Roadside Encounter

I’ve never had to come this far south before, but when you have the potential of getting that big contract, you do what you have to. It’s been hours behind the wheel of this rental, my eyes are getting heavy, and there is just so far to go. Knowing I need a break, I watch as the interstate signs go by, each one telling me what little cafes and eateries I can choose to take my rest. Pulling off the road, the sign for the city goes by, in my half-awake stupor I remember it being some name to do with a car or something like that. Onto the main road, I roll toward the only signs of civilization, and up to a small diner. With standing, and the restroom on my mind, I hurriedly grab up my phone, wallet, laptop and head inside.

After a visit to the lavatory I quickly find a nice booth with a good sized table looking out at the entirety of the establishment. As soon as I’m set the waitress comes over and takes my order, starting me off with much needed coffee. Soon I am sipping my coffee, and tapping away on my laptop.

It couldn’t have been more than half an hour, as I worked on my computer, that my attention was drawn away, quickly, very sudden, causing me to type the same letters many times over. Stunning my ability to think of anything else, a gorgeous woman passed through the doors of the diner, and my eyes followed her directly to the bar seats that lined the main cooking area. She walked with a confidence in her step, and a delight in her demeanor, taking the seat of her choosing in the middle of the empty and available counter.

I certainly lost all interest in any work I was doing, and I blatantly stared at this lovely creature that had just walked in. She was just a bit shorter than me, thin, creamy skin with small freckles, and a fiery red tinge to her long silky hair. I wasn’t sure if I was dreaming, perhaps I was asleep behind the wheel, and this was the last thing I was thinking before I crashed to my fiery death. If that had been the case, I was more than willing to go, hoping I would forever be caught in this moment.

She swung slightly back and forth in the static bar stool, a pleated floral print dress waving back and a forth. It was like a pin-up girl from the 40’s, I was inspired to fly missions in my Rosy the Riveter bomber. I started from the floor, looking at her matching flats, no hosiery to hide her cream white skin, and only a bit of shin showing to the bottom of the rippling pleats.

Her dress sprang out, like a loose bell, allowing a little calf to peak out as she crossed her legs in the swivel seat. Long legs hid behind the light, yet shielding fabric, and it seemed to take forever to reach the bend in her covered legs, and again to her splendid waist. With a straight and proper back she sat there, a perfect line upward, her dress wrapped tightly, but not oppressively around the contours of her body.

Bare-arms braced her against the bar, giving her the leverage to swing in the seat, just below, perky breasts, more than a handful, pressed against the flowers, bending and bowing the floral print, curving perfectly in the imaginary hand I slide around them.

More and more I feel a desperate clinging in my slacks. A need to know more about this angel I stare at. Knowing that a moment with her would be worth a thousand lifetimes, a million moments of denial, for moments of lust to be with her. As I dare to look closer, and up to the face that holds time at a stand, she looks back to me, a smile upon her face, more a smirk, knowing she is the object of my attention. She stares back at me, destiny in her ice blue eyes, and she makes me burn with a want I have not felt since I was a younger man, wanting nothing more than to have a touch I could not have.

She turned her head to me more, smirking, turning her body away, taunting me to yearn for her more. Never before have I seen such a beauty, and now she knows I wish to make her mine. Never before have I been so distracted, and as I snap from my lust, the waitress, places my order before me, and I seem like a mental moron as I act as though nothing has happened, when even she knows, this woman is an object I want.

The waitress set my order down on the table, knowing I was staring at the gorgeous woman. Smiling with an evil knowledge, the waitress set about her duty, refilling the coffee cup, and making sure I was satisfied with the meal.

I ate the food, unwilling to turn my attention from the goddess the sat not 30 feet from me. Choosing only the choicest bites as I was more interested in this new lust than satisfying some other hunger. As I did, she took more notice in my interest. She swung toward me more and more, knowing I enjoyed mentally molesting every inch of her voluptuous assets. As I lost all interest in the meal, I wanted more to taste of this sweet fruit at the bar. I was mesmerized as she teased me, and with no one in the diner to see, she slowly, and agonizingly, too slow for comfort, pulled up on her skirt.

Each step she took, each seeming longer than the last, her skirt raised. Each step, revealing more of the creamy skin she hid under her dress. More shin until it reached her knee, each time causing me to wish for a looser cut in my slacks. I pressed against my strained fabric, sending jolts into me, making me thrust forward, making each move harder to contain than the last. As the skirt breached the top of her knees, it fell between her legs, unable to stay upright, leaving only the caps revealed, and squashing my hopes for my true aspiration.

She could see the disappointment in my eyes, the loss I felt as my wants disappeared, giving her the option to leave me wanting more, and forever killing my ability to do nothing more than lust.

