Driving East
My eyes were heavy and I'd been struggling to maintain focus on the straight wide highway for the last hour. It was after 2am and I'd been driving for 14 straight hours on the final leg of a cross county trip that would bring me back to my native New England after too many years away.
The blue sign ahead listed three motels located off the next exit and I backed off the throttle and slowed to an easy 80mph. The big v8 rumbled and popped waking me up a little and my blury eyes focused on the next sign which listed an array of fast food restaurants and I made my decision to get off and grab some coffee and food to tide me over for the final 8 hours of my trip.
The low, wide Corvette jerked to a halt at the light and I eased the short shift lever into first as I waited for the light to change. I shook the cobwebs from my head and released the clutch slowly, the deep throaty exhaust cut through the silence of the night and I felt instantly awake as I rumbled towards civilization. I considered grabbing fast food at a drive thru but I needed to pee and stretch my legs so instead I pulled into a Denny's parking and parked up front in the near empty lot.
The brisk fall air engulfed me as I climbed from the low seat and stretched my arms, legs and back. I inhaled sharply, drawing a cool refreshing breath into my lungs, and clicked the keyfob, locking nearly all of my meager possessions inside the car, as I walked towards to entrance of the well known breakfast chain.
"Just one?" The cute young hostess asked. She appeared too chipper for such a late hour and her happy demeanor was juxtaposed with her dark brooding eyes. She was attractive but too skinny and she'd have benefited from a sandwich or two and a lower dose of meds. Her thin, sinewy arms were pale and marked with dozens of pink scars indicating that perhaps her mind numbing meds were necessarily strong.
"Yes please," I answered politely and she smiled. She had bright white teeth and a pretty smile and I glanced furtively at her small round ass as she led me to a window seat in the front of the bulding affording me a view of my three year old Corvette. It was the one significant asset that I'd gotten in my divorce and the few boxes of clothes and personal effects that didn't fit inside it for my trip from LA had been boxed and shipped to my mother's house on Cape Cod. I had no intention of staying with my mother for more than a few weeks in my mid forties but it was the only address I had for the time being.
"Kylie will be with you shortly. Can I get you something to drink?"
"Coffee please," I replied. I smiled up at her and our eyes met for a moment. I saw a flash of humanity in her pretty brown eyes and I felt a subtle surge of blood in my crotch. It had been over a month since I'd shared the company of a woman and I felt the draw of attraction between us.
"Okay, I'm Megan. If you need anything let me know." She flashed me a playful smile that let me know that her offer extended beyond the items listed on the big laminated menu.
"I will. Thanks Megan." I returned the smile and she turned slowly. The sway in her walk was more pronouced as she walked away and I realized that she did have a nice trim and very sexy body even if she was thinner than most of the women to whom I was drawn. In my younger days I'd been exclusively attracted to small pettite girls. It had always made for strange pairings given that at 6'3" and 220lbs I was anything but small. But as my age clicked past forty I'd found myself preferring women with curves.
"How do you take it?" A heavy set, thirty something, brunette woman with a cute round face and weary blue eyes asked. She set down a brown coffee pitcher in front of me and forced an insincere smile in my general direction but I could tell that her mind was far away.
I glanced at her name tag and confirmed that she was Kylie.
"Black and bitter like my ex wife," I replied half kidding. My ex wife was most certainly bitter, though given her generous settlement she had little reason to be, but she was as white as virgin snow and the truth was that I'd only hooked up with one black woman in my entire life, though not for a lack of effort on my part. Black and Hispanic women never seemed intersted in my European features but I was most definitely not opposed to anyone exotic.
"I see," she said curtly. Obviously my joke had fallen flat and I smiled apologetically. "Do you know what you want or do you need a minute?"
"No I'm all set," I replied. I ordered eggs, toast and home fries and Kylie walked briskly away with a blunt thank you. Her wide flat ass had none of the sway that Megan's had and it confirmed to me that sexy is as much about a person's state of mind as it is about their physical appearance.
I looked around the room and sipped my coffee as I waited. There was only one other customer in the restaurant. A tall, well built and well dressed man in his thirties. He seemed out of place at a Denny's at nearly three in the morning but who was I to judge.
I stood and walked towards the restrooms. My trip took me past the other man's table and I felt his eyes on me as I approached. He had warm intelligent eyes and he flashed me a pleasant disarming smile as I walked past him. I could feel his gaze on me even after I passed his seat and I shuddered slightly as his appraising eyes lingered on my body after our initial eye contact. I'd been hit on by guys before though I'd never had any inclination to pursue anything with any of them. I was, for the most part, straight but in recent years I'd had some decidedly bicurious fantasies and my curiosity had led me to some interesting and exciting perusals and discoveries on various porn internet sites.
"Excuse me," she said in a soft melodic tone. She was a thick, curvaceous blonde with big breasts, a trim waist and generous hips. Her smile was warm and inviting and her eyes glimmered with promise. Her voice shook me from my daze and her eyes held my gaze as she approached. My pulse quickened and I felt a familiar tingle between my legs. There was a distinct sexual energy in the room that was impossible to ignore and I flashed her my best "you're hot" smile.
My cock felt heavy and impressive as I aimed my pee stream into the urinal and thought back to the look in the curvy blonde's pretty green eyes. She was my type and I was prettt sure that she'd liked what she saw as well. I shook twice and tucked my dick back into my jeans before washing my hands and heading back towards my table.
The curvy blonde was seated across from the well dressed guy and our eyes met again as I approached. She glanced openly at the bulge in my pants and I grinned to myself. I knew that in all likelihood nothing would ever come of it but flirting, especially with a woman who was with a guy at the time, was good for my ego and after all that had happened in the previous year I needed all the ego boosting I could get. My ex wife had left me for another man, her personal trainer, and she'd gotten the house and most of the furniture. She was living with him in that very house while I was starting fresh with almost nothing.
My food arrived moments after I sat back down in my booth. I sipped my coffee and ate toast soaked in runny egg yoke. My mind kept returning to the look that the curvy blonde had given me and each time I looked over at her and her companion he was looking at me. My mind began to wander and I created a plausible explanation for his glances while I finished my meal and pealed off a twenty.
Kylie dropped off my check and I left her the entire twenty before heading towards the door. I was a firm believer in over tipping when ever possible.
