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This rest area provides no rest
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Date: 10-08-89 09:47
From: Long Rider
To: All
Subj: The Rest Area
The Rest Area -1
I'm driving along the freeway in my van. A small convertible
comes up behind me with the top down, pulls out and starts to
pass me. But when it gets abreast of me, it matches speed with
me. I glance down and gasp!
You're in the car, driving with one hand. You're wearing a
blouse with possibly one or two buttons unbuttoned that would
normally be buttoned, and the wind keeps flipping the blouse
open.
You're not wearing a bra, and the soft roundness of your breast
is revealed, and hidden again, by each gust of wind. God! I
lick my lips, trying to stay on the road and see your breast,
when I notice the scrap of white lace on the seat beside you.
And I see long, sweetly curved legs, because your skirt is pulled
up to your hips.
My heart starts to pound, because your legs are spread apart, and
your hand is between them, moving slowly. You glance up at me
and smile, then you pull quickly ahead of me. I pass you,
accelerator pedal to the floor, pull back into the right hand
lane, and slow down. Soon you are next to me again, and now I
see the obscenely pink shaft of a dildo lying on the seat beside
you.
Smiling, you reach out to caress it, then speed forward again.
Your turn signal comes on: There's a rest area up ahead, and we
slow in tandem. I can't help myself. Mouth dry, I follow you
into the rest area, and park beside you. We are alone; it is
just beginning to get dark, and I want you so badly I can hardly
stand it.
I watch you button your blouse, but for some reason I can't move.
Are you real? Yes: you slide out of the car and come over to me,
with the dildo in your hand.
You're beautiful. You have an aura of sexuality that makes me
tremble with wanting. You raise the dildo to your pouting lips
and delicately taste the moisture that clings to it.
"My arm was getting tired," you say.
You then proceed to walk over to a picnic table right in front of
my van. You lay the dildo down on top of the table, turn and
face me and begin to seductively unbutton your blouse again.
After removing is, very slowly, you hold your breasts in your
hands and message and squeeze them a few times and I can see that
they are very hard, the large brown nipples standing erectly
yearning to be sucked.
You then unbutton your skirt and let it fall to your ankles.
Now standing in nothing with only a garter belt, stockings and
high heel pumps on you turn with your back to me and bend, from
the waist down, your ass points directly to me as you pick up
the skirt and step out of it. With your back still towards me
you neatly fold the skirt and blouse and put them on the
table in front of you.
Date: 10-08-89 09:49
From: Long Rider
To: All
Subj: The Rest Area
The Rest Area - 2
Then, smiling wickedly at me as you turn around to face me
again you sit on your folded clothes on top of the picnic table
and with your feet on the bench in front of you, you
spread your legs, lean back on the table and grab your left tit
with one hand and start rubbing your clit and sliding your finger
in and out of your cunt with the other.
With no more encouragement, I get out of my truck and walk to the
picnic table and put my hands on your knees and sit down on the
bench between your legs.
With my hands on your breasts, I bend my head down to your
pussy and slid my tongue gently back and forth over your clit,
very very gently several times.
As your ass pushes your cunt up to meet my hungry mouth my
tongue finds your hole and I stick my tongue in as far as it will
go. After just a few minutes you start cumming, your hands
grabbing the edge of the table as your ass rises and pushes you
up to meet my tongue.
When your orgasm subsides, your on the verge of another, I stand
up and lean over you to suck your tits. I suck, lick, tease and
message your boobs until you beg me for my cock. I step back
allowing you to sit up and then slid from the table to the
bench where your eye level with my waist.
My hands are on my hips as I watch you unbutton then unzip my
jeans and slid them over my ass and let them fall to the
ground. When they've hit the ground I step out of them and turn
to sit on the table in the position you had been in. My ass is
hanging slightly over the edge of the table as my cock goes as
deep into your mouth as possible.
With one hand you've got hold of my cock to guide it as you suck
it in and out of your mouth, occasionally stopping to flick the
head with your tongue as the middle finger of your other hand
finds my asshole and slides in and out.
Then you lean over me, with your hands on your tits your push
them together around my cock and tease the tip of my cock
with your tongue as I pump my shaft between your boobs.
All of a sudden you stop and take my hand indicating I should
stand up.
As I do, you kneel on the bench with your ass facing me and your
hands on the table in front of you holding you up. I guide my
cock to your pussy from behind and as I push it further and
further into I spread your cheeks.
You're cumming again as your ass pushes up and down in
rhythm, matching each of my thrusts. I finally can't
control myself any longer and my load spews into you as you cum
a third time.
Date: 10-08-89 09:49
From: Long Rider
To: All
Subj: The Rest Area
The Rest Area - 3
Without a word, you pickup your clothes and without putting them
back on, wiggle your ass suggestively as you walk back, get into
your car.
As you drive away, I can see your breasts through the
windshield, you wave and say thanks.
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