She would not tease me so, indicating her want of me as much as I wanted her. She raised the stakes of our game, straightening the fabric of her dress, and unbearably moving it upward. What I saw would have made an old man pass, and a young man blast. In the narrows of the dress that would have stopped others from knowing what I had seen, there lining the top most portion of her thigh, black lace panties cupped her sweet twat. There on each side of her thighs lie the center of mankind, and as I gasped at the thought of what I would do to such a place, I knew I would have to make the most of such grace and beauty as she teased me with the holy grail of man’s greed.

I couldn’t help it, but in the time she had made her advances, I too had made advances upon myself. My hand slid to my dick, easing it with extra space, and leaning back, making my intentions more than clear. Her eyes sparkled in the light, and the grin on her face made it more effective, and required that I make way for my expansion. Though I knew as a man, I wanted her, more than she needed me, I harassed her with my self-love. I stroked against the side of my cock, building my own urges, at this point ready to take care of the issues myself.

Though she could see the want on me, and knowing there was little I would not do to be with her, she did not disappoint me. She showed me what I was to expect from such a luscious desire as we shared. Gradually she too, growing as much as me, slid her hand toward the satin sheen of her panties, and without hesitation, moving from bottom to top, she moved two fingers across them. I died with each inch she offered, and more so when she tasted the tips of those fingers, it was too much. Never in my life had I enjoyed such attraction to a woman, and never before had a woman shown such equal desire. I could take no more, not even one more second, and with evident bulge I stood from the table.

As I walked by her, her eyes never once removed from mine, I glanced against the opening of her dress with my hand, over the small of her visible back. As my touch moved across her body for the first time, she let out a low groan and winced forward, as though even the single touch had caused her to rile with passion. As a man on the road, no hotel room, no viable place to park a car, I headed to the single stall restroom of the restaurant, hoping that such a place would not end what had been the most lustful moment of my life.

Though I didn’t know if she would join me in such a disgusting place, I did know that even if she would not, I would be a disgusting ingrate and pleasure myself as a degenerate would. What seemed like forever, too many seconds and minutes in time, my wants and hopes passing through my mind a hundred times, finally, and with more relief than I thought I could ever feel, the door of the restroom opened, and she moved inside, around the door, placing her back against it.

I didn’t know this woman more than the few seconds we had shared some instant connection, but she knew me, and when she entered that place, a horrible, low, unwanted place, we both knew it had to be more, and as the door closed and latched behind her, her hand had already locked it away, and with that I knew I was not alone in the world, but that the world itself did not exist.

Her ice blue eyes seared through me, to my soul she could see. She knew everything she needed to know, and I felt her connection the same. While you would think lust and animal premonition was the only guiding factor here, I could see it was more than this, more than the need to touch and be with her. More than the need to taste, and fulfill my lust for her, I knew there, she and I were meant to be.

I didn’t understand why, but when I entered the restroom, I closed the lid to the toilet and sat down. I must have needed a second to gather myself, to move from the point of yearning, toward the hope and need that this woman would be mine. Now, as she had already entered the room, pressed against the door, though locked, she seemed to guard it, as if the waitress wanted anything more than a good tip. I could not move, I don’t know if I was more surprised that I had done what I had done up until now, or that she had actually followed, she moved toward me.

We did not introduce ourselves, there were no pleasantries, and we knew all that we needed to know. She stood before me, a specimen of untold comparisons, and like a dumbfounded idiot, I did nothing.

She could tell something was stopping me from touching her. She knew I would need her to give me a green light, that even this far, I would not violate her without explicit permission, and with that she gave me her permission. Reaching out to me, she embraced each side of my face in her soft, warm hands, and with a heat that I thought would melt me into nothing, she placed her lips to mine. More soft than her hands, and more forgiving than a priest, she granted me the kiss of a lifetime, not squarely, lip to lip, but only slightly kissing the top lip more than the bottom, pulling away, and leaving a small bit of lipstick, so faint you would not know she wore it.

Her eyes met mine again, and it was an eternity and only a second they met before I needed once again to have her lips against mine. Without any idea of where or how, my hands were on her hips, pulling her closer to me as our lips met again, this time taking in the full experience of each other. Lip to lip, bottom, top, small laps of tongue meeting each other for the first, last, and for all time. We kissed for the time a universe exists, passing many lifetimes through our grasp, randomly her hips swaying as they had in the swivel seat, only now in reaction to our longing.

With the motion of her hips, my hands failed to stay up, and lower they moved, searching for the bottom of the dress that was again the shield of my desires. Time and tongues finally allowed my hands to find

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