Truck Strop - A short story
Alli opened the door to the truck stop bathroom. She didn't need to use it but she wanted a break from her boyfriend; three hours in the car was too much. She just needed a few minutes to herself.
The air in the bathroom was a sweaty musk that made Alli wrinkle her nose when she stepped inside. Looking around the room, she smirked at the vulgar graffiti on the walls. These trucker guys did have an imagination.
She lowered the seat on the toilet, sat down, and sighed. This whole vacation was starting to seem like a mistake, she thought. She looked down at the floor and realized that sandals and a sundress were a mistake too. The vent above her kicked on suddenly and startled her.
The air in the room seemed to thicken as the vent breathed out. Alli's mind became a fog. She wondered how long she'd been sitting there. Her lips began to tingle, and she touched them with her fingertips. They seemed puffier somehow. It felt good.
Then she noticed a hole in the wall to her left. That was odd. She bent down to look through it and gasped when she saw a figure move on the other side. Was someone watching her? The light seemed to dim as she looked around the room.
She should go, she thought, but she didn't want to. Her lips were getting puffier and now she felt the tingling between her thighs too. She instinctively put her hair into a ponytail. She didn't know why, but it felt right. She also didn't know why her mouth suddenly felt very empty. She didn't like it.
There was a scuffle of boots on the floor from behind the wall. Alli peeked again and saw a shadow. Her mind went blank as she heard a belt buckle unfasted, and then a zipper.
And then, a thick, hard, veiny cock appeared through the hole. Alli's eyes glazed over. The tingling in her lips was a buzzing static now. She needed something in her mouth. She slowly pulled up her dress so she could get on her knees. Then, very slowly, she leaned towards the hole and pressed her puffy lips against the girthy shaft of the cock.