I promised to meet Kenneth at a truck stop in Cohutta, Georgia. He was one of my very favorite bus riders – always right up front and ready to whoop and holler when I came on board at the start of a trip. I loved his ardent appreciation of my many talents, as well as the way he kissed and sucked all the fine toys on my lovely body. He had a wonderfully hard cock that slid so easily into my wet and waiting ... Oh. Sorry. Got carried away with the memory.
Anyway, this truck stop was his special request. He had won the right in a drawing on one of our bus trips. The match to his ticket stub -- the one that was drawn from the fishbowl – read, "A Fantasy with Girlie Girl." Kenneth's fantasy was to have me dress in some special outfit and let him pick me up at a truck stop, with eyes for only him, and let him have his way with me right there. That was easy enough...although, I was not certain how the truck stop proprietors would feel about Girlie Girl being fucked in front of their customers. If fucking me was what Kenneth had in mind, I mean.
I wore my signature black lace crotchless panties, and a matching black lace open-tittie bra. Over this, I wore a sheer white button-down, short-sleeved blouse...but the buttons started just at the middle of my bra line, setting my luscious titties on display – including the nipples – for all to see and enjoy. Along with this blouse, I wore a little mini skirt that ended just at the top of my crotch. I mean, why cover up such pretty, pretty black lace panties? Black four-inch heels completed the ensemble.
The parking lot of the truck stop was stacked with semis, so there were plenty of drivers seated inside at the lunch counter and booths. I purposely parked close to the road, allowing me plenty of time to strut my fine ass across the parking lot, advertising my intent for any who cared to watch. I sashayed around trucks, listening to the whistles and cat calls from all those testosterone-laden, cock-carrying, dying-to-fuck-me men!
Kenneth had created a fabulous fantasy, and I was enjoying every minute of it!
I watched from outside the window as at least five men almost fell off their stools in a rush to open the door for me. I smiled my very big smile, and offered my thanks to all of them as I slowly passed by in search for Kenneth. I touched one cheek softly, "Thank you so very much!" Patted another's shoulder, "You are so kind!" Glanced at the lips of a fella well over six feet tall, and puckered my own lips in his direction. Glided my fingertips against the crotches of the last two, and they were both already hard.
Yes, Kenneth! A fabulous fantasy.
The only waitress in the place, a short little shit with "Sheila" on her name tag, was running back and forth in front of the counter and to the booths, trying her best to service all these hungry men. My entrance merely gave her a break from their growing frustration. Obviously, she was the only waitress who showed up for the night shift. Tsk tsk tsk. Sheila needed some help, and right away. These truck drivers were not shoveling out the tips she deserved, and I doubt she'd make enough for the cab fare home.
Sheila took one quick glance at me, shrugged her shoulders, and passed out plates of food like she was shuffling cards.
Kenneth was at a front booth, pretending like he hadn't seen me when every other man in the diner was giving me full attention. I smoothed my little skirt over my ass, adjusted the collar of my blouse, dabbed more lipstick on my lips, and swayed my hips in time with the music on the juke box. It took me ten very long strides to reach him. I bent over to drop my titties right in his face.
"Hi, Sweetie," I purred. "You got time for Girlie Girl?" I kissed him full on the mouth, and he slid his hands under my skirt and into my panties.
Damn! I loved how he did that so slick and easily! Yummy!
Everyone except the cook and Sheila had a front row seat, and no one missed a trick. I heard a "woooooohoooo!" run through the crowd, and "Gimme some of that, little lady!" Someone else said, "Well, hell! We ain't eatin'. Might as well fuck!" Another collective "woooooohoooo!" rose from the crowd. Sheila came running out of the kitchen to see what the commotion was all about. I looked over my shoulder just as she caught a glance of Kenneth's hands in my panties and his lips on my titties.
"All right, Sister," Sheila said to me. "This ain't gonna happen tonight – not while I'm working, anyway. This is a family restaurant!"
"You see any kids in here, Sheila? Or any wives?" It was a trucker sitting on the corner stool at the counter. "You hear anyone else complaining ... except you, I mean? Look around you. All you got in here tonight is us men...and you two women." A lot of heads were nodding in agreement.
Someone in the crowd said, "Mind your own business, Sheila!"
I whispered in Kenneth's ear. "Give me a few minutes, Sweetie, and I'll be right back."
I walked over to Sheila and put my arm around her. "Hi, um, Sheila. They call me Girlie Girl. Why don't you and I take a walk into the ladies' room – just for a bit. I want to share something with you."
Exasperated and about ready to drop, Sheila said, with her hands on her hips, "Are you nuts? These men are hungry! I have to get their food out to them, and right now."
I spoke in my softest voice. "Sheila, I know men. And right now they aren't thinking about food. Come with me. Please." I stopped at the corner stool and asked the trucker his name.
"Name's Sam, ma'am."
"Well, hi, Sam. They call me Girlie Girl. Would you mind locking the front door, putting up the CLOSED sign, and drawing the blinds? We're gonna have us a little party in about ten minutes."
"Happy to help you, Girlie Girl. Very happy," Sam said, as I brushed my hands against his crotch. He walked right over to lock the front door.
I took Sheila into the ladies' room and very quickly explained to her that she was going to make more money tonight than she had in the last month. "And I bet you have a couple of kids at home to feed. Am I right?"
She nodded, wiping her brow. "But I can't close this place! I'll lose my job!"
