A Fresh Start [FM]

I used to be wild, adventurous, and experimental. Especially in regards to sex, I was always hungry to learn something new. In recent years, I’ve calmed down, largely because of a serious relationship I found myself in. Last year, though, that came to an end, and I was looking forward to getting back to my old trouble. Aside from a few quick romps, though, nothing much happened. I’d forgotten how to let loose and go with the flow.

Until last week, that is.

It was all very unexpected. I’d thought I’d get my groove back in a bar, or a club, or someplace inherently sexy. Instead, I found myself in a gas station, on my way home from a solo shopping trip. After getting on the interstate, I noticed my gas tank was closer to E than I would have liked it, so I stopped in at a middle of nowhere station/truck stop. I filled up and went inside to get something to snack on on my way home, when I spotted someone.

I wish I could say he was rogueishly handsome or suave, but the truth is, he was average. Mostly, though, he seemed willing. I stand about 5’6″, deep auburn, almost brown hair (it looks like fire when the sun catches it) that was pulled back into a ponytail, I’m not super fit, but trim, with 34C breasts, alabaster skin, with a white buttondown blouse and a black pencil skirt, sheer stockings and kitten heels (I’d gone shopping right after work). I’m used to guys sneaking glances, but something about this thoroughly average guy lined up with the phase of the moon or something, and I became keenly aware that, aside from the cashier, we were the only two people in the store. He kept stealing glances, and I would flash him a flirty smile. A gas station convenience store has never been my idea of a place to find love, lust, or anything beyond a halfway decent snack, but this guy struck an unsuspecting chord with me. Maybe it was just my inner slut looking to get out, or maybe it was the way he looked at me, I don’t know. We didn’t actually talk to each other, we just flirted silently, a welcome relief from the clumsy one liners I get on a semi-regular basis. After a few flirtatious glances, he got a bit bolder, and made a show of glancing down at my tits. Creepy, right? Only it kind of really got me going, enough so that I actually undid the top couple buttons of my shirt and, after glancing around to make sure I wasn’t being watched, I leaned forward to give him a bit of a show. He fanned himself and acted like he was about to pass out, I laughed, straightened my shirt, but left the buttons undone, and went back to looking for something to snack on.

As I was browsing the chip selection, this mystery man got a bit bolder, actually coming into the aisle with me. I was aware he was there, but I didn’t look at him, and he seemed to be playing it cool, looking for some munchies, too. When he slipped behind me, though, he made no attempt to keep his obvious erection from dragging across my ass. Make no mistake, this sort of thing would normally get, at best, a nasty look and, at worst, a slap across the face, but it had been a while, and my mind was already swimming, and so, without thinking, I pressed back against it, closing my eyes and enjoying the sensation of him pressing against the thin fabric of my skirt. I’m not sure if he was savoring the sensation, or if I’d caught him off guard, but he lingered for a couple seconds, and I could feel him twitching through his pants. He finally moved on, though, and I gave a couple seconds, not wanting to look desperate, before looking after him. It took a couple seconds for me to find him, even in the empty store. He was standing by the restrooms, desperately trying to make eye contact. When he caught my eye, he made a subtle glance towards the door, pleading me with his eyes. I played coy, despite being turned on enough that I’m surprised I wasn’t leaving a puddle in the middle of the aisle. I popped my eyebrows, smirked, and shrugged slightly before going back to looking at nothing in particular on the shelf. When I glanced back, I was just in time to see the door closing. I took a quick stock of where I was in my life, if I was really the kind of woman who, in her early 30s, was ready to hook up with a stranger in a gas station bathroom. I was halfway there before I realized my legs were moving. I took one last glance back to make sure the cashier wasn’t watching (he couldn’t seem to care less), and I slipped in, turning the lock before I even bothered to take in the surroundings.

