This little thing happened recently, and it completely an unplanned encounter. However, it left me tingling; even weeks later.
What you are about to read is a true live story by a naughty lady called Fabulous!
So, I was on a long journey for a weekend away. I'm on the motorway alone in my car.
I overtake a car, as you do, and barely noticed it. But there was some sort of hocus pocus, because shortly afterwards, the same car overtakes me.
I noticed them and looked over with a smile. And this cute looking guy smiled back... So I thought, aw that's a sweet little moment. It brightened up my journey.
After a little while I started to think - hmm, me and this other car, we're sort of driving together. As if we're in convoy, but obviously not...
I must be imagining this, but are we doing this intentionally? Is he? Am I? I started to feel flutters in my stomach. And...
A wonderful tingling "down there". I started to think about what I'm wearing... I was checking myself out in the mirror. How do I look? What did he see?
We got to the part where the motorway goes one way and the toll road goes the other, and this car he's going off towards the toll as he started indicating earlier than usual - as if he was letting me know in time.
I wasn't planning to turn off, and I dithered for a minute. I thought to myself, if I didn't act now he'll be gone for good and that's the end of whatever this was. But what it could be? I decided and fuck it! I quickly changed lanes and followed him...
I started regretting it instantly and asking myself why I did it. I began getting worried that he may have noticed and thought to himself that I was a crazed motorway killer.
My mind was running away with itself. Maybe he didn't notice, so I'm safe, I've got away with being a bit nuts. Or, is there a possibility? Just a possibility that there was a weird connection between us. From a nanosecond of a look from across lanes in the motorway? I asked myself . But, I immediately knocked that out by telling myself that that doesn't seem possible though.
The way we took looked pretty quiet, and it's got to be obvious I was just driving along behind him. I was so horny and way overthinking about what's happening.
At that instant, he slows right down in the left hand lane, so I've basically got to overtake him. What is he thinking? Is he waiting for me? Am I kidding myself? This is it. Deep breath! Just drive!
I got to the point where we were alongside each other. That was what I wanted. But then I was embarrassed. This is ridiculous! I thought to myself. But then, he looked over, gave me this big grin, and gestured with his head.
It was subtle, but I knew exactly what he meant and got the message. He was saying "Get off the motorway with me?" It was what I wanted, what I hoped was happening, but didn't quite believe it could have been.
I answer his question with a smile and an almost nonexistent nod.
For fuck's sake, what was I actually doing? I didn't wait to dwell on that for long. I followed him to the next service station. It was excruciatingly far! I had that plenty of time to change my mind and end this ridiculous charade, so I could continue my journey like a regular, sane person would.
Did I? No! Why? Because, I've come this far... The services finally appeared. He turned off and I followed. Obviously. Completely fucking nuts!
So we parked up. Don't get me wrong. I have done A LOT of horny stuff, with a lot of people, but this was so random and so unexpected. And I guess I wasn't quite as cool and confident as I'd sometimes like people to think. My stomach is doing butterflies. My pussy is tingling and squirming. But I wasn't going to stop this.
I got out of the car. I had a quick quiet word with myself for a second. Come on, Sarah! I walked over to his car and went "Why the fuck did I just follow a stranger off a motorway?" (yes, that's the best I could come up with) And he gave a bigger grin again... "I don't know, do you wanna get in?"
There was small talk. I guess neither of us had really thought this far ahead. Then he went for it. He unzipped his fly. Took out his already hard cock. In that moment it was the best cock I had ever seen! Juices were already leaking from him. And I had him in my mouth before I knew it!
I was wearing jeans. His hand went to the back of my waistband as I was stretching to devour his gorgeous cock. And he was fumbling, trying to get a hand on me. I swear I was soaking through my teeny thong! I needed to help him out, my cunt was throbbing, and I needed that release. I undid my belt, my jeans, and pushed his hand inside me!
He fingered me hard, lifting me off the seat. I was arched and groaning and dying for more of his cock! He pulled my head back down, and he was in my mouth. He groaned and cums quickly. And then we were done.
It wasn't enough, but it had to be. We smiled at each other. Anything else then would have ruined it. So we didn't pretend it was going to be anything more than it was.
I thought to myself, if I left right now it would be a fucking awesome memory. A great story to tell, perhaps (to tell my husband?)
I flashed my winning coy/sexy/fabulous smile, and said "see ya", and I was out of the car. He'd pulled away before I got back behind my own wheel, thinking "did that actually just happen?" |
