Red – Part II – The Truck Stop

Sara’s mind raced as she eased up I-95. It had been a routine trip from Richmond heading home to Hoboken until the accident stopped traffic 30 miles back. Traffic was moving much better north of Wilmington, but she was still panicked over what had just happened. Stuck in dead-stop traffic, listening to her boyfriend, Brian, talk dirty to her on the phone, she’d done the unthinkable. Brian knew she was wearing her short jean skirt, no panties (She’d left them on his apartment floor when they fucked before she left town.) and the thought of her driving up 95 like that was making him horny. He’d talked her into a rock-her-world orgasm. She smiled at the thought of her orgasm, the pleasure, but then suddenly the thought of seeing that truck driver beside her, peering out his window, with the video camera in hand, shook her. “How long had he been there? What had he seen? What had he gotten on VIDEO?”

Thirty minutes after videoing the tall blonde bringing herself to orgasm while beside him in traffic, in the middle of I-95, Cliff still had a hard-on. Man, what a show she put on for him, and all unbeknownst to her. AND, he got it ALL on video. He couldn’t wait to get to the truck stop, crawl into his sleeper and watch it. He’d made good time since the accident cleared up and was just a few miles from his resting spot for the evening.

Sara cursed under her breath as she noticed her gas hand on E. She found an opening and moved back into the right lane. In a couple miles she made her way up the exit and waited at the light to turn towards the truck stop. It was now after 8 and still 85 degrees. The sun was easing behind the clouds, but the humidity was heavy. Sara was hot and she’d not taken time to dry her cum-filled crotch once she noticed the trucker filming her. She grabbed the towel as the light turned and wiped at her crotch.

The light was turning green as Cliff eased up the exit. Wait, is that the little red Toyota with the gorgeous blonde turning there at the light and heading to the truck stop? By golly, it sure looks like her car! Cliff turned into the truck stop as quickly as he could and parked his black Kenworth in the back lot. From his parking spot, he could see the young station attendant walk up and talk to her as she sat at the pump, and he turned, grabbed the nozzle and opened her tank door. Cliff snickered at the shocked expression on the young man’s face when she swung the door open to exit her car. Certainly the kid had gotten a peek at the same delicious bush that he’d filmed a while back. Something in Cliff’s mind clicked.

It was still fairly early and the truck stop wasn’t crowded when Sara went in and asked for the ladies room.