Desert Heat - Sex Stories

Desert Heat

Michelle was cruising down the highway with the top down on her car, singing at the top of her lungs to the feminist tone of the Beyonce hit song, Single Ladies. It was a song that she had recently adopted as her anthem after she left her boyfriend of three years. It was liberating to walk away from someone after years of on and off again chances, ultimately deciding not to waste anymore time on the relationship going nowhere. Since the break up Michelle resolved to take advantage of her single lady status. Her first adventure was a cross country trip from Chicago to Los Angeles. While in LA, Michelle planned on kickstarting her acting career that she had pushed on the back burner while with her ex in Chicago. After driving for over 26 hours, with several overnight rest stops, Michelle welcomed the sight of the mile markers designating that she had a little over 300 miles to go before she arrived in LA. The nearness of her dreams made her more excited, as she drove passed a road sign welcoming her to the small desert town of Indian Springs, Nevada; population 1,378. With the sun high in the sky, the road ahead of her was a long grey stretch with a faded, cracked yellow line down the middle. The noontime heat was rising off the hot dry pavement without mercy. She wore her large black shades with “diva” blinged out on the sides, while her naturally curly tresses flew in the staggering warm breeze. The grey tank top she had changed into earlier in the day before leaving the ...

... Budget Inn motel was now drenched down the back where she connected with the back of the leather seat and her thighs sat in a wet sticky mess in the seat. She knew that she would be driving through the desert but she had no idea it would be like this. The thermometer in her car read a sweltering 101 degrees. She reached for the water bottle she kept in the cup holder only to realize it was empty. She had already drank the extra water she had packed in the mini cooler in her back seat. So, n ot only was she sweaty and thirsty, she needed to relieve her bladder. Michelle pulled over to the isolated gas station and convenience store. Pulling herself out from the sticky leather of her car, she headed to the store. As she pulled open the dusty glass paned door, a small bell chimed announcing her presence. The air in the convenience store was slightly cooler and a welcomed reprieve from the desert heat outside. Michelle pushed her shades to sit on top of her disheveled curls and smiled at the attendant behind the counter. “Hi, which way to the ladies' room?” she inquired. The young man smiled back, “Down the auto repair aisle, after the motor oil display." "Thank you," she said as she followed his directions. Nathan sat up straighter in his chair, leaning over the counter to watch as the girl walked down the aisle. He whistled to himself, admiring the view. When she disappeared behind the motor oil display, Nathan looked out the window. a white Chevrolet Corvette sat parked outside ...