Hi, my name is Paula and the story you are about to read is completely true- with a name change or two. That is, the first time usually is the best time for me in many ways. All guys are different, you know. I thought being married would kinda put a damper on my sexual explorations. I can orgasm sucking a man off, really! A bit of a voyeur, I guess.
Well, that set the stage for me. It was only a few miles to my destination so I soon pulled in one of the parking spaces, unsure what to do next. As I sat in my car, I noticed some guys hanging around on the sidewalk and watched their behavior. In a few minutes someone pulled in the space next to me. I noticed him leaning up in his seat looking over at me from time to time. Being somewhat unsure and afraid, I made no move.
It was about 10 pm and I had been driving for about 3 hours on my way home to DC. I decided I had better pull off at the next rest area to grab some coffee and use the bathroom to get me through the second half of my drive home. As I got out of my car and began walking, I suddenly realized how badly I needed to piss and I made a beeline for the bathroom. Being fairly late at night, the bathroom was completely empty and I had my choice of urinals. I walked up to one, unzipped my pants, pulled my cock out, and began to let loose.
I was driving my big rig. I had the fuzzy dice on the rear view. I was heading across country again.