Show-Me State Semen: A Sweaty Missouri Bus Ride to Grandpa's Sticky Kitchen Table
The Great American Daddy Hunt: 50 States, 50 Daddies, 50 Weeks. A Sabbatical Sex Scorecard for a Rebellious College Girl.
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The air inside the Greyhound bus hung thick as molasses, carrying the mingled scents of diesel fumes, stale coffee, and human perspiration. Cassy pressed her face closer to the open window, her long blonde ponytail whipping against the glass as hot Missouri wind rushed past. The broken air conditioning had turned the vehicle into a mobile sauna, and even with half the windows cranked down, passengers fanned themselves with whatever they could find – magazines, boarding passes, even their own hands.
She shifted in her seat, the vinyl sticking to her bare thighs where her denim shorts had ridden up. Her pink tank top clung to her skin, the fabric damp with sweat and outlining the curves of her breasts beneath her matching pink bra. The old man beside her in the aisle seat had introduced himself as Vern sometime after Kansas City, and she'd caught him glancing at her exposed midriff more than once when he thought she wasn't looking.
Her fingers scrolled across her smartphone screen, searching for information about Missouri attractions. The device felt slippery in her sweaty palm as she read about the Gateway Arch, trying to ignore how Vern's body heat seemed to radiate toward her in the cramped space.
"Whatcha looking up there, sweetheart?"
Vern's voice carried a gravelly quality, like decades of cigarettes had sandpapered his vocal cords. His blue eyes, sharp despite the weathered lines around them, focused on her phone screen with obvious interest.
"Just reading about Missouri." She tilted the device slightly away from him, a reflexive gesture that felt both protective and rude. "Places to visit and stuff."
"First time in the Show-Me State?"
The question made her look up from her phone. Vern wore a navy baseball cap with some kind of military insignia, and his thin gray hair peeked out from underneath. His smile seemed friendly enough, though something about the way his gaze lingered on her chest made her unconsciously tug at the hem of her tank top.
"Not exactly. I live in Kansas, so I've been here before with my parents. But this is my first time as a tourist, you know? Alone."
The word slipped out before she could stop it, and immediately her father's warnings echoed in her mind. Don't tell strangers you're traveling alone. Don't trust everyone you meet. Be careful, Cassidy. The memory of his worried expression at the Kansas City bus station made her stomach clench with guilt and anxiety.
Vern's bushy gray eyebrows rose. "Alone? Well, I'll be damned. Most young folks your age start their summer vacation in Miami Beach, maybe Europe if they got the money. Missouri ain't exactly what I'd call a prime destination for someone pretty as you."
His compliment felt both flattering and uncomfortable, delivered with a wink that lasted a beat too long. Cassy found herself talking before her brain could engage the filter her mother had tried so desperately to install.
"I wanted to go to Europe, actually. For like a whole year's sabbatical before I decide if I want to start working or maybe get a second degree. But my parents..." She paused, realizing she was oversharing again, but something about Vern's weathered face invited confession. "They think Europeans are mad at Americans right now because of our President and all his bullying. So they wouldn't let me go."
"Wouldn't let you?" Vern's laugh was dry as autumn leaves. "How old are you, honey?"
"Twenty-one."
"Twenty-one!" He slapped his knee, the sound sharp in the humid air. "Girl, you don't need nobody's permission for nothing at twenty-one. Hell, you can drink in every state in this country now. Your parents can't stop you from doing whatever the hell you want."
The logic hit her like a splash of cold water. Of course, he was right – she was an adult, legally free to make her own choices. But the weight of her parents' expectations, their financial support, their constant worry, felt heavier than any law.
"I know, but..." She twisted her phone in her hands. "It's complicated. Anyway, I compromised. I'm doing a tour of all the American states instead. One year, forty-eight states. Maybe fifty if I'm lucky."
"Fifty states in a year?" Vern whistled low. "That's ambitious. But why stop in Missouri? I mean, no offense to my home state, but we ain't exactly known for our nightlife."
"I set myself a goal." The words tumbled out faster now, her need to justify herself overriding caution. "I want to sleep at least one night in each state."
Vern's eyes lit up with something that made Cassy's skin prickle, though she couldn't quite identify what it was. His grin widened, revealing teeth yellowed by years of coffee and cigarettes.
"Sleep in each state, huh?" He drew out the word 'sleep' like it tasted sweet on his tongue. "Now that's what I call a real interesting goal for a pretty young thing like yourself."
The way he said it made heat rise in her cheeks that had nothing to do with the broken air conditioning. Something in his tone suggested he meant more than just finding a place to rest her head, and the realization made her want to crawl under her seat.
"I just meant – you know, experience each place. See what makes each state unique." Her voice came out higher than intended, defensive and embarrassed.
