on the road. I suspected most drivers would take 101, instead of 1.
“Slow down.†Elsa told me as we crossed the bridge across the Ten Mile River at Inglenook.
As there was no traffic behind me, I slowed down, allowing her to take some pictures. A little further the road made a turn towards he ocean and Seaside Creek Beach came into view. The sand of the beach reached the road, several cars were parked along the side of the road, and we saw people walking on the beach. Unfortunately, there was no spot to park the semi on our side of the road and what was available on the other side was already full.
“We’ll get to see enough beaches.†I told Elsa. “And I have another idea.â€
“Oh, what?â€
“Not telling, yet.â€
“Meanie.â€
“Yep.†I grinned.
Highway 1 kept following the coastline and we made good progress getting North, until we hit Rockport. The road was being repaved, and traffic was alternating at the construction site. As they did a decent sized stretch of road in one go, it took a little while to get past it. And CA-1 was no longer following the coastline here, so the views were not that interesting.
“I’m bored.†Elsa said after putting her phone away.
“Sorry.â€
“Not your fault. You must drive. I would love to drive, but I do not have a license.â€
“I don’t mind; I like driving. All you must do is being pretty.â€
I grinned as I saw how she looked at me.
“Oh, there it is, the truth came out, I just need to look pretty, right? Preferably with some ropes around me? And a gag in my mouth?â€
I waited for a few seconds if there was more coming…
“Jackass.â€
The statement made me laugh.
“Me? A jackass?â€
“Yeah you. A real human would not keep me prisoner.â€
As before, I waited a few seconds. This time all Elsa did was laugh. She leaned over and kissed me on the right cheek.
“Love you.†She said softly.
“Yes, I love me too.†I grinned, which made Elsa sigh.
“Men!â€
“But, if you are bored, I don’t mind tying you up for a while.â€
It took only a few seconds for Elsa to make up her mind. She got up and dug out some ropes from our ‘box’. I found a spot where I could park on the side of the road. I left the engine running, but did turn on my four-way flashers.
“I have an idea.†I said, smiling. “Sit on the bed, lean against the rear wall.â€
“Uh oh.†Elsa replied, grinning.
I took her right wrist and tied it to her left elbow, making sure it was tight enough to not give her much of a chance to escape. Next her left wrist was tied to her right knee.
“Interesting.†Elsa said, looking at what I was doing.
Her right ankle was next, which I tied to her left knee. It was an asynchronous tie up, which, honestly, I had made up on the spot. Her left ankle was not tied, but just by watching Elsa for a few moments, I could see that she was not going to move around much.
“Gag?†I asked.
“Nah, I’m good.â€
“Okay.†I said, before I got back behind the wheel.
She looked good and it was fun watching her try to move around.
“This is fun.†Elsa told me.
“Can’t move much, can you?†I asked.
“Yes. And it feels completely different from the normal positions I end up in, like the hogtie you like to tie me in.â€
I grinned.
“I’ll keep you like this until we get close to Eureka.â€
“Okay.â€
At Leggett the CA-1 turned back into US-101, although road wise it did not make much of a difference. A sign at the spot where we entered the 101 again stated the warning for tight curves for the next 9 miles. Instead of the ocean, which was not visible from here, we followed the South Fork Eel River. Although ‘river’ might have been an overstatement. Stream was probably better at this time of year.
“Where are we going to?†Elsa asked.
“US Coast Guard Station Humboldt Bay.†I replied.
“Duh, but I bet that was not what you meant when you said you had another idea, as we were talking about beaches. I would not mind spending some more time on a beach. Last night was nice, but it was not a real sandy beach. I’ve been to the Netherlands a few times and they have nice sandy beaches.â€
“Can’t say I have ever been there. But Oregon has nice sandy beaches too.â€
“At least you have been to Sweden once. I remember you telling me.â€
“Maybe I’ll get to go there again. They say they have lovely women in Sweden. I would not know, never met one.†I grinned.
Elsa grunted.
“Du skulle inte känna igen en om hon stötte till dig.â€
“What?â€
Elsa ignored me as we followed the Redwood Highway, as the 101 here was called. It is a taxing road for a tractor trailer combination, but the weather was good, and traffic was light, and we made it to Eureka without incidents.
“Time.†I said as I pulled over.
I had to release Elsa; she had been tied for about an hour and we were close to the next drop-off point.
“Okay.â€
Once she was free, she came back to the passenger seat. Highway 101 went straight through downtown Eureka, one-way streets keeping traffic separated. At R Street I made a left turn, heading for the Samoa Bridge.
