It's been hard year and she feels that she thoroughly deserves this break. The long drive will be worth it she thinks to herself as she clears the rise on the desert highway and just sees more of the seemingly endless road in front of her. She starts to become tired as the sun begins to set and an eerie orange glow begins to span the sky. It'll be dark soon and she hopes to find a roadhouse soon, as she doesn't really feel like sleeping in the car in the middle of the desert tonight. There's nothing on the map, but they don't show rest stops on this map anyway.
The car swerves as she wanders to the side of the road, suddenly realizing she was dozing. She decides she'd better pull over and rest before she has an accident. The huge bolts of lightning in the distance also worry her, she doesn't want to drive in a storm either. She slows down and starts to pull over to the side when she feels a thump under the car. She stops and gets out to check what the noise was, finding a broken pole sticking out of the ground. Looking closer, she realizes that it's the bottom part of a signpost, with the top part lying on the ground nearby with the words,
"Bob's Fuel & Rest Stop" just visible on it. What a stroke of luck she thinks to herself, but where is it? Looking closer at the sign, she sees an arrow at the bottom with 3 Mile above it
"That's all very well, but which way is it pointing?" she wonders. She tries to fit the sign back together, but it doesn't seem to fit any way she tries. She guesses it's because she hit the top of the pole with the underside of her car, also it looks quite old and worn, so it may not have fitted anyway. She looks around to the direction she believes it would have pointed and notice the eerie orange night sky of the desert has highlights an old track, half covered over by sand. Well it doesn't look like it's been used in a while, but she figures that an old bed will be better than the back seat of the car.
With renewed energy, she jumps in the car and heads off down the track. Thoughts of a hot shower and coffee fill her mind. Thoughts that are all but shattered as she approaches an old run down building with three little shacks visible out the back. No lights, no sound, no sign of life. She pulls up in front of what looks like the office entry, shining her lights on the partly open door. She gets out of the car and cautiously approaches the door,
"Hello, anybody there?" No answer. She pushes the door open and is startled by a face behind the counter, lit up by her headlights. Then she realizes that it's only a photo, a photo of a strikingly handsome man, with writing underneath it. Moving closer, she reads the writing, "Welcome to Bob's Fuel & Rest Stop. Bob Shields Proprietor, 1989."
"So you're Bob, hmmm hi Bob, wish you were here." she says out loud to the picture. "Very nice" she thinks, early to mid twenties, strong features, nice eyes and smile. "A real pity you're not here" she says. "I could use some attractive male company tonight." "CRACK!!!!" The lightning and thunder hit at the same time, scaring the hell out of her. It seemed to be right above her, the whole room lit up and the air seemed to vibrate. Then the rain came, in buckets, so heavy she can hardly see the lights from her car. When the lightning lit up the room, she saw a big comfy looking lounge in the office. She goes over to the lounge and sits down, a bit dusty maybe, but real comfy and good enough to sleep on in a sleeping bag. A shower though, she'd feel so much better if she could just have a shower. "Well it's still a warm night." she thinks out loud. "Maybe I'll just shower in the rain, there's nobody else around here anyway."
She runs to her car and jump in as quick as she can, but she's still soaked through. Her loose t-shirt now sticks to her skin and its wetness makes her cold, causing her nipples to become as hard as pebbles. Her shorts too are soaking wet, sticking to her and becoming see through. "Pity Bob's not here" she thinks as she realizes her near nakedness in the glow of the cars interior light. "He couldn't help but notice that I've nothing on under these clothes, and I'm in the mood to be noticed....".
She stuffs some dry shorts and a top into a bag with hairbrush, toothbrush and a towel. Then she grabs her sleeping bag, turns off all the car lights and races back over to the verandah in front of the office. Lightning flashes again and lights up the office, making her realize she has no torch. She remembers though, that she saw a lantern and matches on the front desk, she hope that they work. It lights on the second attempt and fills the room with a soft warm glow.