"Oh, I'm sure you'll experience plenty." Vern chuckled, the sound rough with implications she didn't want to contemplate. "Each state's got its own... special attractions."
Desperate to challenge the old man and prove she wasn't some naive little girl, Cassy fumbled for something clever to say. Her eyes fell on her phone screen, still displaying information about Missouri's record-breaking attractions.
"Speaking of special attractions, I was reading that everything in Missouri is supposedly big. The Gateway Arch is 630 feet tall – twice the size of the Statue of Liberty. There's a 42-foot giant rocking chair, a 43-foot rooster, the world's largest chess piece..."
She paused, her courage building as Vern listened with obvious amusement.
"So I guess – Men in Missouri have big cocks too?"
The moment the words left her lips, Cassy wanted to disappear into the cracked vinyl seat. Her face burned with embarrassment, and she could feel sweat beading on her forehead that had nothing to do with the stifling heat. What kind of person asked a complete stranger about penis sizes? Her mother would die of mortification if she knew.
But Vern's reaction wasn't embarrassment or offense. Instead, his weathered face split into a grin that reminded her of a cat who'd cornered a particularly plump mouse.
"Well now, that's a mighty fine question, sweetheart." His voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper as he glanced around the bus. "Fact is, I reckon I could show you better than I could tell you. Show-Me State and all."
Before Cassy could process what he meant, Vern was moving with surprising agility for a man his age. He positioned his small backpack against the aisle side of his seat, creating a makeshift privacy screen, then turned slightly toward her. The metallic rasp of his zipper being lowered made her stomach drop.
"What are you—" The words died in her throat as she realized exactly what he was doing.
Her hand shot up instinctively, ready to wave frantically at the bus driver, to scream for help, to do something responsible and safe like her parents had drilled into her. But then she stopped, her sexy arm frozen halfway up. This was supposed to be her year of independence, wasn't it? Her rebellion against a lifetime of overprotection and bubble-wrap safety measures. If she ran crying to the bus driver now, wasn't she just proving her parents right about her inability to handle herself in the real world?
The hand slowly lowered to her lap, trembling slightly.
"I can't believe you're doing this." Her voice was barely audible over the rumble of the engine and road noise.
"You're the one who asked about Missouri cocks." Vern spoke matter-of-factly, as if exposing himself on public transportation was the most natural response in the world. "Besides, ain't nobody can see nothing with my bag here."
Cassy kept her eyes fixed firmly on the window, watching the Missouri countryside blur past in shades of green and brown. Her peripheral vision caught movement as Vern worked to free his old cock from his pants, and she squeezed her eyes shut.
"Come on now, don't be shy. You asked a direct question, and I'm giving you a direct answer." His voice carried gentle coaxing mixed with unmistakable amusement. "How you gonna know if Missouri men are well-endowed if you don't look?"
Despite every instinct screaming at her to keep her eyes averted, curiosity began to gnaw at her. She'd only ever seen one penis in her life – Marcus's during their brief relationship at university. And if she was being honest with herself, she'd always wondered if his penis was normal or if there were significant variations. She knew she couldn't trust what she had seen in porn videos. This was educational, right? Like a biology lesson.
Slowly, reluctantly, she turned her head.
Vern's old cock hung semi-erect from his opened pants, thick and veined with age spots dotting the shaft. Even partially aroused, it was noticeably larger than her ex-boyfriend's had been – longer, certainly, and with a girth that made her eyes widen involuntarily. Not as big as those in porn but still impressive. The sight sent an unexpected jolt through her stomach, part shock and part something else she didn't want to examine too closely.
"Holy shit." She clapped a hand over her mouth, mortified by her language.
Vern chuckled, clearly pleased by her reaction. "Language, young lady. Though I appreciate the compliment." He shifted slightly, and she noticed his member beginning to swell further under her gaze.
"I should stop looking."
"Daddy would want you, too, right?" Vern made no move to cover himself. "But you ain't gonna, are you?"
He was right, and that realization disturbed her almost as much as the situation itself. There was something mesmerizing about the taboo nature of it all – sitting on a public bus while a man old enough to be her grandfather displayed his cock for her inspection. Just for her. It felt dangerous and adult and completely outside the realm of anything her conservative parents had prepared her for.
Vern began to tuck himself back into his pants, and the process proved more difficult than the initial exposure. His arousal had grown substantially, creating a logistical challenge that required some creative maneuvering and uncomfortable-looking adjustments.
The sight of the old man struggling to contain his excitement struck Cassy as absurdly funny. A giggle escaped her lips before she could stop it, followed by another, and then she was laughing helplessly while trying to muffle the sound with her hands. The entire situation was so surreal, so far removed from anything in her previous experience, that hysteria seemed like the only reasonable response.
