Alison cruised down the highway; her favorite jazz CD was playing, the window was open for a slight breeze, and only the occasional car passing by. It really was a boring highway to travel, but it was more direct than the scenis local roads, and made the trip from work to home that much quicker. She had taken the afternoon off from work and grabbed a quick lunch with Max (and a quick feel and kiss in the parking lot) before heading home.
Listening to the music, thinking about what she'd do with herself all afternoon got her feeling horny. Lunch with Max was great, but that hurried touch before she got in her car and drove off was not enough; feeling unfulfilled, she was in need of "dessert". With one hand on the steering wheel she pushed up her skirt and had her hand between her legs. She never wore panties anymore when she wore her garter and stockings, which she always did with a skirt. Not only did it feel great, it made masturbating while driving much easier! She did have to watch her speed, though, since she could get somewhat lead-footed when she got excited; wouldn't want to have to explain to the officer why that happened..."Yes, sir, I know I was going 100 miles per hour in a 65 zone, but you see I was so overcome by the intensity of my orgasm that I unknowingly applied too much pressure to the gas pedal...". Yeah, she definitely didn't want to get stopped for speeding.
She was enjoying the feel of her own wetness, rubbing herself to the soothing, steady beat of the music...and keeping her eye on the road, of course, when she saw him pull up in the lane to her left, keeping up with her car. He smiled at her. She smiled back. Did he know where her hand was? He was so handsome, and that smile did something to her insides. They kept a steady pace, one or the other occasionally dropping back a bit, then speeding up, basically traveling side by side. Alison was really hot now, incredibly wet and close to coming.
Feeling unbelievably horny, she took a chance and pulled into the rest stop ahead. Looking in her rear-view mirror, she saw his car behind her. She smiled and silently shouted a victorious YES! There were no other cars or people around as she pulled into a spot. Smoothing her skirt, she got out of the car and walked toward the small building. She could hear him behind her as she walked through the doors. Nobody in the building. Her excitement built as she walked into the women's room. They had come this far; would he follow her in?
As she stood at the sink casually washing her hands, he did just that. He walked up to the sink next to her and washed his own hands. They glanced up at the mirror, casually smiling at each other, as if men and women always shared bathrooms at highway rest stops. He watched as she dried her hands, then he dried his own, playfully turning the force of the hot air on her face. She smiled. He smiled back, and taking a step forward, closed the gap between them. He pushed her up against the wall as his mouth met hers. A groan. Was it her? She couldn't tell, didn't care. He was hot! His passion rivaled her own as she kissed him back with great intensity, weaving her hands around his neck and her fingers through his hair.