“This bridge is about 2992 feet long, about 900 meters.†I told Elsa as we headed up the Samoa Bridge. “It crosses over Woodly Island and Tuluwat Island, before we reach the Samoa Dunes and Wetlands.â€
“Are we coming back across this bridge?†She asked while taking pictures.
“Nope, one way trip only.â€
At the end of the bridge road, I turned left onto New Navy Base Road. The road went close to the water, before crossing the peninsula from the ocean side to the inland side, passing the old Eureka airport and coming up on the left to an unnamed side road that lead to the gates of the station. Compared to the Coast Guard station Bodega Bay that had a white picket fence around the perimeter, Coast Guard Station Humbolt Bay was surrounded by high steel fences. It was a lot bigger than the other station we had been too. I stopped in front of the closed main gates. Somebody in BDU came walking up from the nearest building, opening the gate a fraction, just enough to walk through.
“How can I help you?†The man, mid-forties I figured, asked me as he approached the Mack.
I explained I had a delivery for them and showed the paperwork on my tablet.
“Oh, yes, I saw the notice. Give me a few minutes.â€
He turned around and walked back, closing the gate after himself.
“Wow, talking about differences between stations.†Elsa said.
“Yeah, but I bet there is a reason for it. This base looks bigger than the previous ones we visited.â€
It turned out that they were indeed bigger. The gate was opened, and I was directed to the large white building, by far the biggest building in the yard. One of the two garage doors opened, and a forklift came out. It took them very little time to move the load to the edge of the trailer before the forklift picked it up and disappeared into the building. The garage door closed again.
“Pull forward up to the rear gate and I’ll open it for you. That way you do not have to turn.â€
“Thanks.†I replied and did what I was told.
“Friendly group here.†Elsa said.
“Not everybody is a bondage junkie.†I laughed.
The gate was opened, and I drove through it. The moment I was out the gate closed.
“Safe trip.â€
I heard the guy closing the gate calling out. At least they were a bit friendly.
“Now what?†Elsa asked.
“We’ll head to US Coast Guard station Chetco River, our next stop.â€
“Okay, so what about your surprise?â€
"Hold on a minute.†I told her as I turned onto New Navy Base Road, heading north this time. At Lp Road, I turned left onto the gravel and stopped the engine.
“Come on, it is low tide, we might be able to see it.â€
“See what?â€
“The shipwreck USS Milwaukee that sunk here in 1917.â€
I had seen a sign for the Navy cruiser memorial, and I noticed the tide was low when we drove by the water, otherwise you could not have seen the leftovers of the ship and the temporary pier that was created to scrap the ship. In the end, the story was better than the leftovers, you could see that it was a shipwreck, but that was about it. So, after a few moments we walked back to the semi.
“Sort of disappointing.†Elsa said.
“Yes, I had imagined more, but not every ship ends up like the USS Alabama.â€
“At least I did not get arrested this time.†Elsa grinned.
“Nope, but you are still getting tied up until we get to your surprise.†I said, grinning as I saw her look at me.
Without saying a word, she climbed into the cab and sat on the bed, giving me the box with bondage materials. It did not take me long to wrap her up in, as Elsa called it earlier, my favorite position. Wrists and elbows tight together, ankles and knees much the same. All ropes were cinched, and the knots were nowhere close to her fingers. A simple wrist to ankles provided a snug hogtie. She could feel her heels with her fingers, but that was not very difficult for Elsa, as she was flexible. I added a gag, the usual yellow ballgag and a blindfold.
“You good?†I asked, as I looked at my favorite prisoner on the bed.
“Hmpf.â€
It was all that I was going to get, as she settled down on the bed.
“Next stop… Not telling you.â€
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If you like to be added/removed from the above list, contact me.
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Chapter 123
After spending a quiet night at Mendocino, we left in time to get to the Coast Guard Station Noyo River to drop off the load. The town of Noyo is connected to the much bigger town of Fort Bragg. The drop at Noyo was easy, from highway 1 we turned onto Fort Bragg – Willits Road, before heading north on South Harbor Drive, which led is to the coast guard station. Compared with the other stations, this was an easy drop off. The roads were wide and paved, the crew was business like, and we were out of there in 30 minutes flat.
“Nobody wanted you tied up.†I grinned as we drove back to highway 1.
“They do not know what they are missing.†Elsa grinned.
