Traffic Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

Traffic Ch. 02

ATraffic -- Natalie & Jim story

by EmilyMiller &Djmac1031

Traffic was at a crawl on the interstate. Large orange signs indicating a lane closure somewhere ahead had cars jockeying for position from the usual three lanes to one.

Jim and Natalie were at least several miles behind that, stuck in the bumper to bumper jam.

Natalie sat in the passenger seat, feet up, knees to her chest, arms around her calves, hugging herself tight.

She was tired, frustrated and embarrassed. She was also completely naked.

"I can't believe this," she grumbled. "This is the most humiliating thing that's ever happened to me."

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There'd been a mishap at the rest stop several miles back. They'd stopped to gas up and both had gotten out of the car to stretch their legs.

They'd just finished topping off their tank when the car opposite theirs pulled away. Unfortunately, the oblivious moron had forgotten the nozzle was still in the tank inlet. The hose had broken free, fuel spraying everywhere, splattering all over Natalie's light floral summer dress. Jim had caught some of it too, mostly on his shirt.

Horrified, Nat had made a mad dash to the ladies room, immediately stripping off the dress before it soaked through to her skin. Using some wet paper towels, she'd managed to wipe herself clean. But there was no way she could put that dress back on. It reeked of fumes.

The problem, of course, was that she had nothing to replace it in the car. And, as was her habit on ...

... these beautiful, sunny summer days, she'd worn no bra nor panties beneath it.

She did at least have her cell phone with her and texted Jim."Can u go in the shop? See if they have shirts or something?"

Jim texted back quickly."Already checked. No clothing."

Nat:"No towels? A blanket? Anything???"

Jim:"Nada."

"Fuck," Natalie swore."Can u at least pull the car around to the ladies room door? Bring me something?"

Jim:"Paying 4 the gas. Be right there."

Natalie paced the restroom nervously. It wasn't a single, so there was no lock; someone else could enter at any moment.

She heard the car horn beep at the same moment her phone chirped.

Jim:"Out front. Right by the door. No one here. Come out now."

Taking a deep breath, Natalie peeked out the door. Jim sat in the car, waving frantically at her. "Hurry up!"

Natalie dashed out, running the short distance. Her hand found the passenger door handle and yanked.

It wouldn't open.

"Unlock the fucking door, asshole!"

"Oops."

In the interminable amount of time it took for Jim to find the power button, Nat nervously glanced around, only to meet the eyes of the store clerk, gawking at her through the plate glass window of the shop, his eyes wide, jaw slack. Her back was to him, so all he could really see was her ass. Still, she was mortified.

Then the lock clicked. Nat threw the door open and practically dived inside. "Drive!"

Jim pulled away, as Natalie adjusted herself in the seat and tried ...