The day is sweltering, and I'm taking a break and having a drink in the parking lot of some no-name rest stop. Business meeting was out in the middle of nowhere, not even within hours of an airport, so I'm stuck driving. Barely even worth the gas.

This place is deserted, not even a cute girl to check out. At least if the meeting was in a city I'd have had a chance to sample the nightlife and maybe take home a chick. As is there was nothing after meeting, so I just slept in my shitty room before heading home. Town didn't even have a bar, so Iwas hoping I could commiserate with some chick in this dump. Unlikely, but it's my last chance to make something out of this trip.

Finishing up my soda, I walk over to toss it out when I noticed this well-muscled dude out of the corner of my eye. Normally not someone I would care about, but something seems off, something I can't place, so I turned my head and glance over in his direction

And immediately turned my head straight ahead when he nods at me. I'm such an idiot. Did he catch me checking him out? I mean, it was just a glance, but

Wait, checking him out? Since when was I into guys? Trying to clear my mind, I put my hand up to my forehead and push a long lock of hair out

Okay, this was getting weird. Guys, sure, outside that little "phase" in college I've always been about guys. But I know I keep my hair short. Not that I'm a tomboy, but I don't remember it reaching down my back. I find myself wondering if he likes it. I risk glancing in his direction

Oh God, he's still looking at me. Is he smiling? I'm pretty sure he's smiling. At me. I instinctively adjust my top before before realizing my tits don't need

Have they always been this huge? These things are enormous, and you'd think I'd remember the size of my own boobs. Why would I think they need help showing off? The twins have had that under control since shortly after I hit puberty, no assistance needed on my end. Still, can't hurt to pull down my shirt

That's funny, I thought this shirt tucked in. Not that I mind the hella midrift I got going on, my flat and sexy little tummy really emphasizes the curve of my chest. Mmmm, I hope that stud's still looking. A quick glance his way

Yes, yes, he's definitely looking, and coming closer. Oh God, what should I do? Calm yourself, Bridgitte

Wait, Bridgitte? I know it's my name, but it feels like it's the first time I've heard it. But now isn't the time to get flaky. Confidence, girl, confidence. If he's walking towards you, walk right back. That's it, one step at a time, meet his eyes

Do... do I usually sway like this, even in heels? Like I know I'm wearing a tight shirt and short skirt, and I'm walking over to one of the hottest guys I've ever seen, but my hips and ass are out of control here. It's one thing to walk sexy, but I don't want this guy thinking I'm some kind of whore. Plus, I can't shake the feeling I shouldn't be able to walk in heels at all, even though I'm wearing them like a pro. Eh, fuck it, with legs like mine, I should be showing them off however I

Actually, speaking of legs, the breeze feels real nice. It's almost like this is the first time I've had them shaved and bare, as ridiculous as that sounds. Whatever, no time for this, he's getting close. God, he's hot. He's not saying anything, maybe I should start? "Hey

Is that my voice? I sounds... weird. Unfamiliar. Ugh, why am I being such a mess right now, right here? I'm such a stupid bitch. I hope he can't read my face, I must look like such a ditz. What's he saying? "Hey." Well, this is awkward. Better keep this conversation going, don't want him to think I'm an idiot. "What brings you over here?" I smile

Why do even my lips feel weird? I'm smiling, and I know it's sincere, but it feels like it's fake and I'm using someone else's mouth. Like they shouldn't be so full and sensitive, like I feel every muscle twitch. God, I hope he can't tell I'm a basket case right now, I swear I'm not normally like this. Oh, he's responding! "You look like a girl who's in the mood for a good time." That smile again. That smile can only mean one thing, and I want it. I feel myself grow wet

But why does it feel so... wrong? I can't shake the feeling that I should be hard, as messed up as that sounds. That's his job, and a quick peek down confirms he's doing it well. I look back into his eyes and his grin is even wider, he takes my hand

And wow, is it rough. Or maybe it's that mine feels so smooth. Damn it, Bridgitte, pull yourself together. Don't fuck this up, you're just feeling spacey from hours of driving through Bumfuck, Nowhere. He's leading me to the bathroom. Normally, I'd pray that it's clean, but I don't give a fuck at this point. We glance both ways, then head inside