I laughed and looked at my Swedish beauty. She was sitting in the passenger seat, dressed in her usual shorts and bikini top, feet on the dashboard, typing on her phone.
“Texting with home?†I asked.
“Yeah. I still get asked about what happened at Alcatraz. I did not look at them myself, but according to my family, there are enough pictures of me in cuffs on Facebook and even some video clips on Tik-Tok. It is fun reading the comments.â€
We had left Fort Bragg behind us after grabbing breakfast at McDonalds. CA-1 turned into a reasonable small road for an 18-wheeler, so I had to take it slow. Occasionally, when the road permitted, I pulled over so that other traffic could pass us. The road switched between trees and bushes along the road to wide open views over rivers and streams, showing the Pacific Ocean view. Route California 1 was nice to drive, especially since I was not in a hurry, but we did not see many semis on the road. I suspected most drivers would take 101, instead of 1.
“Slow down.†Elsa told me as we crossed the bridge across the Ten Mile River at Inglenook.
As there was no traffic behind me, I slowed down, allowing her to take some pictures. A little further the road made a turn towards he ocean and Seaside Creek Beach came into view. The sand of the beach reached the road, several cars were parked along the side of the road, and we saw people walking on the beach. Unfortunately, there was no spot to park the semi on our side of the road and what was available on the other side was already full.
“We’ll get to see enough beaches.†I told Elsa. “And I have another idea.â€
“Oh, what?â€
“Not telling, yet.â€
“Meanie.â€
“Yep.†I grinned.
Highway 1 kept following the coastline and we made good progress getting North, until we hit Rockport. The road was being repaved, and traffic was alternating at the construction site. As they did a decent sized stretch of road in one go, it took a little while to get past it. And CA-1 was no longer following the coastline here, so the views were not that interesting.
“I’m bored.†Elsa said after putting her phone away.
“Sorry.â€
“Not your fault. You must drive. I would love to drive, but I do not have a license.â€
“I don’t mind; I like driving. All you must do is being pretty.â€
I grinned as I saw how she looked at me.
“Oh, there it is, the truth came out, I just need to look pretty, right? Preferably with some ropes around me? And a gag in my mouth?â€
I waited for a few seconds if there was more coming…
“Jackass.â€
The statement made me laugh.
“Me? A jackass?â€
“Yeah you. A real human would not keep me prisoner.â€
As before, I waited a few seconds. This time all Elsa did was laugh. She leaned over and kissed me on the right cheek.
“Love you.†She said softly.
“Yes, I love me too.†I grinned, which made Elsa sigh.
“Men!â€
“But, if you are bored, I don’t mind tying you up for a while.â€
It took only a few seconds for Elsa to make up her mind. She got up and dug out some ropes from our ‘box’. I found a spot where I could park on the side of the road. I left the engine running, but did turn on my four-way flashers.
“I have an idea.†I said, smiling. “Sit on the bed, lean against the rear wall.â€
“Uh oh.†Elsa replied, grinning.
I took her right wrist and tied it to her left elbow, making sure it was tight enough to not give her much of a chance to escape. Next her left wrist was tied to her right knee.
“Interesting.†Elsa said, looking at what I was doing.
Her right ankle was next, which I tied to her left knee. It was an asynchronous tie up, which, honestly, I had made up on the spot. Her left ankle was not tied, but just by watching Elsa for a few moments, I could see that she was not going to move around much.
“Gag?†I asked.
“Nah, I’m good.â€
“Okay.†I said, before I got back behind the wheel.
She looked good and it was fun watching her try to move around.
“This is fun.†Elsa told me.
“Can’t move much, can you?†I asked.
“Yes. And it feels completely different from the normal positions I end up in, like the hogtie you like to tie me in.â€
I grinned.
“I’ll keep you like this until we get close to Eureka.â€
“Okay.â€
At Leggett the CA-1 turned back into US-101, although road wise it did not make much of a difference. A sign at the spot where we entered the 101 again stated the warning for tight curves for the next 9 miles. Instead of the ocean, which was not visible from here, we followed the South Fork Eel River. Although ‘river’ might have been an overstatement. Stream was probably better at this time of year.
“Where are we going to?†Elsa asked.
“US Coast Guard Station Humboldt Bay.†I replied.
“Duh, but I bet that was not what you meant when you said you had another idea, as we were talking about beaches. I would not mind spending some more time on a beach. Last night was nice, but it was not a real sandy beach. I’ve been to the Netherlands a few times and they have nice sandy beaches.â€
“Can’t say I have ever been there. But Oregon has nice sandy beaches too.â€
“At least you have been to Sweden once. I remember you telling me.â€
“Maybe I’ll get to go there again. They say they have lovely women in Sweden. I would not know, never met one.†I grinned.
