Interstate Love Song

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Author’s note: This is one of my entries for the 750 Word Project. It’s supposed to be short and to the point. It was inspired by a comment on a news article about Maryland automating their toll booths. Which, I guess, is proof you can get inspiration from anywhere…

Hope you enjoy, and as always, comments and feedback are welcome.

Belle

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It was almost 2AM when I got to the toll booth, halfway through an eleven hour drive. I was moving; again. As I handed over my dollars, the guy taking the tolls leaned down.

I smiled up at him.

He said, “Ma’am, I gotta tell you. That fella yonder.” He jerked his head toward the car ahead of me, leaving the toll plaza. “That fella yonder said if you keep followin’ him, he’s gonna take you home.”

My eyes widened. “Did he?”

“Yes’m. Said you were the best lookin’ thing he’d seen on the road all night.”

“Well, I don’t know what to say.”

He tapped the side of his trucker hat and said, “You be careful now.”

“I’ll try,” I said, waving back as I pulled away.

It family stroke porno wasn’t hard to keep up with him. Ours were the only cars on the road. His was a bright red sedan, with a vanity plate that read ‘2B WILDE’. I kept behind him for another twenty minutes or so. Then I saw one of those big blue and white signs for a rest area. Beneath it a placard announced the next rest stop wasn’t for another seventy miles. Just as I was deciding I needed to pull off, I saw the red sedan taking the off ramp.

The only other car in the lot was the sedan. I parked next to it. As I unbuckled my seatbelt, I saw him, ahead on the sidewalk moving toward the building with the bathrooms. I quickly got out of my car and strode up after him, my long skirt swirling around my booted feet.

The building was basic, with an alcove for vending machines and a short hallway. Big signs indicated the restrooms: left for men and right for women. I went left. One stall door was closed. I leaned on the counter with the sinks. The room reeked of the damp industrial musk of female taxi porno a hurried cleaning. I heard the flush and he stepped out.

He paused for a minute as he headed to the sink. “Hi,” he said, grinning; his eyes twinkling.

“Hi,” I replied. “I heard you want to take me home.”

“Did you.” He washed off his hands.

“Heard you said I was the prettiest thing on the road.” I tossed my long red hair and winked at him.

“I might’ve. So?”

I hopped up on the counter, looking him in the eye. “So, why wait?”

He chuckled. He stepped close and kissed me. I spread my legs and he stood between them, gathering up my skirt and pushing the hem closer and closer to my waist as I held his face. I leaned into the kiss, slipping my tongue past his lips and tasting him. I felt his hands sliding up and I scooted toward the edge, spreading my knees a little more. His fingers found my center and he pulled out of the kiss, looking surprised. I wore no underwear. I raised my eyebrows, grinning back.

He knelt down, pushing female agent porno my legs farther apart and kissing my pubic hair. I leaned back on the polished metal mirror as his warm breath wafted over my wet mound. His tongue darted out and licked, teasing at my clit. His fingers spread my lips and dipped inside. I moaned, spread myself wider, and hooked one heel on the counter. He took the hint, diving in with two fingers, his whole tongue, and his soft lips. He licked and sucked and nipped and licked some more. I rolled my hips and pumped into him as his fingers dove deeper and his tongue massaged and flicked on my clit. He was masterful, and my moans and sighs echoed off the tile, filling the room.

He kept working. I clamped a hand on the back of his head.

“There, oh my god, right there right there,” I breathed and he stayed exactly where I wanted.

His fingers pumped and his tongue danced and his lips caressed and I jolted and shook and climaxed all over his face. He chuckled again as he stood. I kissed him again, then helped him wipe off. He helped me ease off the counter and wrapped his arms around me.

I leaned into him. “So, what did you actually say to the toll guy?”

“I told him, ‘that’s my wife behind me. Tell her I said I love her’.”

I looked up at him. “Love you too, babe. Round two at the next rest stop?”

He laughed. “Yes, ma’am.”

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