I am traveling to another state to ride my horse with some friends. I stop at a truck stop to have a bite. I am wearing skin tight black jeans, a purple and black plaid shirt that is unbuttoned to allow some cleavage to show, and black, lace up cowboy boots. As I walk into the diner, I see that there is only one stool left at the counter to sit on. I sit down and notice a very striking man sitting in the stool to my left. I order coffee, and when it comes, I am about to drink it, as I like it black, but I ask the man to pass me the creamer, just so I have an in to start up a conversation with him. As he hands me the creamer, I am awestruck by his handsome features and his emerald green eyes.
He says, "Here ya go, ma'am" in a voice that is deep and rich. I tell him he doesn't have to call my ma'am and that my name is Heather. He tells me his is named Clint. The sexual attraction is evident by the way his eyes dart from my eyes, to my well formed, ample breasts. I find my own eyes darting down his long torso, to his crotch. I do not make any effort to hide the fact I am ogling him. He catches my eye and laughs, asking me what I plan on having for lunch. I can't believe my ears as I hear myself saying, "I'll take an order of you, to go." I feel the heat as my face goes crimson, but I don't take my eyes off of his. He says, "Well, I guess we'd better get going then, wouldn't want things to cool down too much." He throws down some money and we both head out to the parking lot where my rig sitting under a tree at the farthest corner of the lot.
My head is spinning; I can't believe my bravado, as I watch his firm buttocks moving like pistons in his tight, blue jeans. I am half tempted to tell him that I have changed my mind, but the site of his tall, athletic, body makes me ache from deep within, and I hold my tongue. We get to my horse trailer, and I open the door leading to the living quarters, motioning him to step inside. I tell him to duck his head, but he bangs it on the doorway, anyway. I giggle at him, as I take his hand and sit him down on the bench. I shut the door, and then turn my attentions to this handsome stranger.
As he sits there, my eyes are drawn, once again to his crotch, and I notice the thick bulge that has formed there since last I looked. I can't even form intelligent sentences as I pretend to engage in idle chitchat with him. It is pointless, as we both know why we are here. I sit next to him on the bench and lean into him as he wraps his long arms around me and kisses me so deeply and forcefully, the wind is almost knocked out of me. His tongue is working against mine, pinning it down, as his hands quickly move to my breasts to cup them. Then he quickly unsnaps my shirt to reveal my tender mounds. He bends to kiss between them, sending shivers up and down my spine as I let out a little moan.
I go to move my hands to fondle his groin, but he pushes them away and tells me I must wait. I am frustrated, as I can see the outline of his huge cock under the tight fabric of his jeans He tells me to finish undressing as he slowly turns away from me. I hear his pants unzip, and then see him drop his jeans, then step out of them. He turns around again, smiling devilishly, as his magnificent hard on pokes out from under his shirt. I go to him and tear his shirt off of him, then immediately drop to my knees to take his manhood into my hungry mouth. He pushes me away once again, this time a bit more forcefully, and tells me to climb up into the sleeping compartment of the gooseneck. I stand on the bench to climb up, and then I feel his hands upon my hips as he holds me still. I am standing on the bench, as he pushes me forward and spreads my thighs with his big, strong hands.
My breath catches in my throat as I feel his hands tighten on my hips and he forces me into a kneeling position on the bench, my arms above my head, holding the ladder that leads to the sleeping area. I feel his long fingers exploring the folds of my now dripping love box, and then I gasp as his thumb starts to circle my clitoris. He tells me to put one leg up on the backrest of the bench so he has easier access to my pussy. I am completely subdued, wanting so badly to give in to him. I feel the heat rising up from my vaginal cleft as he works his long fingers in out of me. First one, then two...the sound of my slickness fills the tight space of the trailer.
