Rest stops aren’t usually the places I go to get laid, but then again, if the opportunity presents itself, why not take advantage?

I’d been driving for hours, and after some time pulled into one. I made my way to the men’s room, only to find it closed. Since I was the only person around, I entered the women’s restroom and did my duty. My cock, all its seven and a half inches, burst with relief as I stood in the stall relieving myself. I was so relaxed that I didn’t hear the door open. Forgetting where I was, I wiggled the dew from my cock and turned around before zipping up.

Standing in front of me was a blonde bombshell with a body that spelled trouble. She eyed me up and down. I gave her the same treatment right back. She wore a sheer white blouse unbuttoned enough to reveal her luscious cleavage, a short black skirt, no stockings, and black high heels.

I suddenly remembered where I was and was about to shove my cock back in my pants when she grabbed me by the wrist.

“What’s your hurry?” she asked.

I stood there, frozen, with my cock in hand. Having a mind of its own, it too was now frozen in an upright position, ready for takeoff. She lowered her hand to my balls and cupped them gently while with her other hand she grasped my cock and pulled me close.

“Who are you?” I asked.

She smiled and said, “They call me J.”

The first thing I thought was, Like BJ?, but I dared not ask a silly question when this J had hold of my nuts, not to mention my cock. She looked back down at my cock and began to stroke it. At the same time she massaged my balls, and for the second time, I forgot that I was standing in a women’s bathroom at a rest stop in the middle of Oregon. My breathing became thicker.

“Don’t you think you should — ” I began, but she interrupted with “ — lock the door?” She looked me square in the eyes and said, “Don’t worry about it.”

J took off her blouse, skirt, and panties, and tossed them on the sink. She took off her lacy black bra, and her tits were perfect. They were big and round and her nipples were the size of half-dollars. She told me to take off my pants, which I quickly did. We both stood there naked. Her pussy bore only a patch of hair. Her pink pussy lips sparkled with the wetness that came with sexual excitement.

Without saying a word, she went down on me, licking my cock, running her lips up and down the shaft as she reached between my legs and fondled my ass. I ran my hands through her blonde hair and watched her in the mirror above the sink. After a lick or two and a nibble here and there, she took me deep into her warm mouth and bobbed her head up and down. It was as though she was hungry and hadn’t had cock in a long time, at least not from a young buck like myself. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as she sucked my cock. I felt it swell as I was about to come. At that moment, she stopped and stood up. She turned and leaned over the sink. She glanced at me in the mirror and told me to fuck her. Already feeling this was my lucky day, I eagerly complied.

As I began to fuck her, I grabbed hold of her ass. I became more excited as I watched her face in the mirror, her expression passing through various modes of pleasure. Her mouth was open as she stared back at me. I began to sweat profusely as I pounded her harder against the sink. Her pussy gripped tighter around my thrusting cock. Once again I felt like I was about to blow my load when she pushed me away and dropped to the floor. She looked up at me and bit her lower lip.

“Now,” she yelled, “give it to me — all over my tits!”

That was it! I released a load of come that would’ve knocked over an elephant. She locked her mouth around my cock and sucked out what was left. Suddenly I felt relaxed, dizzy, drained. She squeezed her tits together, massaging my come into her skin. She licked off any remaining come from her fingers, as well as from my now limp cock.

A short while later we got dressed. I watched her slide her panties back over her ass. She slipped her skirt back on and strapped her black bra back over her big milky tits with their half-dollar nipples. I stood there watching her primp in the mirror, not believing what had just happened. After she wiped her lips with a piece of tissue, she turned around, cupped my face in her hand, and gave me a gentle kiss on the cheek.

“Thanks for the ride,” she said as she walked toward the door.

I wanted to say something, but I couldn’t think straight. She opened the door, and before she walked out, she looked at me one last time. I gathered my thoughts and muttered, “Can I see you again?”

In her sultry voice she said, “Oh, no, I couldn’t do that!”

“Why not?” I asked.

She winked and said, “Because if my husband found out, he’d kill me.”

She walked out and the door closed slowly behind her.