Wrong Guy, Right Rest Stop

I'd originally arranged to meet a guy called Yeray.

We agreed on 1:15 p. m. outside the vehicle inspection station in the San Cristóbal industrial estate. He told me he was waiting in a white Mercedes van.

I arrived on time and drove around looking for him, but there was no Mercedes anywhere. Just as I was getting there, he suddenly changed the meeting point to another street. I was driving, so I didn't see the message straight away.

By the time I did, he'd already left.

He said he was running late and couldn't wait any longer.

I was annoyed enough to send him:

"Don't tell me the guy I just hooked up with wasn't you ????"

Apparently, it wasn't.

So that was that.

I drove out to the Cigales rest area instead.

While I was sitting in the car checking my phone, a young couple stopped nearby. The girl crouched down to pee while her boyfriend stood in front of her. I didn't stare openly, but from beneath my visor I caught glimpses of her bare hips.

There was something incredibly raw and intimate about it.

When they left, I got out of the car.

I was wearing short feminine shorts, cork-heeled sandals, and my toenails were painted a loud, bright pink.

I walked towards the far end of the track.

A man followed.

By the time we looked at each other, I was already down on my knees.

I slowly licked my lips.

He hesitated.

So I lit a cigarette.

He stood there watching me while I smoked, obviously getting more and more interested. I kept looking at him, then back at his body, making it very clear what I wanted without saying a word.

Eventually he understood.

When I finished my cigarette, I simply nodded.

Yes.

He came closer.

I asked him to take off his huge wraparound sunglasses.

I wanted to see his eyes.

I wanted to see his reactions.

"I'm pretty sure I'm going to like whatever you do," he said.

That was the moment I stopped being the one in charge.

From there, the encounter became increasingly physical and submissive. He quickly realized how much I enjoyed being directed, being held, being positioned exactly where he wanted me.

At one point he discovered my pierced nipples beneath my little top.

That seemed to excite him even more.

Soon the top was off altogether.

He ran his hands over my body, explored my ass, and I made it perfectly obvious that I wanted him to keep going.

There was talking in between.

"Your balls are enormous," I told him at one point.

He absolutely loved that.

He asked where I was from, whether I came there often, and told me he liked my thong.

Then:

"Come on. Move for me."

So I did.

Standing there, slowly moving my hips for this complete stranger, I felt unbelievably exposed--and unbelievably turned on by it.

The whole encounter became rougher from there.

He took more control.

There was pain, spanking, grabbing, and that exhilarating feeling of simply giving myself over to the situation.

Then another man appeared in the distance.

At first, I didn't like the look of him at all.

"Someone's coming," I warned.

"Keep going."

So I did.

The stranger came closer.

And closer.

I could feel him watching us.

Strangely, being observed made everything even more intense.

Then I looked up.

The two men were kissing.

That completely changed the atmosphere.

Suddenly I was kneeling beneath two men making out above me, and the whole scene felt almost unreal.

At one point a car drove past.

Someone shouted:

"Go on! Keep going!"

The men reacted for a second.

I didn't.

If anything, being caught made the whole thing even more thrilling.

Soon I found myself with the newcomer as well.

And then, almost without ceremony, the first man simply disappeared.

No goodbye.

No explanation.

Perfect.

One moment I belonged to one stranger; the next, I was serving another.

My knees were aching by then.

I liked that too.

Then a third man appeared.

For a while, everything became wonderfully chaotic: people changing places, touching, kissing, taking turns, nobody really directing the whole scene anymore.

At one point I looked around and realized the man who had first approached me was now lost in pleasure himself.

The roles had completely reversed.

That delighted me.

Later, he grabbed my hands and guided them towards his nipples.

"Pinch them. Pinch them..."

So I did.

Hard.

His whole body reacted.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

He was completely gone.

Eventually everything slowed down.

We stood there catching our breath.

"Wow," he said. "That was incredible. Do you come here often?"

I smiled.

"I think I'm going to start."

Before leaving, he asked:

"Can I have the poppers?"

"Yes."

And then he walked away.

I stayed there for a moment, still on my knees, clothes half out of place, body aching, head spinning from everything that had just happened.

A couple of hours earlier, I'd driven out expecting a simple meeting with Yeray.

Instead, I ended up having one of the strangest, most spontaneous and intense encounters I'd ever had.

And I was ridiculously happy.