She really needed to get some coffee or splash some water on her face or just get out and stretch the cramps out of her body. Around her was nothing but darkness, the interstate running like a corridor between two blocks of infinite emptiness, and the occasional light in the distance only increased her sense of aloneness. Joanne had given her fastidious and complicated directions on how to get to the hotel while avoiding the numerous construction sites that had popped up over the summer, and Susan glanced at them now as she drove, trying to memorize or at least make sense of them. A nice guy, but dull. Joanne could have done better. Susan herself would do better, whenever and if ever she finally decided to, and assuming she found a man worthy of that kind of attention. She just found this new side of Joanne slightly annoying: her happiness and self-satisfaction came of a little too much as smugness and superiority.

I was driving south on 14 out of Ridgecrest on my way to Lancaster. A gentle beep from the truck passing me. It was a hunky guyno shirt, broad shoulders, big smile with great white teeth that looked like they were capped. He was staring in my window. I smiled, pulling my hand away from my swollen cock so he had a good look.

I was setting back in my stall relaxing and going over what had just happened. I had now not only taken a hot load of young cum but also had fucked my first man pussy. I was thinking of all this and gently playing with my balls and cock. My cock had grown hard again. Then I heard a noise in the stall next to me as someone entered it and locked the door.