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Adam

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 15 Feb 2001 1 comments
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I have never been one to hang around rest areas and parks looking for male companionship. However, a few years back I lived in a town that had a nice rest area along side a river bank. The upper level was used as a boat launch and conviences for the traveler. The lower level was a large turn around area frequented by gay and bi-men. Access to the lower level was from the upper, joined by a small gravel road. Once you saw an official looking car starting down that little road, you had plenty of time to zip up before trouble arrived. It also seemed like the cops just kinda ignored what was going on down there as long as there was no trouble. I worked the midnight shift in another town and drove past the rest area every morning on my way home. Every day, parked in the same spot in the lower area, was a green van. It was always there, rain or shine. It became obvious to me what he was interested in and I started feeling horny. It was 8:00 a.m. when I got home. It was mid-July and already hotter than hell. I started thinking what I could do to the guy to attract his attention, and then let my imagination run wild. I dug out an old pair of jean cut-off shorts, fairly baggy in the waist. I put them on and grabbed the scissors. As if they weren't already short enough, I proceeded to shorten them more so that when the shorts were worn normal waist high, the fabric barely covered my balls. The waist was loose enough that I could slide them down enough so they resembled shorts of a normal length. I should have mentioned earlier that I have always enjoyed wearing ladies undergarments under my street clothes. I dug out a red lace thong, size 5, and put it on. Next, I put on the matching bra, 36C, and used some of that pillow fill material to stuff in the cups to give me little boobies. The last article of clothing was a short sleeved sport shirt, button down the front. Also, as I left my house, I grabbed some cleaning supplies and dust rags. Boy, did I have a plan and only hoped that I didn't chicken out. I pulled up next to his van. We were separated by about 20 yards. We were the only two vehicles in the rest area. He was in his van reading something but looked up at me and smiled when I parked my truck. I proceeded to start wiping down my dashboard like minding my own business. Then, it came time to do the inside door panels. This required opening the door and sitting sideways in the seat, facing him. As I ran the rag over the door panels, I made certain that my legs were wide open. The crotch in these shorts was so brief he could probably almost see the red lace front panel on the thong. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed I had all his attention. He did not take his eyes off of me. I figured this was a good time to make the move. I stopped cleaning, looked up at him and commented on hot it was. His reply was that "it was almost too hot for clothes." That comment opened the door for me. I then looked around the rest area and said to him "as deserted as the area is, I think I could do this fully naked and never get caught." With a very big smile, the stranger replied, "hell, go ahead-I will keep lookout for you." My heart was pumping fast. I sat down the cleaning supplies and started to unbutton the sport shirt. When all unbuttoned, I took it off exposing to him my red lace bra and fake little boobies. As I started to lay back on the seat, he shouted, "you go, girl." Now on my back, I unfastened my cut-offs and stripped them off. My semi-hard cock was about to bust out from underneath the skimpy thong. Nonetheless, I spread my legs as wide as possible for him and started to rub my dick through the fabric. He got out of his van and cautiously approached my truck. He looked around a bit then stepped into the truck doorway. I was still lying in the seat, still spread. He locked his fingers inside the waistband of my panties and pulled them down to mid thigh. He mumbled something like "can't wait to taste you, you foxy little bitch." Taste me, he did. He leaned in and swallowed almost my whole cock into his mouth. God, it was warm. With his right hand, he gently stroked and tickled my bag. He increased his up / down motions on my dick and moaned while sucking me. I was squirming on the seat as I felt my cum start to boil. I held off as long as I could, then raised my butt off the seat a little, when fully stiff, and unloaded at least six full volleys of jizz in his mouth. He swallowed every drop and drained my nuts dry. I was wiped out from the orgasm. However, he unsnapped his jeans and pulled them down a bit. Out came one huge piece of meat, about 8" long and 2" around, stiff as a board. He stepped in close to my crotch and started jacking off at a hammering pace. I could tell his big blow was coming real soon. Then it happened-he unloaded what seemed like about a gallon of hot cum all over my spread wide open cock and balls. Some overshot and landed on my tummy. With one hand, I rubbed it into my stomach. With his free hand, he rubbed his cum into my cock and balls. Thus, that was the beginning of a good summer. I found out his name was Adam. Also found out he was a tremendous lover. And, by the way, I still own that same panty and bra set. What a pleasant memory