She peels off her wet clothes and hangs them over the back of a chair, then places her dry clothes on the front desk. She steps out onto the verandah and feels the warm night air against her skin. Water cascades from the end of the verandah like a waterfall, and she decides that that will be her shower. Instinctively she looks back into the office to see the photo of Bob staring at her. "So waddya think Bob?" she says to the photo that looks like it's smiling at her nakedness. A warm feeling comes over her as she looks into the smiling eyes of the photo, and she realizes just how aroused she's feeling. It's been several months since she's had any male company. Not for lack of offers or their availability mind you, she's just been so busy with work that she hasn't had time to socialize, let alone sex. So when her friend told her about this Health Spa in the desert that was full of hot and horny and great looking men and women, she figured it would be the perfect place to unwind and release several months of sexual tension. But now here she is, in the middle of nowhere with nobody, and nothing but the photo of a good looking man to tease her. Still staring at Bob's photo, she decides that there's no reason why she can't give herself some personal relief, seeing as she is alone, and feeling very horny.
She imagines that the man behind the smiling face is really there watching her as her hands slide across her breasts, down her stomach and on to her aching pussy. It's then that she realizes that it's not only her skin that's wet. Her nails drag gently over her outer labia, pressing harder with each stroke. She thinks to herself that she should fix up the bit of rough stubble she can feel there, before she gets to the Health Spa. She decides that that'll be later, as she leans back against the pole supporting the verandah and begins to imagine that it's Bob's hands, not hers, that are caressing her. His hand sliding back up her body, running his fingers gently over her breasts. His fingers gently circling her nipples and squeezing them. His fingers pushing between her pussy lips, to slide around her opening and spread her wetness over her clit, squeezing it and rubbing it back and forth. It doesn't take long before her eyes begin to roll back, her eyelids half close and her legs begin to feel weak. She peers at Bob through half closed lids as her climax sends shivers through her body and her fingers tremble as she touches herself. Then s relaxes against the pole for a few moments before she stands to regain her composure.
The torrential rain, the lightning, the thunder, they all continue as she walks to her car. The warm night is wonderful, the warm rain stings a little as the heavy droplets hit her naked body. She takes her toiletries bag from the car and goes back to the verandah where she takes out some soap and a razor. Sitting down at the end of the verandah, resting against the corner pole again, she feels the water pouring over her as she lathers up the soap to shave with. She spreads her legs out, one foot resting up on the verandah, the other resting on the ground. She rubs the lather over her pussy, which is still tingling after her earlier self stimulation. Carefully she begins to shave, one hand moving herself around so she doesn't cut herself. The sensation of the blade as it drags across her sensitive skin is stimulating, and she feels herself becoming aroused once more.
Once again her mind begins to wander. She puts the razor down and strokes her hands down her smooth hard stomach. Her stomach tenses in anticipation as her hands slide down to her smooth pussy. She shifts her position so that the stream of cascading water falls directly on her pussy. She parts her lips with her fingers and holds herself open so the water pours rapidly over her clit. She lets out a low moan as she slides two fingers deep inside her pussy. She closes her eyes and imagines that it's Bob's fingers again. Herr hips thrust up to her fingers as she pumps them in and out.
"Mmmmm Bob," she says under her breath as she slips a third finger inside herself. She imagines his fingers moving deep inside her and feels her climax start to build. She's pumping her fingers harder now, faster as herr other hand moves in to rub her clit as well. Becoming more urgent now, she's almost there, fingers moving rapidly over her clit. One final thrust and she feels so deep inside herself, her fingers pushed hard to the back of her pussy. Her climax peaks and a wave of pleasure courses through her as she slides her clit between her fingers.
"OH MY GOD... BOB!!!! YES BOB!!!!" she screams out loudly.
"Can I help you Miss?"
The mans voice shocks her back to reality. She looks up and sees a large man standing over her. She didn't even hear him coming, mainly because she was cumming herself at the time.
"Oh my God, oh my God, I, I, I thought, I'm sorry I....."
"You thought there was nobody here, yes I know. I'm sorry, I wasn't in the office when you arrived, but I don't get many people here and wasn't expecting you."
She tries to inconspicuously remove her fingers from her sopping pussy and sit up ladylike, all the while pointlessly trying to cover herself. Her towel and clothes hang over his arm. He stands there, cool as a cucumber and not batting an eyelid as he speaks to her, acting as if finding a woman masturbating on his verandah is an everyday occurrence.
"Um, would you mind?" she says, reaching to take the towel from him.
