Chapter 16. Victor. (August 1999)
Driving homewards from my meeting with clients in P, I was beginning to feel rather thirsty when I spotted a hand made sign for a snack bar in the next lay-by. I slowed the car and pulled in, parking just in front of a juggernaut. A smattering of guys stood in front of the snack bar, mostly lorry drivers, who politely made way for me to approach the counter. To the side of the snack van there was a plastic picnic table and chairs, vacant but for a couple of guys, one of who was in the process of leaving. Taking my diet coke over I asked the remaining guy if he minded me sitting down and he said not at all, go ahead it makes a pleasant change to have female company at the snack bar.
His name was Victor, 'call me Vic', and he was the driver of the lorry I'd parked in front of. A brawny guy in his early forties, Vic was a pleasant conversationalist and we chatted of this and that.
"The only drawback with these sorts of places is the lack of toilet facilities." I commented eventually.
"Yes well, we just go behind the hedge." Vic indicated a gap in the hedge beside the snack van. "Not the best arrangement for a lady though," he conceded.
"Well I shall have to go before continuing my journey. No peeking now!"
There weren't many customers at the snack bar by the time I passed through the gap in the hedge. Hiking my skirt up I lowered my panties and squatted, wondering if anyone would try to spy on me. I don't think anyone did though and wiping myself with tissues from my bag afterwards I had a sudden urge to remove my panties altogether. You never know Vic might still make a pass at me and if I was without panties it would speed things up. Stowing the said garment in my bag I returned through the gap in the hedge and was pleased to see Victor still sitting at the table.