A while ago my husband spent a week away at a conference. So that I would not be left without a car for that week, we decided that I would drop him off on the Sunday night and pick him back up the following Friday.

I’d missed him so much during the week and thought I’d surprise him by turning up dressed in his favourite outfit, a short, black leather mini skirt, low cut, tight top and knee length boots.

On the way up the M1 I decided to stop at a service station for a short break. I bought myself a coffee and went to find a table. Being a Friday, the place was packed out so I had to make do with sharing a table with a guy on his own. I could feel him watching me as I walked over to his table and the look of surprise on his face when I sat opposite him was so obvious.

I opened my ciggys and fumbled around for my lighter, soon realising that I’d left it in the car. "I don’t suppose you’ve got a light, love?" I asked him. He did. I leaned over the table, pointing the ciggy into the flame and lit it. As I did I was aware that he had a perfect view of my generous cleavage and also that he hadn’t taken his bloody eyes off it! Appreciating his attention, I leaned back, thanked him, took a long drag and slowly crossed my legs. My short skirt rode slightly up my thighs giving him yet another view of my scantily clad body! The expression on the poor sod’s face was a peach! I was beginning to enjoy the effect I was having on him, and to tell you the truth, it was making me feel horny!

After some superficial chat I decided to get on my way, said good-bye and headed across the room to the toilets. His eyes never left me! When I came back out he was standing there, waiting. "Come with me darling!" he whispered. For no explicable reason I followed him. We turned a corner and headed for the check in desk at the adjoining Motel! "A double room please" He handed over 40 quid, took the key and lead me by the hand to "our" room! As I walked down the corridor I felt nothing more than a cheap whore, but there again, I felt as excited as hell!

No sooner had the door shut behind us, when he leaned me against it and started to kiss me. Our tongues were intertwined, darting desperately in and out of each other’s mouths. Our hands were all over one another’s body, exploring and touching unfamiliar territory. He lifted my top off and unclipped my bra and went to work on my large tits, his large hands massaging them, his fingers squeezing my hard nipples. "Are you going to fuck me?" I panted. As he began to unzip his trousers, he said "Yes, you’re gagging for it, aren’t you?" I reached down to his cock, wrapped my fingers around his shaft and told him Yes!

His hand slipped up the inside of my thigh and pulled the gusset of my pants to one side. I parted my legs slightly, leaned back against the Motel bedroom door and felt him guide his cock into my wet hole. He started to fuck me. Slowly at first, easing it gently in and out of my snatch, listening to me groan with pleasure each time he pushed back into me. I was loving it! "Fuck me faster!" I begged, and he did, thrusting deeper, harder and more desperately into me. I could feel myself cumming and I knew I should tell him to take it out, but I was too far gone! "Fill me baby. Cum inside me!" I begged him. That was all too much for him! He thrust hard into me with one last powerful surge, emptying his sac into my unprotected hole! I held him inside me, squeezing every last drop of his spunk into me. What a fuck!

As he tidied himself up and took out his wallet. "I don’t know what you normally charge your punters darling, but here’s 75 quid. You’re better than the usual whores around here!" He dropped it onto the bed and disappeared, leaving me totally speechless!

I could feel the warm trickle of his cum running down the inside of my thighs as I picked up my fee. And as I did, my mobile phone rang. My husband was asking how long I’d be! I was still panting. "You sound fucked darling!" he commented. "I am. I am!" I replied! If only he knew!

Marilyn

(Nothing like making a few quid along the way... - Jayne xx)