We had just gone on a trip to see some relatives that took us across the country. I noticed at the rest stops along the highway that many truckers pulled over to sleep or rest there. I began to formulate a fantasy in my head each time we drove by one...
My pulse raced as we pulled off the highway into the rest stop. There were the usual twenty or so trucks pulled off onto the shoulder and in the parking area. We got out and stretched after our long drive. We had purposely driven a couple of hours away from our home in order to keep our anonymity. It was about 9:30 p.m. which we correctly figured would cut down on any travelling families stumbling across our planned activity.
It was a warm night. Myra was dressed in a lightweight plaid skirt that ran halfway down her calf and a tight white shirt with a plunging neckline. Her boobs swayed slightly as she walked because I had told her to leave her bra at home. A tall man, like myself, could look down into her deep cleavage. A warm wind blew her skirt around the curves of her hips and buttocks. It came close to showing anyone who was watching that she was not wearing any panties under her short skirt.
We walked into the small building that had bathrooms and vending machines. There was an old caretaker watching a 12" television. He looked half-asleep and did not even look up when we came in. We each went into our respective bathrooms to see if anyone was there. One guy was in the stalls on my side so I just washed my hands and went back out to the lobby area. Myra came out and said nobody was in the womens room. We walked back outside and got a sleeping bag out of the trunk.
Myra sat on a bench near the entrance to the building. I went over to a picnic table that was in the dark and away from the building. I opened the sleeping bag so that it covered the table. When I returned, I gave her the okay. She quickly stripped her clothes off, leaving only her tennis shoes and socks on. She placed her clothes in a ... Läs hela novellen
