I hopped up on the counter, looking him in the eye. "So, why wait?"
He chuckled. He stepped close and kissed me. I spread my legs and he stood between them, gathering up my skirt and pushing the hem closer and closer to my waist as I held his face. I leaned into the kiss, slipping my tongue past his lips and tasting him. I felt his hands sliding up and I scooted toward the edge, spreading my knees a little more. His fingers found my center and he pulled out of the kiss, looking surprised. I wore no underwear. I raised my eyebrows, grinning back.
He knelt down, pushing my legs farther apart and kissing my pubic hair. I leaned back on the polished metal mirror as his warm breath wafted over my wet mound. His tongue darted out and licked, teasing at my clit. His fingers spread my lips and dipped inside. I moaned, spread myself wider, and hooked one heel on the counter. He took the hint, diving in with two fingers, his whole tongue, and his soft lips. He licked and sucked and nipped and licked some more. I rolled my hips and pumped into him as his fingers dove deeper and his tongue massaged and flicked on my clit. He was masterful, and my moans and sighs echoed off the tile, filling the room.
He kept working. I clamped a hand on the back of his head.
"There, oh my god, right there right there," I breathed and he stayed exactly where I wanted.
His fingers pumped and his tongue danced and his lips caressed and I jolted and shook and climaxed all over his face. He chuckled again as he stood. I kissed him again, then helped him wipe off. He helped me ease off the counter and wrapped his arms around me.
I leaned into him. "So, what did you actually say to the toll guy?"
"I told him, 'that's my wife behind me. Tell her I said I love her'."
I looked up at him. "Love you too, babe. Round two at the next rest stop?"
He laughed. "Yes, ma'am."
