This one is for Tex - thanks for the wonderful feedback, I always enjoy hearing back from my readers. It makes it all worth writing.
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The sun was just beginning to set with the colors bursting through the heavens like a giant paint-by-number. The beauty of the Texas sunset took my breath away as I tried to concentrate on my driving. I wanted to make it to Victoria (south Texas) by midnight and still had around 125miles to go. I had just passed through San Antonio without stopping, as I wanted to just get this long tiring trip over with. Reaching over I turned the radio up to help keep me awake. The last thing I need would be to fall asleep behind the wheel.
I made it another 75 miles before I had to take a leak. Trying to forget about it and just make it the last 50-mile stretch I squeezed my legs together. I made it another 15 miles before I couldn't stand it any longer and started looking for the very next exit. Not even caring where I went just so long as they had a bathroom, I turned and took the next exit. It turned onto what looked to be a back road and I drove down a ways looking for lights. After about another mile and lots of squirming I came across a bar that looked to be packed to capacity. The parking lot was full of every kind of pick up truck imaginable. "Definitely not Atlanta" I muttered to myself, shaking my head. Well I would just have to get used to it now that I would be living near hear, I chastised myself. Pulling into the parking lot, I climbed out and made my way into the place wincing a little at the overly loud country music that was blaring from the band that was playing.
I walked through the crowd, scuffing sawdust that was on the floor, and pushed my way up to the bar trying to spot the bartender. He finally moseyed up to me and said, "Whachya need pretty lady?" as he checked out my short shorts and tight black tank top that just barely concealed my enormous assets. "Restrooms?" I yelled over the bar, wanting to get out of there as quickly as possible. He pointed to the left of the bar and I hurried as fast as I could because I was definitely not dressed appropriately for this place. The shorts and revealing shirt were due to the 105degree weather that I had just driven through that afternoon. Since I hadn't bothered to stop for anything, I hadn't had the chance to change yet.
I walked into the ladies room, which turned out to be suprisingly spacious and went into one of the stalls. Trying to hurry I dropped my shorts and sat down gratefully. Releasing a torrent of piss into the toilet, I grunted a big sigh. My bladder had been starting to hurt from my holding it for so long. I finished going and reached over for some tissue paper. "Damn!" There wasn't any in there, shit. Leaning over, I looked under the stalls to see if anyone else was in there. Seeing that the bathroom empty, I sat there for a second and thought, "Fuck it!" I jumped up and opened the bathroom door. With my shorts still around my knees, I ran to the stall next to mine and grabbed some from the roll. I ran back to my stall and shut the door again.
Finishing up now that I had the tissue paper that I needed to avoid drip drying, I yanked my shorts back up and tucked my shirt in. Walking out of the stall I looked at myself in the mirror as I washed my hands in the sink. Not too bad, I thought to myself. I was very grateful that I had inherited my mother's Spanish ancestry and it showed. Even though I was almost 35 years old, I definitely looked 10 years younger with my coal black waist length hair, full lips, slightly tilted eyes and flawless olive complexion. I did inherit my father's cobalt blue eyes though making the face definitely striking for anyone to look at. As I finished up at the sink and dried my hands someone walked into the restroom behind me. I hurried towards the door to leave when I felt someone grab my arm. Frightened, I swung around to plow the person in the face but my arm was caught in mid-swing before it even connected. My eyes widened when I found my face pressed to a very broad chest covered in a soft flannel shirt and my arm was clasp in an ironclad grasp. I tilted my head back (way back) and found myself looking into a laughing pair of gray eyes shadowed by a large brimmed black Stetson. He stood about 6'4, had steel gray eyes and a very harsh attractive face with strong chiseled features that would stand out anywhere making it unforgettable.
"Hey there, darlin', what's your rush?" He drawled slowly as his mouth spread into a grin. I was still standing there flush against his broad body with my mouth hanging open. "Damn" I thought. "They definitely don't make em' like this back home" When he started chuckling I realized that I had spoken my thoughts out loud and I felt my face heating to a bright red. He leaned over and brushed his lips against mine slowly. My body just melted as his tongue swept along my bottom lip.
Getting bolder, he shoved me against the wall and pushed my tank top up and over my head. My mind was getting a little befuddled by his gentle kisses and it took me a minute to realize that my large chest was bared to his gaze. "Good lord woman, these sexy tits should be bared for all to see. I have never seen a chest this hot." He leaned down and captured my large nipple into his mouth biting gently while he rolled the other one between his thumb and forefinger. I moaned softly deep in my throat at the heat running through my veins. The thoughts that were going through my mind about pushing him away because things were moving way too fast here slowly evaporated with the feelings that were coursing through me. He plunged his hand down the front of my shorts and cupped my hot wet pussy in the palm of his large callused hand.