My hand must have a mind of its own, because I don't remember putting it on his cock! Even through his pants I can feel it, big and hard and all mine. He gently pushes me aside, and does something to jam up the door. Mmmh, I kind of hope we get caught this is

So exciting? Since when have I been into this sort of shit? The danger of casual sex in public has always been a turn-on, but outright exhibitionism? Well, okay, if I'm being honest here, that's always been a turn-on too, but it feels odd just the same. Whatever, I'll take off the shirt and bra while he works

Funny, I'm having way more trouble than I should. It's not the clasp itself, it's the angle, for some reason. Ah, whatever, there we go, and off it goes. God, that feels so freeing. Right on cue, he's looking back this way. Heh, look at his eyes, I love it when they stare. I softly moan, "I want to taste you

But I can't shake the feeling that I've never given a blowjob. Like, I could write a book on technique, and I can't even remember how much fellatio I've given, but asking to suck him off sounds so weird to my ears. Well, no matter, his pants are off now, so down I

Mmmmph. It fills my mouth, feels so right, but so odd. Again, like I've never done this before. Well, whatever crazy Bridgitte, his eyes and moans say different, so those weird thoughts can fuck right off. A couple minutes of this and I feel the telltale twitch, feel the warmth and

Get surprised by the taste. Like I was aware of that salty, musky flavor, but never experienced it before. Jesus, I need to see a shrink or something when I get back. I mean, it's not the greatest taste in the world, but it's never been exactly awful, either, and it should be pretty familiar. Well no matter, looks like my nameless hunk recovered from my little present. He's smiling again, he has me in his arms, now we're up against the wall and

Oh fuck, fuck, fuck yes! Oh God, yes, lick my nipples! I love your face on my titties! I don't care that this feels weird, just don't stop! My brain can go to hell, I know what I want, and it's you! I'm so wet and it's all for you! OH, Oh, oh. You stopped? Looking down at your... that thing is back already? Talk about stamina, this guy's a fucking Olympic athlete. My pants are off, he presses on me, against me, into

God, it's stretching me out so much! It hurts like it's my first time. His cock must be even bigger than it looked, or felt in my mouth. But whatever, ride that pain girl, once it passes that dick will feel even better. I think he can tell too, he's going easier after that first thrust. Mmmmmhh, yeah, easier every time. I smile and nod, let him know I'm ready for the good stuff, and

Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh! I feels so wrong, but I don't give a fuck, this is so right! Give me your cock, baby! Momma wants your huge, powerful cock! Give it to me! Give it to me hard! Give it to me long! Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh! "Oh God I'm cumming

I've never had an orgasm like that. Like, I know I've been having some really weird thoughts today, but I know that one's true. Loverboy apparently knows how to treat a lady. I feel him finish up a few moments later, nearly giving me a second orgasm in the process.

While I crumple on the floor and gather my bearings, he straightens up and walks over to the sink to clean himself off. I can see the grin on his face, and I don't blame him. After washing off a bit he gets dressed and nods at me. I nod back. We both know what this was about.

As he unblocks the door and heads out, I slowly slide to my feet and start getting cleaned myself. I walk over to the sink, and at this point I'm unsurprised when the gorgeous face in the mirror appears unfamiliar. The feeling quickly fades anyway. I fuss over my makeup a bit, try to fix what I can, but my hair is a done deal. No fixing that until I get back home.

I also make a mental note to grab a day after pill during the drive. Birth control is another muddled memory, I firmly remember taking it this morning but can't shake the feeling I never took it before, or that its never even been a concern. All the rest of today's weirdness I can shrug off as driving-induced delerium, but I'd better make sure in that department. Not a big problem, I was just heading back from my business meeting anyway and I can stop at the pharmacy before I get home.

After spending a couple days cooped up in a "professional" outfit, it felt good to put on some comfortable clothes and get a little exercise. Pity that the dinky little town they held the meeting in didn't have any nightlife to speak of. Good luck finding a halfway good looking man in a shithole like that, skimpy little number or no.

But really, I can't complain. Who knew I'd meet such a sexy, insatiable hunk out in the middle of nowhere?