Rest Stop Quickie

Fbailey story number 445


Rest Stop Quickie


I had been cruising down the highway with my parents for several days. Why we had flown out to California to drive Grandpa’s Old Cadillac home I’ll never understand. We drove ten freaking hours a day, every day. I sat in the backseat listening to Mom and Dad talk about the good old days and it was driving me crazy. The car only had an AM/FM radio, the air conditioning didn’t work, and I had to crank the windows down by hand too. Dad called it a classic and an antique, but I just called it a really old car.

After spending three days in that car with Mom and Dad I made sure to ask for pit stops every now and then. Otherwise, Dad would only stopped for gas and food until we hit enough miles that day to pull into a crappy motel.

Anyway he pulled into a rest area so that I could pee. As I got out of the car a really cute girl caught my eye. She was about my age and she was very pretty. She had short black hair, a sexy short red top, tight little white shorts, and blue knee socks. She looked very patriotic in red, white, and blue.

As we walked along together toward the restrooms she said, “I hope you’re not in too big a hurry. My parents just came back and said that there was a waiting line in both of the restrooms, even the men’s urinals, and there is never a line at those things.” I had to agree with her.

As we entered the building she said, “Look over there, they have one of those family bathrooms.