Whenever I hear anyone talking about holiday travel, my mind invariably goes back to my college days when I drove home for Thanksgiving after a particularly crappy semester. My girlfriend had dumped me over the summer, so I was hornier than ever going into junior year, and it was terrible timing because my coursework demanded so much focus. With so much repressed sexual energy and my attention divided, it was no surprise I’d forgotten about some routine vehicle maintenance and found myself in a bit of a jam somewhere between Chicago and Indiana.

As the check engine light flashed and my car started making weird noises, I figured I’d better get off the interstate and find a gas station. As luck would have it, miles ago I’d passed a large travel plaza, but somehow after taking a left off the next exit, I discovered a mom-and-pop shop in the middle of nowhere. It looked like something out of a retro movie set, where you could get gas, have your oil checked and snag some good old country cooking while you waited. But in my case, I ended up with something else hot and fresh.

With my car in the hands of some friendly mechanics, I ventured over to the diner that adjoined the service station. No customers were inside, but the lights were on.

“Hello?” I called out.

“Be right there,” a female voice answered from somewhere in the back.

I sat at the counter and reached for a menu. My mind was filled with thoughts of cheese fries when a set of pale pink fingernails tapped on the counter.

“Hey there. Sorry about that,” the woman said.

I looked up into the face of a centerfold — no joke. My mind went completely blank when we made eye contact.

The blonde before me was obviously older than the girls back on campus, but let me be clear. She did not appear old; it was more like she’d attained some kind of perfection most gals don’t get in their 20s. She had beautiful blue eyes and golden locks that fell in loose curls around her shoulders. She wore a formfitting waitress uniform that buttoned down the front. And believe me when I say those buttons were making a Herculean effort because she was sporting D-cups at the very least.

I was dumbstruck.

“Hello? Are you all right?” she asked with amusement as she sized me up. It was almost as if she was aware of the effect her substantial charms had on my much younger and sexually frustrated self.

“I — I’m so sorry,” I stammered, completely failing to play it cool.

“That’s OK, sugar.”

“Sorry, it’s been a terrible day so far. Um, my car’s over there,” I said, pointing to the garage.

“Well, don’t stress. Those guys are great. You’ll make it home,” she assured me, obviously recognizing I was from out of town. “What can I get you?”

At that point, I noticed the name badge pinned above her right boob.

“Well, Darla, how about a burger and fries.”

“Sure thing. Anything else?”

I shrugged and added, “Anything you’d recommend?”

“By the looks of things, you need a massage or something to take the edge off.”

I laughed and told her, “You aren’t wrong.”

“How long will your car be in the shop?”

“They said around three hours.”

“Oh, so you have time to kill.” Darla paused before adding, “Let’s get you fed.”

“My name’s Dan,” I offered, feeling my face flush.

“Nice to meet you, Dan. You definitely came to the right place.” She gave me a little wink before disappearing into the back, and speaking of backs, the way Darla’s dress hugged the contours of her ass was enough to make my dick stand at attention.

A little while later, Darla reappeared with my food and said, “Hope you don’t mind if I sit out here with you. It’s been dead quiet today, and I do get so bored.”

“I’d like that. Sit down. Hang out.”

I tried once more to play it cool, but deep down, I know my voice reflected my puppy dog eagerness.

While I ate, I relaxed somewhat. We ended up having a long, rambling and very flirty conversation. During our chat, Darla even told me she had a daughter who was my age, who was attending college overseas and wouldn’t be back for the holidays.

Man, this MILF was a total stunner. In retrospect, I think my younger self liked how she made me feel so desirable at a time when my confidence with women was at an all-time low.

“Feeling better?” she eventually asked, gesturing to my empty plate.

“Definitely an improvement.”

“Any chance I can interest you in some dessert?” she added, with just enough mischief in her eyes.

“What would you recommend?”

She flashed a wolfish smile, tugged on the collar of my flannel shirt and said, “Let me show you what I have. I just need to lock up first.”

“Hell yeah,” I answered.

“Good. I love a man with a healthy appetite.”

I felt confidence blossoming in my chest and excitement swelling down below. I boldly pulled her in for a kiss that felt nothing short of electric. Her full lips were luxurious to suck on, and she felt like pure decadence in my embrace.

Darla pulled away and hung a “be right back” sign on the front door before flicking the lock. Then she led me up the narrow staircase just off the kitchen and into a small apartment on the second floor. But I’ll admit I didn’t really take in the scenery because I was too preoccupied with trying to take off her uniform.

“All these damn buttons,” I muttered as I fumbled with the ones at her bodacious bust.

“Good things come to those who wait,” she teased.

But Darla didn’t let me finish and took control of the situation. She pushed me down on the bed and straddled my thighs. Her hands ventured down my torso and stopped at my belt buckle.

“You know, Dan, I felt you undressing me with your eyes the minute you walked in.”

“You got me,” I said with a grin. “You’re absolutely gorgeous.”

Stroking the bulge hidden beneath my denim, she asked, “But could you tell how much I wanted you, too?”

“I had no idea,” I confessed.

Darla unzipped my pants, reached into my boxers and grabbed my throbbing erection.

“Nice,” she cooed. “It’s my lucky day.”

Once she stripped off my sneakers, jeans and boxers, her mouth latched onto my dick. I held her blonde hair back while she swallowed my shaft.

While Darla had me in her mouth, she opened the front of her dress and the sight of her boobs spilling out of her lacy bra fueled my arousal.

She pulled back to ask, “Want to feel your cock between these tits?”

I groaned and nodded. She shrugged off her dress and ripped off her bra, and I groaned again.

To my credit, I managed not to explode immediately when she captured my cock between her jugs. I’d never really done titty-fucking before, but as she tugged and sucked on my meat, I became instantly addicted.

Darla worked me really good. Her experience meant she knew how to keep me right on the edge, so the pleasure would last. It was all so different from the rushed drunken hookups I’d had with girls my own age.

Finally, she announced, “I think you’re ready for me now.”

Darla spread herself out on the bed, and I climbed on top of her. I kissed my way down her neck to her tremendous breasts. I could have spent all day sucking her tits, but I really wanted to please her. So I kept kissing lower and lower until I reached her panties. I reverentially slid off her undies to reveal her blonde muff. I dove into her pussy tongue-first and went right for her clit. I teased her entrance with my fingers, hoping my limited repertoire of tricks would be enough — and it was.

Darla moaned and wiggled against my face as she implored, “Don’t stop, Dan.”

With that encouragement, I jammed my fingers into her juicy box. I began rhythmically thrusting them inside her, while continuing to tongue her clit. In no time, Darla was sinking her manicured nails into the sheets and gushing pussy juice into my mouth.

“Let’s fuck,” she said.

Darla climbed on top of me again and slipped my dick into her cunt. As she impaled her pussy on my rod, I enjoyed the sight of her bouncing tits. She was a wet dream come to life.

We fucked with wild abandon. She rode me like no girl my age had ever done. I’d never felt so turned on.

Darla was truly insatiable. As she fucked me, she stroked her clit, clenched her pussy muscles tight and encouraged me to pinch her nipples. Just as I thought we were both getting close to climaxing, she had us switch positions, so I could take her from behind. In fact, for the next hour, Darla made me take her in just about every position imaginable — and I have a pretty good imagination.

Finally, when I was about to blow, she demanded I shoot my load all over her huge tits. I obeyed, covering her cans with my cream. It was awesome.

I learned an important lesson from Darla that day. The road less traveled might throw you an unexpected curve that leads to a happy ending!