I was driving my rig through the mountains of North Carolina and carefully negotiating the curves on a dangerous stretch of road. Out of nowhere a little red sports car zipped around me on a blind corner. God, was I pissed at such a dangerous stunt, and it took me a good ten minutes to calm down.
About five miles up the road there was a turn out and scenic overlook parking, so I decided to take a break. What should I see there but the little red sports car! I was still mad. There, just getting back into that car were a man and woman about fifty years old. He was balding and pudgy and short. She was refined looking, tan and slim with gray hair pulled back tightly and sunglasses, a rather handsome woman.
But I was steamed. I stormed over to them just as they closed the car doors. I slammed my fist down on the hood of their car and yelled out, "Hey, was that you that passed me back there?"
"What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"Crap like that can get us all killed!"
The husband was wide-eyed and looked worried as he locked his door. The wife looked cool and collected and not really bothered by my yelling.
"Goddamnit! If you do that again, I'll..., I'll...." I hadn't planned what to say and I was searching for the right threat, and it just popped out, "I'll fuck your wife!" He rolled up his windows and looked plenty scared as he sped out of the parking lot.
I was still shaking standing there and not believing what I had threatened. But it felt good. It was exactly how I felt. I was so mad that the only punishment for a driver like that was to screw his wife while I made him watch. Over the years I'd met several married couples for a screwing session, and I always enjoyed having a husband offer his wife for my - and her - pleasure while he watched us. So my threat came naturally.
I rested a few minutes and began my uphill climb over the next stretch of hilly road. Driving along in low gear I had plenty of time to think about that red car and this guy's wife. She was really good looking in that city way. Thin, even a bit drawn looking, never breaking into a smile or a frown, just a steady gaze of unconcern. Rich I'm sure. Well cared for. What I wouldn't do to get my hands on a bitch like that!
Then it happened. Out of the blue a car came zipping around me, again on a dangerous curve, and again it was that same red car. Shit! I screamed and banged on the steering wheel and hit my horn over and over. But they were gone and out of sight in seconds. Fuck! Not only was I scared again by their recklessness, but now I was out for revenge!
My mind raced, but my truck lumbered like a turtle. They were long gone and I was hopelessly never going to find that guy again. In the heat of my anger, and remembering my threat to that guy and how his wife looked, I noticed that my cock was a full length down my pant leg and was leaving a dripping trail of juicy cum.
I indulged a fantasy about this couple as I finished off a long run and finally came through the high country down into a town for the night. There were several motels to choose from, and I picked one with a big turnaround space for my trailer. As I was situating the rig, I looked over and there was the little red sports car! I couldn't believe it!
I walked over to the car and around it. The plates were the same, best as I could remember. Damn, what luck! I figured that they must have pulled off the road at some point after I yelled at them and when they got back on they came up behind me again. But why in God's name would they be staying here? Why weren't they safely a hundred miles beyond somewhere far from my range? Oh well, whatever reason brought them and me to this same place just made me feel that my threat was going to become reality in a few hours, and that husband's worst nightmare was about to happen.
When I checked in I asked the clerk to put me next to the couple who drove the red car. She assumed we were friends, I guess, and she gave me the key to room 17 and told me that my friends were in number 16. I walked down the walk to the outside door to my room and looked at their window as I passed. The curtains were drawn, and I noticed that the little red car was gone.
Damn. Maybe they just went out for dinner. I ordered pizza, showered and relaxed. As I lay naked on the bed, I flipped my cock back and forth and talked to it. "Say, old friend, how would you like to get into some new pussy tonight?" My dick swelled up a little and a little bubble of cum formed at its tip. It's not the world's biggest cock, but I can get it up to a very iron hard eleven inches and thicker than I can grasp around. I'm not circumcised, and lots of ladies and couples enjoy watching the tip of my dick poke out from the extended pucker of foreskin. It starts to crown through that foreskin about nine inches when it's still rubbery and bouncy.
I was building up a good head of steam, and I could feel the flow of cum backing up as I teased myself repeatedly. Just then the door at number 16 opened and closed. My room had an adjoining door to theirs, and I could overhear them talking. They said something about no towels in the bathroom. Immediately I picked up the phone and rang their room. "This is the office calling," I said. "Housekeeping did not finish your room today."
"Do you need anything? Towels?" The husband had answered the phone, and he said, "Yes, we do. We just noticed that there were no towels. And we forgot to bring shampoo, do you have any?"
"Why, yes indeed," I answered. "Someone will be at your door in about ten minutes."
Ah ha! These people were in for the surprise of their lives, and I was in for the daily fuck I always liked to get. Of course, I was a little worried that maybe this guy carried a gun or someone would scream or something would go wrong. But I figured those angles and judged that this guy was the type to comply with a man a foot taller and twenty years younger and definitely much more in shape.
I dressed went to the office to ask for towels. It was the least I could do, since I figured that after I was through with them they would both need to clean up.
As I walked up to their door I took one more glance at the little red car. My blood pressure went up and the vein on my neck bulged as I knocked on the door of room 16.
I turned my back to the peephole in case they might recognize me. I heard the lock slide and the handle turn. As the door opened I put my weight against the door and secured it open with my foot.
The husband's face turned ashen as I stepped into their room. "Here's your damn towels!" I announced. "Remember me?"