Back on the road,

Well, here I am again, heading home after a week visiting friends in Indiana. I always take I70 across Missouri as there are a lot of rest stops on it and I love to stop at every one of them. This particular trip I was feeling extra horny and planned out the trip home carefully.

Wearing only sweat pants and a sweat shirt that zipped, I figured it was going to be easier to get out of them if the opportunity showed itself. I stopped at a few rest areas with no luck in finding some fun that afternoon. Then at one just east of Kansas City, I pulled in as I had to piss anyway and may a well check it out.

I entered the mens room and found one stall closed. I went into the one next to it and dropped my sweats nearly all the way so if the guy next to me happened to be looking he would know that I was showing what I had for him if he was in the mood. I sat that for a few minutes waiting to see if anything might develop. With nothing going, I left the stall and went over to wash my hands, another play to see if the guy came out. Finally after a lengthy washing in one of those sinks that washed and dried your hands, the man in the stall appeared.

He went to the sink next to mine and put his hands in. I saw right away that he was doing it wrong as he was putting them in too far for the water to start. He pulled them out and tried again with the same result. I finally broke the silence and suggested to him not to put them in that far and he would have better luck. He told me that it was one of those days that had not been going his way anyway. I then took hold of one of his hands a put it in the sink just far enough for the water to start. He smiled and thanked me and with that I brushed my hand across my crotch and went slow enough for him to notice what I was doing.