It has been that long slow journey again. I had done it many times, travelling north along the M6 Motorway - Birmingham, Staffordshire, Greater Manchester, then on past Blackburn and Preston. As usual, the traffic was slow - stop/start. More often stop than start. It has often been said that the Pennines are the backbone of England. Well, if the Pennines are the backbone the M6 must be the main artery. And the main artery is frequently clogged up. Today was one such day - I was crawling along the M6.
I had been doing that journey since I was young - many years ago. As I was travelling, I was contemplating my younger days. The time when I had plenty of stamina and go. The times when I could enjoy sex. Sometimes I think that I missed many opportunities when I was younger. If I knew then what I know now, I would have done a lot more. Opportunities were there - I was just looking in the wrong place. Now things have moved on.
For age and medical reasons, I'm now not in such a strong position as to pursue the opportunities. My interest remains, but my performance has diminished. It's like sport - when you are young you want to play; as you get older you become a spectator. And since surgery, orgasms are more difficult, and should I climax, it is now dry. Whilst I still want it, the fun has diminished.
My mind was wandering. Back to the road. Having slowly journeyed northwards, I finally reached the Welcome Break services. I pulled off the motorway, and headed towards the car park. The car park seemed quieter than usual and I drove towards the lorry park at the far end. I found a parking space, drove into it and switched off the engine. I intended to get out and walked across the car park to use the facilities and grab something to eat, but before doing so I just sat there quietly contemplating. However, I must have dropped off to sleep for a very short while.
I was suddenly awoken. I heard this noise and sensed that someone was in the car. As I came to, I looked around me and sure enough there she was. What a vision. Sitting beside me was the purest vision of beauty I had seen for a long time. Words cannot describe her sheer beauty. Her beautiful blond hair flowing as she turned her head, her eyes shining like stars and her body so beautiful. She looked splendid, dressed in her retro underwear, which enabled her to flash passers by.
"Hi" she said "I'm Samantha", moving towards me and placing a slow passionate kiss on my lips. The mere sensation of her lips touching mine, sent bolts of pleasure through my body, the likes of which I hadn't experienced for a long time. She seemed to know all about me, my name, where I had been, where I was going etc. It was like she was an angel sent to me to give me something special.