Elsa grunted.
“Du skulle inte känna igen en om hon stötte till dig.â€
“What?â€
Elsa ignored me as we followed the Redwood Highway, as the 101 here was called. It is a taxing road for a tractor trailer combination, but the weather was good, and traffic was light, and we made it to Eureka without incidents.
“Time.†I said as I pulled over.
I had to release Elsa; she had been tied for about an hour and we were close to the next drop-off point.
“Okay.â€
Once she was free, she came back to the passenger seat. Highway 101 went straight through downtown Eureka, one-way streets keeping traffic separated. At R Street I made a left turn, heading for the Samoa Bridge.
“This bridge is about 2992 feet long, about 900 meters.†I told Elsa as we headed up the Samoa Bridge. “It crosses over Woodly Island and Tuluwat Island, before we reach the Samoa Dunes and Wetlands.â€
“Are we coming back across this bridge?†She asked while taking pictures.
“Nope, one way trip only.â€
At the end of the bridge road, I turned left onto New Navy Base Road. The road went close to the water, before crossing the peninsula from the ocean side to the inland side, passing the old Eureka airport and coming up on the left to an unnamed side road that lead to the gates of the station. Compared to the Coast Guard station Bodega Bay that had a white picket fence around the perimeter, Coast Guard Station Humbolt Bay was surrounded by high steel fences. It was a lot bigger than the other station we had been too. I stopped in front of the closed main gates. Somebody in BDU came walking up from the nearest building, opening the gate a fraction, just enough to walk through.
“How can I help you?†The man, mid-forties I figured, asked me as he approached the Mack.
I explained I had a delivery for them and showed the paperwork on my tablet.
“Oh, yes, I saw the notice. Give me a few minutes.â€
He turned around and walked back, closing the gate after himself.
“Wow, talking about differences between stations.†Elsa said.
“Yeah, but I bet there is a reason for it. This base looks bigger than the previous ones we visited.â€
It turned out that they were indeed bigger. The gate was opened, and I was directed to the large white building, by far the biggest building in the yard. One of the two garage doors opened, and a forklift came out. It took them very little time to move the load to the edge of the trailer before the forklift picked it up and disappeared into the building. The garage door closed again.
“Pull forward up to the rear gate and I’ll open it for you. That way you do not have to turn.â€
“Thanks.†I replied and did what I was told.
“Friendly group here.†Elsa said.
“Not everybody is a bondage junkie.†I laughed.
The gate was opened, and I drove through it. The moment I was out the gate closed.
“Safe trip.â€
I heard the guy closing the gate calling out. At least they were a bit friendly.
“Now what?†Elsa asked.
“We’ll head to US Coast Guard station Chetco River, our next stop.â€
“Okay, so what about your surprise?â€
"Hold on a minute.†I told her as I turned onto New Navy Base Road, heading north this time. At Lp Road, I turned left onto the gravel and stopped the engine.
“Come on, it is low tide, we might be able to see it.â€
“See what?â€
“The shipwreck USS Milwaukee that sunk here in 1917.â€
I had seen a sign for the Navy cruiser memorial, and I noticed the tide was low when we drove by the water, otherwise you could not have seen the leftovers of the ship and the temporary pier that was created to scrap the ship. In the end, the story was better than the leftovers, you could see that it was a shipwreck, but that was about it. So, after a few moments we walked back to the semi.
“Sort of disappointing.†Elsa said.
“Yes, I had imagined more, but not every ship ends up like the USS Alabama.â€
“At least I did not get arrested this time.†Elsa grinned.
“Nope, but you are still getting tied up until we get to your surprise.†I said, grinning as I saw her look at me.
Without saying a word, she climbed into the cab and sat on the bed, giving me the box with bondage materials. It did not take me long to wrap her up in, as Elsa called it earlier, my favorite position. Wrists and elbows tight together, ankles and knees much the same. All ropes were cinched, and the knots were nowhere close to her fingers. A simple wrist to ankles provided a snug hogtie. She could feel her heels with her fingers, but that was not very difficult for Elsa, as she was flexible. I added a gag, the usual yellow ballgag and a blindfold.
“You good?†I asked, as I looked at my favorite prisoner on the bed.
“Hmpf.â€
It was all that I was going to get, as she settled down on the bed.
“Next stop… Not telling you.â€