Wendy lived with her husband in a middle class neighborhood. It was a comfortable neighborhood with a convenience store within walking distance. There was a retail strip nearby with hair salon, a barber shop, parts store, and a book store with an arcade. Also there was a truck stop next to the neighborhood across a wooded area.
On this sun shiny day Wendy was short of an ingredient she needed for cooking. She went to the convenience store but they didn't have what she wanted. On the way back she thought the truck stop might have what she needed. She noticed a well worn path leading through the woods to the truck stop. She smelled wild flowers. There was a fence but it had a gap where it was pulled away from the fence post.
As she walked, some parts of the woods she noticed, were sparse with grassy areas, and saw others were denser. Something caught her eye and she noticed it was a purple thong with glitter. Looking around to see if anyone might see her she picked it up and looked. It was cute looking, and surely the person who lost it must have been small, but she looked at the stretchy leg band and sure enough it should fit an adult, but probably a thin one. She was so fascinated by the thong because she had never thought to buy anything like that she decided to put it in her pocket, take it home and wash it. She wondered how she would look in it. Brushing off the dirt and leaves she put it in her pocket and noticed several used condoms in the area.
Wendy went on to the store. Coming to the edge of the truck stop property she came to another well used gap in the fence and went through. She smelled urine, and diesel fuel. Beginning to cut across the property to the truck stop store, she noticed some other ladies. Surely these weren't neighbors, or truck drivers. They were pretty and fashionably dressed to look sexy. She saw some dressed in mini skirts and she could see their panties and ass cheeks from behind. A couple had very short form fitting shorts. One lifted the front of her skirt flashing Wendy. Wendy noticed she did have a pretty pussy. There were a couple ladies with front button dresses that could quickly open and show their entire naked front view.
What was obviously a lady truck driver walked up beside her across the parking lot to the store. She asked Wendy, "Are you looking for a date honey?"
Shocked and taken by surprise, Wendy replied, "No, I'm married."
The lady responded, "All the better. Would you like to get together. I'm gentle and love to eat pussy."
Wendy felt her pussy lips tingle at the thought of getting her pussy eaten out. "No thank you."
Walking between trucks she passed by the open passenger door of one truck. Looking up as if to make sure nothing or no one was about to come out, she saw the naked butt of a man who was laid over the seat obviously sucking the cock of the driver in public. She got a good look at the man's crotch and balls and lingered for a minute watching and memorizing the nice looking ass. The driver had a hand over the ass now and was fondling the butt crack and cheeks. She saw him slide a greased finger into the asshole and begin fingering it.
She didn't have quite enough to pay at the cash register because the truck stop prices were higher. Wendy stood to the side for a few minutes trying to think of what to do. About this time a handsome truck driver stepped closer. "Ma'am, I can help. How much do you need?"
"Oh, I just need a dollar and a half." Her husband wouldn't be home for a while and she wanted to have dinner ready but she needed this ingredient to make the meal complete.
"My name is Harold. Here is two bucks." He gave her the money to help pay.
It wasn't a lot of money but Wendy was almost speechless to meet a friendly and helpful truck driver. She said, "Thank you."
Harold said, "I take it you have a tight budget. I know of a way you can make a little extra money part time if you need to."
Naively she listened to him. "I saw your pretty legs out there and I would like to give you a few bucks if I could get a picture of them."
Wendy asked in surprise, "Where? Out here?"
They started walking out of the store.
"No, back at the truck." Harold had a nice and gentle demeanor.
