I wasn’t planning for anything wild to happen, just a long ride to clear my head. but sometimes, unexpected encounters are the best ones.

he sat next to me, tall, broad, and with this smirk that screamed trouble. we started chatting casually, but his deep voice and easy charm had me hooked. i noticed how his sweatpants clung to him, revealing just enough to make my imagination run wild.

after an hour of harmless flirting, i leaned into him, claiming i was tired and needed a shoulder to rest on. his arm wrapped around me, and the heat of his touch sent shivers down my spine. every time i adjusted, his hand would brush my side, lingering just long enough to make my heart race.

by the time we found a quiet spot during a stop, the tension was unbearable. we slipped into a small restroom, locking the door behind us. the second it clicked, he had me pressed against the wall, his lips on mine, hands sliding under my shirt.

his fingers found their way between my legs, teasing me through my panties until i was practically dripping. i unzipped his pants, my hand wrapping around his thick, hard cock, stroking him as he groaned in my ear.

“you’ve been driving me crazy all day,” he muttered, spinning me around and pulling my panties to the side. the way he slid into me, slow and deliberate, had me moaning louder than i should’ve.

he held my hips tight, fucking me deep and hard, every thrust sending waves through my body. his hand tangled in my hair, pulling gently as he whispered filthy things that made me clench around him.

when we both came, it was intense, his warmth filling me as i trembled against him, barely able to stand.

we cleaned up quickly, sharing a knowing smile before heading back out like nothing had happened. but the way his hand lingered on my thigh the rest of the ride? let’s just say it wasn’t the last time we explored our chemistry.