The lights of the interstate at night were mesmerizing; tail lights, head lights, marker lights on trucks, and even reflective paint on signs were all doing their damnedest to try and lull me to sleep. I needed caffeine and I needed it now. The last sign I passed said the next town was just a couple miles ahead and I could already see the glow from the lights that were still on in the God-early hours of the morning.
I managed to make the truck stop with little or no major problems. I did wake up to find myself drifting from lane to lane twice, but the emptiness of the road didn't make that a huge problem.
The truck stop itself was a tomb. There were only two cars outside, and at least one of those had to belong to an employee, maybe both of them did. Right then, the only thing I cared about was getting some coffee; hot, black coffee. I hated the shit, but nothing wakes me up faster. Between burning myself from the heat, trying to swallow the taste, and the life-granting caffeination contained in its abyssal blackness, it works perfect.
I walked in, zombie-like, and I found the coffee/cappuccino section and realized how bad I was getting. My focus was throbbing with my heart beat, my hands were shaking. How long had I been up? 40 hours? 45? I leaned against the counter for support for a moment, breathing deeply and forcing my body to work properly. When I opened them, everything was in better focus and I didn't feel like I needed to fall down. Until I saw her.
Beside me was a skinny redhead, probably in her early 30's. She didn't have much in the chest department, but the small handfuls of tit flesh on her were firm; I didn't see any bra lines under her thin, low cut t-shirt. The shirt itself was a grey Sturgis shirt from 2004, and she had removed the sleeves and the neck hem, cutting the fabric to right between her tits, probably straight between her nipples. The little cleavage she did have was on display proudly. Her shirt was cut off so her belly button was proudly on display, a small belly button ring and jewel skewered her creamy flesh.
Her pants were hip-huggers and they were hanging low. If she was wearing underwear, they had to be low-cut; her pelvic ridges were showing over the top of her modified khakis and there was a mouth watering expanse of her pale flesh between her belly button ring and the concealment of her cargo pants.
Her legs were long and lean, flowing from the soft curve of her hips down to what I could only dream were toned legs, matching the set of abs she was proudly displaying. The cargo pants ended and she was wearing sandals, her toenails painted a deep burgundy, providing a bridge in color from the leather of the sandals to the soft tones of her skin.
My eyes drifted slowly back up her body, loving the exploration of all that I had seen and then I focused on her freckle-covered cheeks and nose, her green, sparkling eyes, and the frown that was etched into her face. Her hair was about shoulder length, hanging about her head in loose, thick curls. She cleared her throat and I stopped staring at her.
"Anything I can help you with, Sir," she said, her voice flat.
"Just need some coffee," I said after a second.
"It's...right there," she said, gesturing and turned to walk off. I watched her ass swing in those cargo pants and realized at that second, that was the luckiest pair of pants on earth. Watching that rounded ass move was like watching poetry in motion.
"Thank you," I said, both for the show and for the 'help' she'd just given me. She nodded and kept walking, disappearing in the back somewhere.
The coffee steamed as it poured into the cup. I didn't even realize I had started pouring some until I felt the heat hit my hand. There was no way in Hell I was going to make the rest of the 3 hour trip; not without seriously endangering myself and other drivers.
I put a lid on the coffee and wandered around for a minute, letting my body try to wake up with the movement, and wandering to see if I found anything to eat. The only thing I kept seeing was that redhead, looking in my direction every 30 seconds or so, probably making sure that another asshole customer didn't try to steal anything. After probably 2 minutes of wandering, I went up to the counter and bought my coffee.
"Anything else for you tonight?" she said mechanically. I forced myself to look at her face this time, no matter how tempting it was to take in her beautiful body again.
"Not that lucky," I murmured. I wouldn't have said it if I was actually awake.
"What was that?" she said, stopping and staring at me.
"Nothing. Hey, is there a hotel near by?" I asked, my control of my eyes fading for a moment and they traveled down her thin neck to her collar bones, and then further south, trying to rip holes through her shirt to see her nipples. I did get a hell of a tit shot from the way she was standing and hunched over the cash register, but no nipple. My dick stirred in my pants and I was too tired to do anything about it.
"Hey man, I don't know what kind of place you think..." she started, almost angrily. My laughter cut her off
"Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean for that. I've been up since the weekend and I need to sleep. I don't think I'm going to make it any farther down the road tonight," I said. She blushed.
"I'm sorry," she said meekly. "It's just the type of people we usually have coming in after the bars close..." she said, her soft voice trailing off.
"Not drunk, just sleepy," I said, my eyes going down into the shadowy depths of her shirt again. No bra; I could see clear to her shoulder the way she was standing. Her firm little tits were making my mouth water and my dick was damn near at full attention.
