Christmas Day - Part 2 - Sex Stories

Christmas Day - Part 2

Never having been in a truck stop, I had no clue where the showers were. I had to ask the cashier in the restaurant where I should go. She directed me to the Fuel Desk. I am a fairly intelligent woman but, I was in a different world and I felt silly. I had to ask what that was. She was kind, took pity on me, and walked me to the other side of the building to the proper location.

I stood in line with about a half dozen drivers (all men) waiting my turn. As I was standing there, I could feel Andrew’s cum trickling down my leg. I thought, how embarrassing if I leave a trail. Fortunately, I didn’t. Most online were paying for fuel. I overheard one driver request a towel for a shower.

Here I am standing with all these professional road warriors and I am in a powder blue sundress wanting to clean the sex off of my body. You could see I had no bra on. I could feel the stares as I stepped up and requested a shower. The store manager came over to inform me that the showers were for drivers and not working girls. He asked me to leave the property. This was the second time in thirty minutes I was mistaken for a prostitute.

Politely, I explained that I was traveling and desperately needed to freshen up. He didn’t have to know that I just had a ménage à trois in the parking lot. I handed him my business card and my American Express Black Card. He apologized and personally walked me to a private shower and handed me a towel and a bar of soap. I was pleasantly surprised at how ...

... clean and spacious the shower was. The hot water running down my body felt fabulous as I scrubbed myself clean.

My body was free of the afternoon's slime; I was ready to continue my journey to Daytona Beach. I felt great. Heads turned as I strolled past the fuel desk. I caught a glimpse of Brian. He was paying for the fuel he pumped earlier while his brother Andrew was pumping me in the sleeper berth. He smiled and winked. I blew him a kiss and kept going, not saying a word. On to new adventures.

I fired up my F-350 (The Beast) and pulled onto I-4 heading east. It was a short drive and the sun was just starting to set as I crossed over the bridge into Daytona Beach. This was an unplanned trip so I had no hotel reservations. I was taking a chance on Christmas Day and I was hoping I wouldn’t get shut out. The first two hotels I stopped at were booked solid. Even though I am a Gold Card member at both chains, there was nothing available. I didn’t want to sleep across the front seat of my pickup truck, nor did I want to drive home.

As I was driving up and down A1A, the main road through the beach area, I passed a dozen beachfront motels with NO VACANCY signs brightly lit. I was ready to give up. Finally, a motel with a vacancy. I am certain it was Daytona Beach’s finest one-star accommodation. This was very different from the type of place I usually stay. I parked and went to the entrance. The door was locked with a sign stating to use the window to the left. I stepped up to ...