2002
Nebraska
Bob and Cassy sipped at their coffees slowly, they had been on the road all morning and were very reluctant to get back to get back on the road.
"Bobby," Cassy asked. "Tell me again why we didn't just fly to see my folks, then to Vegas, then home."
Bob choked on his warm beverage as he struggled to come up with something to say.
"Uh..." He said shakily. "So we can see America..."
"Dirt, trees, and buildings!" She exclaimed tossing her hands up laughing.
Bob joined in the laughter thankful that his wife had given up on her verbal assault. The waitress shot them a librarian-like dirty look to shush them. They took a breath then giggled quietly.
The waitress kept her angry scowl on her face as she moved to take an order from the heavy set man behind them. Bob returned to his newspaper, Cassy placed on her head phones to practice her Spanish.
"Ugh!" Bob mumbled to himself as he read the front page. "Why are our pilots so stupid. I mean, why would we bomb our allies?"
Cassy showed no interest in his words, he then moved down to the next story. He didn't know how out of the loop with current events he was until he started reading!
"Tiger!" He exclaimed to another dirty look from the waitress. "Back to back Masters WOW!"
The waitress shushed him; red faced, Bob moved onto the crossword puzzle.
"Ah, Be, Ce..." She said very loudly.
"Uh miss." Said the waitress. "Miss!"
Cassy looked up, then spoke loudly. "YES!"
"Miss, can you keep the noise down?" She snapped.
"OH!" She yelled, then quietly, "sorry..."
"Thank-you dear." She said turning back to her burly customer.
"WHAT!?!?" Cassy shouted to the waitress.
"Never mind." The lady snapped back.
The customer the waitress was serving chuckled at the exchange, he was a heavy set man in a jean vest over a black Harley Davidson t-shirt. His arms were covered in tattoos, and his chin bore stable from several days growth. Both his hair and clothes were soiled and unkempt. His smell of body odour was apparent to Cassy who could see him over Bob's shoulder.
Guardrail was tired, he'd been on the road for thirty-six hours straight and still had a way to go. He had a gas tank full of Inca Powder that needed to be delivered soonest!
His ride was mostly uneventful, he'd stuck to secondary roads stopping only at proven locations. This greasy spoon being on of them. The cute girl with the funny laugh was a very nice distraction, if he didn't have a job to finish he'd have Marg lock the door, then pay a buck to her man for an hour with her.
Instead he'd content himself with his cup of Biker's Coffee with a little Irish added for flavour while he admired this pretty girl.
Bob and especially Cassy were unaware of Guardrail, his journey, or his dark thoughts. They like him were enjoying their final moments of quiet reflection before hitting the road.
Cassy had a flash of brilliance, the ride to Vegas didn't have to be boring, nor did they have to wait for the city of sin to start gambling!
Not wanting to be over heard by the rude old waitress, Cassy kicked Bob under the table.
"Huh?" Her husband said unamused, her Spanish lessons had gotten very annoying over the course of their trip.
Guardrail stared at the black haired woman admiring her red tips. Her tight blue dress showed a great deal of pale white skin, all while hinting at so much more.
He then turned his eyes to those red painted lips and was shocked by what he saw!
"Come to the washroom and fuck me from behind." Mouthed Cassy without making a sound.
"Yeah, very good..." Bob said before looking back down at his crossword puzzle.
Cassy wordlessly stood up, patted her husband on the hand then walked towards the restroom.
"Her Spanish is terrible!" Bob muttered to himself.
"Three men!" He said as he solved the next clue.
Guardrail waited the customary moment until the girl had left, then checked his breath before rising. It stank horribly, but it didn't matter, he wasn't going to kiss her.
Cassy entered the ladies room; and finding it empty she went to a stall to remove her underwear. She had given Bobby many handjobs talking about this very scenario. She'd enter a stall, then closing her eyes she hiked up her dress for when he'd come in from behind to fuck her fast and hard!
Bob's breathing would become shallow as she jerked him off describing the anonymous encounter. They didn't have a word to describe their relationship, swingers, open marriage, or voyeurs didn't quite capture it all. Imaginative was the word Cassy often used.
Outside the washroom Bob hoped he had enough time! He ran out to the car, then popped the hood. He assumed the foul smell he'd detected towards then end of breakfast meant that Cassy would be in the restroom for a while.
He made the necessary adjustment, then slammed it shut. Running back in he dropped a quarter into the telephone.
Guardrail dropped a dollar on the empty table next to the newspaper for the man, he then nodded to Marg. She acknowledged him as he entered the ladies room. It smelt clean with the hint of perfume. His boots taped softly on the floor tiles.
He could see the smooth white legs under the stall, the calves were facing away from him. He reached forward to push the bathroom stall open.
Outside the restroom, Marg put up the 'CLOSED' sign then picked up the coffee pot for refills.
Cassy was shivering with excitement! She and Bob have been playing the flirting with strangers game for some time. In the past she'd flirt with a man then return to Bob. A few months ago she had her first actual sexual encounter and was now hooked.
Today however instead of playing with a stranger, she was going to have Bob to sub in. He'd done it before, often he'd spice it up with an accent, or different clothes. Once he'd worn a mask and another time he wore a Halloween costume! That time it really surprised her! She thought she'd crossed the line and cheated, but when she awoke to see him next to her she was very relieved!
She could hear the foot steps, they felt heavier than Bob's. Cassy giggled then squeeze her eyes much tighter! The excitement continued to build inside her.
Cassy could smell the bad BO from earlier, she showered with Bobby that morning, but assumed that he got stinky from the drive. He was often an overly stressed man, today being no different. He'd been acting weird ever since they set off to visit her parents.
The door to her stall creaked as it opened slowly; Cassy's pussy throbbed in anticipation. Her nipples were so hard they hurt! She wanted Bobby so bad.
Outside the bathroom Bob spoke softly into the phone.
"Hello?" He said.
"Yeah," Said the African-American voice on the other end. "What you want."
"We will be there soon." Bob said. "I did what you suggested under the hood."
"Good for you." Said the man. "See you soon."
Bob could hear other voices in the background before the phone hung up. His excitement was overwhelming, so much so he closed his eyes to re-centre himself. He knew this was going to be a momentous day.
Guardrail knew that speed paired with aggression was the way to go, just like during his many attempted arrests, if he didn't escape before the first cuff he was on, he was done for. He spat into his fingers to which he applied to his penis head.
Cassy could hear Bob's fake breathing, this was by far his worst imitation yet! The time he pretended to be an African-American, she was absolutely convinced in the dark, it was only morning that revealed the truth.
When she felt his penis, it seemed different! The head of his one eyed monster parted her pussy lips, then slowly entered her as he pushed then pulled it went deeper, then deeper.
She could swear that his cock was... different. It felt as if he had... foreskin! His penis slid in and out with the easy that a man with that unfortunate flap of flesh would.
Bob's penis also felt smaller, Cassy was certain that there was a whole inch was missing! What was more odd was that it felt thicker!
