Her mind was racing, her heart was beating hard against her chest bone and her body was turned on. She could feel her flushed skin as warm as the late summer breeze coming through the van window. She can't explain how a man that's never touched her body except once in a friendly hug could possess such power over her body. The longing she craved to give herself away to this man was intense. There was something about him and the way he spoke, rather over the phone or in email exchanges, it was something deeper, something that feeds her mind. And in exchange her body comes alive with every word spoken.
She knows a lot of it comes from their love for writing as well as reading erotica. They have exchanged many stories over time, and she's even finished a piece for him once. So, there isn't any doubt he can get inside her head using words he has picked up on through those exchanges that trigger certain things within her.
She turns on the radio and sets her playlist. Music will keep her thoughts in check for now, so she can focus on driving and not this burning desire to serve this man in her head.
Miles later the day comes to an end and begins the search for a place to shut down for the night. Typically, she parks in a rest area, but she hasn't seen one in hours out here in the Midwest as she crosses these country highways. So, she'll have to settle for a gas station or shopping center parking lot if she can find one or the other. Her cell signal isn't strong enough to search for anything, so she'll have to rely on the GPS to get her to something. She pulls off the edge of the road to search for some place. And is lucky enough to find a truck stop about 30 miles away. She hits the ok for directions and off she goes.
Once parked, she's able to connect to the WIFI at the truck stop and check for any updates from the office. An email alert popped up as well. IT WAS HIM!!! Her heart felt like it stopped, and her hands were shaky as she opened the email. She skimmed across the words quickly searching for a response to her invitation and her heart dropped when she found what she was looking for.
"Lisa, as lovely as that sounds I unfortunately won't be available that weekend. I wish I had known before making other plans, I would have loved getting you alone in a jacuzzi tub, on a balcony, on a riverboat and down in a haunted rum cellar.
Can I get a raincheck for another time? And please take lots of pictures and enjoy your downtime. Again, I apologize for not being able to accept your invitation. Maybe on your way out of Savannah Sunday afternoon/evening we can catch coffee again. You know the place."
Disappointed,
Sir
Disappointed wasn't the word she would have imagined him using to close out an email, but she was glad that they shared the disappointment. She was still going through with her plans all the same, but it would have been more spectacular to have shared the time with him. And with the way he said he'd loved to get her alone in specific locations has stirred those lustful feelings again. The same way she was flushed and warmed with the thoughts of him earlier have now gained even more heat. She felt her panties get wet and her pussy was beyond the point of return, she knew she needed to orgasm, or she'd not get any sleep. She reached for her toy bag, fumbled around inside of it and found the velvet bag Mr. Glass was tucked away in. She entered the sleeping area of her van, got undressed and slid Mr. Glass into her wet folds. Within minutes she was cumming hard and moaning loud. "I don't know what it is about you, Sir but I thank you for it." She said out loud as she turned to her side, leaving Mr. Glass inserted partially. Drifting off to sleep had not been that easy in a long time.
Waking the next morning, she realized she lost Mr. Glass in the bed, and she'd need to find it so she could take it inside and wash it when she showered. Throwing on a pair of shorts and T-shirt, she got up from the bed. She retrieved her toy, shower bag and clothes. She walked inside the truck stop, told the lady behind the counter that she was redeeming a shower credit and headed back the long hallway. Once inside the shower room, she pulled Mr. Glass from the front pocket of her shower bag and washed it first. Then she sat out the things she'd need for her shower on the little stool next to the shower stall. She laid down the floor mat and turned the water on, undressed and used the restroom.
Stepping under the hot water felt like heaven as her muscles began to loosen up and relax. She let the water trinkle down her body as she wet her hair to wash it. When she put the conditioner on her hair, she washed her body down and shaved. She pulled the handle down to rinse off, but when the spray hit her pussy, she realized she was still very much in need of something more than Mr. Glass could provide. And soon!
She finished her shower, dried, dressed, cleaned up her belongings and headed out of the shower room. She stopped to grab a coffee, a large cup of ice and a couple cups of fruit. Back on the road.
Checking with dispatch for load information, she programmed her GPS and filled out her logbook, did her vehicle inspect to make sure all was good under the hood and off she went. Her morning would start with making a drop, driving 120 miles to her next pickup and heading towards Oregon. She had until Tuesday to make the drop; she knew she would be there by Monday evening. That meant she'd drop early Tuesday morning and be able to head back towards the east coast with something. And would be able to drop her van off in South Carolina early Friday morning and grabbing her rental car she arranged to meet her. She wanted to be in Savannah by 9am so she wouldn't be late for her salon appointment.
Her mind kept jumping back to this man in her head and how she wanted so desperately wanted to submit to him. She craved his touch, his hands, his power to subdue her without restraints and his body. She couldn't explain this need, but she knew he was exactly what her body was on fire so intensely for and only he'd be able to put out this burning flame deep within her. Knowing they'd meet next Sunday for coffee wasn't going to make this any easier. She had to have him!