The restroom was reasonably clean, as far as gas station restrooms go. There was some minor graffiti on the walls, most of it completely indecipherable, but the smell was surprisingly minimal, the tile looked like it had been recently cleaned, and the floor wasn’t sticky. I didn’t immediately spot the mystery guy. Upon a little bit of sleuthing, I found him tucked back in the handicap stall, his dick already out. He was stroking it slowly, running his hand over the average length, though surprisingly adequate girth. Part of me still didn’t know what I was doing, so I just leaned against the wall and watched him for a moment, something that seemed to excite him even more. He still maintained his slow, steady pace, not racing towards completion, holding eye contact. I didn’t make a move until it looked like he was about to say something. We hadn’t said a word to each other up to that point, and it seemed to be working pretty well for us, so when he opened his mouth, I put a finger to my mouth, silently shushing him, and walked forward, dropping my purse and kneeling between his legs. His breathing, which had become ragged, came to a shuddering halt as I, still wondering what the hell I was doing, pressed my lips softly against the head of his cock, planting a soft kiss, then another, then gently wrapping my lips around the tip, my fingers slowly taking over for his hand, moving over the length of his shaft. Limited to breathing through my nose, the smells of our surroundings mingled with the sweaty smell of the stranger, not altogether a pleasant smell, but it fit the situation. Again, what should have turned me off completely was fueling my slutty needs.

I didn’t blow him for long before I needed my own satisfaction. I let him fall out of my mouth to a look of disappointment on his face, but his mood changed significantly when I turned around, hiking my skirt up and hooking my fingers on my simple black cotton panties and pulled them down, bending at the waist to get them all the way down, leaving them hooked around one leg. I stayed bent over, steadying myself on the toilet paper dispenser, and glanced back, just in case he wasn’t getting the message. He understood loud and clear, shuffling over with his pants still around his ankles. I had to stop him with a sharp whistle, gesturing at his completely bare, wavering dick. He looked confused for a moment, then a wave of disappointment returned to his face. I shrugged and went to pull up my panties again. Sure, I may be the kind of girl that sucks and fucks a guy in a gas station bathroom now, but I’m not catching God knows what from some stranger just because he didn’t want to wear a condom. My fingers had barely touched cotton when he started digging furiously for his wallet, pulling it out from his puddled jeans with some difficulty. He pulled out a condom, letting the wallet fall to the floor in his excitement. He fumbled with it for a bit with shaking fingers before I stood up and took it from him. Fine and dandy by me, it let me check the expiration date anyways. I unwrapped it and rolled the latex over the tip of his dick, making sure that everything was to my liking before smiling at him and resuming my previous stance, wiggling my bare pussy at him.

It’s a good thing I was as wet as I was. He didn’t hesitate, and he’d apparently used all restraint and subtlety in his seduction. He took only a second to line himself up before thrusting forward in one go. I almost screamed out at the sudden intrusion, my first time with a real dick in over a month, but managed to stifle it by biting down on my hand, nearly drawing blood. He continued pretty much how he started, ramming into me as fast as he could. It oddly matched the scenario, fast and untamed, not usually my style but oddly fun. After the initial shock, it wasn’t hard to keep my volume down. After several thrusts, he hunched over me, clumsily groping my tits through my shirt and bra. It wasn’t long after that. His breathing hitched, his thrusting changed tempo, and he finally buried himself as deep as he could. I could feel the telltale twitching as he emptied his balls, something that took an impressive amount of time. When he finally finished, he pulled out, weakly stumbling back to the opposite wall before pulling the condom off, surprisingly full, and tossed it into the toilet unenthusiastically. After that, it was routine: straightening hair, gathering belongings, I picked up my panties and stuffed them into my purse, thinking better of the idea of wearing anything that had been sitting on the floor of a public restroom for any length of time, no matter how brief. We shared one last glance before I made my escape, and he looked like he was about to say something. Not wanting to pretend I was going to remember his phone number, or worse yet, have to come up with some praise for what was, to be frank, only marginally better than I was expecting gas station bathroom sex to be, I shushed him again, kissing the tip of my finger and pressing it to his lips before checking myself one more time in the mirror and leaving.

I grabbed a bag of chips and a bottle of water before he made it out of the bathroom. The cashier rang me up with a knowing smile, but that honestly made the whole thing a bit sexier. I handed over my money, gave him a smile and a cheeky wink, and went out to my car to head back home, where my toys finished what my stranger lover couldn’t.

This happened very recently, so I’m not sure what to make of it, or what will come of it, but I’m looking forward to exploring new, slutty experiences. Who says your 30s are too late to get a fresh start?

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/asgi4i/a_fresh_start_fm