I had just merged onto I-75 south. I was heading home to north Florida from Tennessee, where I had been at a family funeral. I was facing a ten hour drive. After an hour or so, I realized that I had been traveling with the same group of three other cars for a little while, which happens sometimes with interstate travel.
As I became aware of the cars, I got curious about the other drivers. In the car behind me were two women, an older mother and daughter pair. The car to my left held three college kids. The black SUV in front of me was huge, and all I could see of the driver was a profile in the side mirror that let me know he was male. The car with the college kids was speeding up to overtake the SUV. Once they did, I used my left turn signal as I eased around the SUV.
As I pulled even with the driver, I glanced over curiously. My glance turned into a look and then into a stare. The man driving was absolutely gorgeous. He had thick wavy dark hair a little shorter than collar length and a strong jaw. I'm pretty sure my mouth fell open, and then he turned to glance at me. I saw him take in my stare, chuckle, and smile at me. I had to turn my attention back to driving just then to stay on the road. As I pulled in front of the SUV, I looked in the rear view mirror. Did that guy really look as hot as I thought he did? I was too far away to see his face clearly. I shrugged and watched the road ahead.
A few minutes later, I checked the rear view mirror, and the SUV had gained on me. Now it was close enough that I could see the driver's features, and yes! He was as gorgeous as I thought. It seemed like just then, Mr. SUV smiled at me. But no, he couldn't know that I was watching him.
The car with the women pulled ahead of me, and the college kids were passing a slower car. A scene of the SUV driver and me together flashed quickly through my mind - the two of us kissing, arms wrapped around each other. Then it became the two of us lying together, him on top of me, both naked.
Just then, the SUV driver signaled and passed me. I couldn't help but look at him again, and this time, I know he smiled at me. Holy crap! My stomach flip-flopped and my heart started beating faster. He really was amazing looking. While his car was still beside mine, he gave me a wave which I returned without thinking.
After a while, the car with the college kids exited the interstate, and the car with the women fell behind. For a time it was just him and me. We leap-frogged each other for a while, sharing a smile each time we passed. Now the fantasies were coming to my mind hot and heavy - the hand he used to wave kneading my bare breast, him moving on top of me, my back arching into him. I was wet and my heart was thumping.
Eventually, I glanced over as I passed him, and he was on the phone and didn't look back. Then one car cut off the car in front of me, and I had to focus on maneuvering around that. When I finally looked back up into the rear view mirror, the SUV had fallen behind. During the next few minutes, a song I like came on the classic rock station, and my phone toned with a new text message. After that, I could no longer identify the SUV among the cars behind me when I looked in the rear view.
I was suddenly sad, even as I knew that was ridiculous. I mean, what did I think? That we would meet and become friends? Of course not. We were just two people who happened to travel together on the interstate for a time. But, fuck, that guy was beautiful.
In a little while, I saw a blue rest area sign for a mile ahead, and I pulled off the interstate.
There weren't many cars in the rest area parking lot, but there was a heavy duty pickup truck towing a camper as long as the truck itself, and the driver had pulled horizontally across what must have been ten parking spaces right in front of the building. I had to park about half way across the lot, and I was annoyed as I grabbed my phone and went inside to use the restroom.
On my way out, I saw the vending machines and decided to treat myself to a coke. I hadn't brought my purse, so I headed back out to the car to get it and to clean up the trash that had accumulated in the front seat.
It sure was cold here. I was wearing a Florida-weight cardigan sweater with a tshirt underneath, and the thirty-five degree weather cut right through them both. I pulled the sweater tight around me and made a note to get my jacket out of the back seat. As I glanced up at my car, I stopped abruptly. A big black SUV was parked beside it. My stomach flip-flopped again. But, wait. That can't be the SUV from the interstate. It was just another huge black SUV. There are millions of them on the road, right?
As I kept walking toward the car, thinking about how long I had been parked and wondering if he could have possibly caught up to me, a man walked around the side of the SUV. It was him - Mr. SUV. I stopped again, and my breath caught. He looked up then and saw me. He smiled and waved. I smiled and waved back, shaking my head.
"Hey!" I blurted, when I was at the vehicles.
"Hey, Florida," he said. Deep voice. Sexy as fuck.
"Florida?"
"Your tag," he said.
I just stared at him.
"Your license plate?" he said, pointing toward the back of my car.
"Ha! Florida! Right!" I blurted again. Gosh, I'm an idiot.
We were facing each other now. He held out his hand, and I shook it.
"Nice to see ya," he said, grinning.
As the wind blew through my clothes again, I shivered.
He stepped closer and ran his hands along my upper arms. "Poor Florida," he said, "It's cold out here."
"Yeah, it really is," I mumbled. Or something silly like that.
He stopped rubbing my arms and pulled me toward him, wrapping his arms around my back. I instantly wrapped my arms back around him.
Wow, just like my fantasy, I thought. Except we're wearing clothes. The thought made me jerk my head up and look at him, as if he could read my mind.
And maybe he had, because he leaned down and kissed me. The kiss was gentle at first and quickly became harder and deeper, with tongue. Lots of tongue. His tongue in my mouth, his hands on either side of my head holding my face to him, my tongue in his mouth.
The thought ran through my mind that I must be imagining this, because things like this don't happen in real life. But just as I thought that, he walked us around and pressed me against the SUV, and I could feel how hard he was. Yep, this was happening.
His dick was so hard that I could feel it through both of our jeans. I wriggled against him, getting closer, and he groaned into my mouth. I brought my hands up under his shirt and traced up his back. I knew my hands were cold, but he didn't seem to notice. He was just so warm.
He moved his hands down over the back of my jeans to my ass, then brought them back up under my shirt. He squeezed me, then moved one hand down into the waistband of my jeans. He massaged my ass, holding me against him, then moved his hand under the back of my panties. He reached down lower and put two fingers in me from behind. We both sucked in breath. "So wet," he breathed and grinned at me.
I kissed him, then rested my cheek against his shoulder as his fingers moved inside me. I brought my hands around to the front under his shirt, and I felt definition in his chest and abs as I had in his back. I liked it. A lot.
