Dark highway to Lyon. Early May, mid-week. No traffic, just soft rain pattering on the windshield. Business trip, suitcase rattling in the trunk. I’m 35, newly single—wife left two months ago. Divorce papers incoming. Horny as hell, mood coquine. Hand slips over my crotch while driving. Instant hard-on strains against pants.
Spot the sign: rest area, 1500 meters. Pull off slow. Empty lot, dim lamps glow. Park thirty meters from the toilets. Kill engine. Glance at the autoroute—no headlights. Unzip. Pants to thighs, briefs follow. Cock springs free, foreskin peels back. Skin on seat feels electric. Pump it slow, heart pounding.
The Stopover
Need more. Check again—alone. Step out. Cool mist kisses bare skin. Pants and briefs to ankles. Jerk hard, balls tight. Too fast—stop. Edge myself. Strip off sweater, keep polo. Kick off shoes, socks. Wet asphalt chills feet. Pants off completely, tossed inside. Naked now, polo barely covers ass. Cock throbs.
Walk to toilets. Polo rides up, dick swings. Bright light at entrance—visible from afar. Temptation wins. Yank off polo. Fully nude, shivering. Stroke furiously. Headlights! Car incoming. Panic. Dash inside, lock stall. Heart hammers. Put polo back on. Steps next door—someone pissing.
Flush echoes. Door creaks. Bolt out. Quick steps, polo flapping like a mini-skirt. Ass cheeks flash. Pass their car—figure inside, waiting. Slow down. Want them to see. Exhibitionist awakening? Wind hits, cock stiffens again.
The Transit
Key under front tire. Bend low—polo hikes, balls dangle. They saw. Climb in, glance over—no movement. Maybe sleeping. Fire up engine, peel out.
Recap floods back. Cock rages. Cruise control on, auto box. Belt digs, but ass lifts. Thighs spread. Right hand brutal on shaft. Balls slap seat. Groan loud. Cum erupts—car swerves, correct quick. Shaking, soaked. Polo ruined, no tissues. Wipe with soiled briefs. Grin.
Can’t stay messy. Next rest area, huge lot, busy. Veer to back path, isolate. Out naked—polo off first. Fresh air nips skin. Love it. Fetch clean clothes from trunk slow. Slip back in, savor nudity. Dress: fresh pants, shirt. Suitcase zipped.
Back on road. Shocked at my boldness. Transit thrill—gone tomorrow, no traces. That night etched forever.