"Something amusing you, sweetheart?" Vern grinned as he finally managed to zip his pants.
"I'm sorry, I don't know why I'm laughing. This is so weird. I can't believe this is happening."
"Life's full of surprises when you step outside your comfort zone." He settled back in his seat, looking remarkably composed for someone who'd just committed public indecency. "So, verdict on Missouri men?"
The question sobered her laughter somewhat. "It's definitely... bigger than what I'm used to."
"What you're used to?" Vern's eyebrows arched with obvious interest. "Just how many cocks have you seen in your twenty-one years to make that comparison, darlin'?"
Cassy's cheeks burned hotter than the Missouri summer air blasting through the window. She twisted a strand of blonde hair around her finger, a nervous habit her mother had tried to break for years.
"Um... including yours?" She bit her lower lip, eyes darting around to make sure no other passengers were listening.
Vern nodded.
"Two. Just two. Yours and... my ex-boyfriend from university." Cassy whispered, unable to believe she was having this conversation. "Marcus. We dated for a few months in my last year."
Vern's face lit up with undisguised delight. "Well, ain't that something! I'm honored to be cock number two in your life experience, sweetheart." He puffed up his chest like he'd won a prize. "And how'd old Marcus stack up, if you don't mind my asking?"
"He was... smaller." She was unsure why she was continuing this conversation, but seemingly unable to stop herself.
"Virgin when you met him?"
She nodded.
"But you ain't no virgin now, obviously. What about other things?" His eyes glittered with predatory interest. "You ever give a man a proper blowjob?"
The heat in her cheeks could have powered the broken air conditioning. "I... no. I mean, I wanted to, but I was scared I'd do it wrong and he'd laugh at me."
"And anal?"
"God, no!" The words burst out louder than intended, earning a curious glance from the passenger across the aisle. She lowered her voice to a whisper. "That sounds painful."
Vern nodded sagely, as if her sexual limitations were exactly what he'd expected. "So you got a whole world of experience waiting for you. That year-long trip of yours could be real educational."
Something in his tone made her pulse quicken. "What do you mean?"
"Well, you said you wanted to sleep in each state. But what if you took it further? What if you made it your goal to... expand your horizons in each state? Learn something new about yourself and about men?"
"I don't understand."
His smile was patient, almost paternal. "What if instead of just sleeping in each state, you had sex with an old man in each state? Real experienced men who could teach you things that a college boy never could."
The suggestion hit her like a physical blow. The idea was shocking, scandalous, everything her parents would be horrified by. And yet...
"That would give my dad a heart attack."
"Would it now?"
"And my mom would probably faint."
"Probably would."
"But I'd never tell them, so what would be the point?"
Vern leaned closer, his voice dropping to an intimate whisper. "The point is you'd know. You'd know you did something bold and adult and completely your own choice. At twenty-one, don't you think you deserve some real-life experience?"
The idea hung between them like smoke from a forbidden cigarette, acrid and intoxicating. Cassy stared out the window at the passing Missouri landscape, her mind racing through possibilities she'd never dared consider before. The rational part of her brain – the part that sounded suspiciously like her mother – screamed warnings about stranger danger and poor decisions. But another part, a part that had been suffocated by twenty-one years of protective, conservative parenting, whispered about freedom and experience and finally becoming the woman she wanted to be.
"I gather you need a place to stay tonight. Hotels in St. Louis can be pricey." Vern's casual tone belied the enormity of what he'd just suggested.
Yet, a practical concern cut through her philosophical debate. She'd budgeted for hostels primarily, with her father's credit card as backup for emergencies. But if she was really going to be independent, shouldn't she try to save money wherever possible? And never use daddy's credit card?
"I was going to find a hostel."
"Hostels." Vern shook his head with paternal disapproval. "Sure. More Marcuses." He paused, as if considering something carefully. "I live alone. No charge."
The offer was so obviously loaded with implications that even Cassy's naive nature couldn't miss them. Staying at his house would mean accepting his sexual proposition, wouldn't it? It would mean becoming the kind of woman who had sex with strange older men she met on buses. The thought should have terrified her, but instead it sent a thrill through her stomach that felt suspiciously like anticipation.
"I..." she started, then stopped. What was she agreeing to, exactly?
"Just a place to sleep. Free." Yet, his smile suggested otherwise. "Whatever else happens, well, that's between consenting adults."
The bus shuddered to a stop at the St. Louis terminal, and the decision point arrived with mechanical finality. Passengers began gathering their belongings, filing toward the front with weary relief. Cassy shouldered her backpack, her movements automatic while her mind struggled with the choice before her.
"So?" Vern stood in the aisle, his weathered hand extended toward her. "Ready for your first real Missouri experience?"
She took his hand.