He had traveled this interstate highway more times than he cared to remember. The same old scenery, the same dreary truck stops, the same busy roadside rest stops slid by with monotonous regularity. As a state auditor of small correspondent banks, he traveled the east coast states for nearly nine months out of every year. The money was great but the boredom was stupefying. Oh, there were occasional friendly head tellers who invited him into their parlors as hungry spiders might do. But those encounters were hardly worth remembering. He never met one in 9 years of travel that had really turned him on.
He pulled into a large, sprawling truck stop on Interstate 85. The food in the restaurant was predictable yet passable. As he walked along the cafeteria line, he noticed the couple ahead of him. The man went ahead. He drew attention by the fact that he insisted that his slice of beef have no sauce or gravy on it. He wanted no gravy on his mashed potatoes and was gruff and condescending to the ladies behind the line in demanding what he wanted. The woman following him was about 5feet 4 inches tall.. She had long blond hair down to her shoulders. It was streaked with darker colors. She wore a sweater and long skirt that reached almost to her ankles.
He paid is tab and moved to a table. By sheer chance he happened to sit across from the couple who had preceded him. He now could see the face of the woman. It was round, with large brown eyes. She was attractive in a sort of natural way. She wore almost no makeup. As he ate, he kept glancing at her. She began to glance at him as well. The more he looked, the more attracted he became. There was something about her expression, something in her eyes that began to captivate him. They continued to trade glances and eventually they began to smile at each other. The husband, totally unaware of what was going on, continued to eat his food, his face a few inches from his plate.
She began to calculate how old her flirtatious "friend" might be. Maybe about 60, she thought. A little paunch but the silver/grey hair and broad shoulders gave him a distinguished look. He figured she was about 40, maybe 150 pounds or slightly less. Nice figure showing through her sweater. He detested skinny women, preferring someone with some flesh on her bones, something he could grab onto, something he could tease and pleasure.
Soon the glances almost became an embarrassment to them both and they began to slack off. Suddenly she got up and headed for the restrooms. One had to go through the retail shop to get to the narrow hallway that led to the ladies' room. As she walked away, he stared at her butt, her easy gait and purposeful stride. He decided to follow her. He waited in the aisle with the CB radios, CDs and other equipment. As she came out of the restroom he surprised her by grabbing her hand and pulling her into the aisle. They were blocked from her husband's view by a row of leather jackets.
"Madame, can I sell you a CB radio? We have an excellent selection here." She smiled and giggled a little at his rash performance.
"Now why would I want a CB radio?" she replied with a smirk.
"As we roll down the highway, I could tell you how much I want to lavish your body with kisses."
He waited for the expected burst of righteous indignation that would surely follow such a remark to a married woman. It didn't happen. She stared intently into his eyes.
"Are you so horny that you accost total strangers in truck stops?"
"No, this is the first time I have been so taken with a woman whom I have never met. There is something about you that has stirred up my libido to the bursting point. I can't tell you exactly what it is but I can feel the heat running through my veins. I am not going to lie to you. I just want to bang the hell out of you right now."
She glanced over the coats to where her husband was sitting.
"That's not likely right now. You know I'm not alone so I guess you'll have to find some other way to vent your passion. But the thought is a good one. I'm having a few of my own right now."
He took both her hands in his and said, "About 120 miles down the Interstate is a rest stop. Tell him you have to make a ‘pit stop.' Go in the ladies room and take off your panties. Then go to the maintenance closet that is located between the two hallways leading to the ladies' room and the men's room. It will be unlocked. I'll be waiting for you"
He did not wait for an answer but walked away, back to his table. He threw a dollar for the busboy on the table and left. He marveled at the fact that the master key to the file room at his office also opened the door to nearly all the maintenance closets along this particular stretch of highway. He discovered this just through idle curiosity.
