Brianne Rides Again Chapter 1

After the last excursion at the rest stop I had to check it out again. I couldn't believe the fucking I got the last time. All the next day I couldn't even walk right because of the ass pounding I took. Days past and I kept wondering what kinda luck I would have if I went again. I was getting so excited thinking about it and I couldn't wait to go again.

A few weeks went by and I found my chance to do it. I put on a skin tight leopard print top that really showed off my breasts. I slipped into a black garter and pantyhose and slid a matching black thong between my firm ass. I found the perfect, loosely fitting black skirt that swayed just above my knees as I walked. After I finished putting my black knee high, "hooker boots" as I call them, I looked into the mirror. I saw a whore staring back at me with her ruby red lips, dark mascara caked eyes, and blue eye shadow. I grabbed my purse and walked out the door.

As I drove down the rode I couldn't wait to get there, but I was careful not to speed. I really didn't want to get pulled over like this, but even that seemed strangely arousing too. I could see the signs for the rest area, I was close, only a mile away. My stomach was in knots now as I approached the exit. Part of me was scared, but the other part was so excited ready to service an awaiting guy at the rest area.

I pulled in and saw a countless amount of semi's parked along the side. It was almost 3 in the morning at this point so I figured most of the truckers to be sleeping. I pulled to the front most part of the rest area and parked my car. I was kinda nervous getting out with all the possible truckers that could be watching me walk by them from there windows. I couldn't see anyone standing around but as I walked by 2 or 3 trucks one of the truck's air blow off triggered as I walked by, which kinda startled me, then I heard his door unlock. I wasn't sure if I should climb up there or not, I mean what if he really wasn't trying to flag me down.