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NORTH CAROLINA REST STOP PANTYHOSE EXPERIENCENORTH CAROLINA REST STOP PANTYHOSE EXPERIENCEI was in my early 20s and had promised my grandmother I would come visit her for the weekend since I had not been to see her in several months. I was still living with my parents at the time north of DC but was on an assignment in northern Virginia. I told my parents I would leave for North Carolina from work since it didn’t make sense to drive north to my home, retrieve my things then head south. I had worn pantyhose to work that day, a pair of Hanes Silk Reflections in off-black under my khakis. I loved how my pants easily glided over the pantyhose.I left work that cold Friday in February at 5:00 p.m. and proceeded to 495 south. I already knew what a horror 495 was north of DC but had no clue what was waiting for me. I hit bumper to bumper traffic from Tyson’s Corner south through “the mixing bowl” and into Springfield where traffic stopped. As I sat, I thought how I was glad I had filled my gas tank at lunch. At Springfield, I finally merged onto 95 South and hoped traffic would soon thin out. Traffic remained very heavy through Kensington and Woodbridge and I began to fear it would remain so through all of Virginia.Finally, when I approached Quantico traffic began to thin. I contemplated stopping by Quantico to say “Hello” to the studly super cops but thought better of it. For some reason, I don’t think I would have been warmly received. Once I reached Spotsylvania traffic thinned out nicely and I began to make up some time from having been sitting in gridlock. Unfortunately, traffic again became bumper to bumper just north of Richmond and remained that way until I was south of Petersburg. It had taken me three and a half hours to reach Petersburg. I was hungry and decided I would pull off soon to get something to eat.When I reached Emporia, Virginia I got off the interstate and stopped at a restaurant in the Holiday Inn. My family had eaten there many times so I knew the food was good. Once I left the restaurant it was a little after 9:00 p.m. I had a little over half a tank of gas and decided to top it off at the gas station next door so I wouldn’t have to pull in somewhere remote late at night. It was beginning to get chilly and I noticed a digital thermometer on the station’s sign read 42 degrees Fahrenheit. Once the tank was full I went inside and purchased a bottle of Pepsi and a Snickers bar and got back onto 95 south. It was good and dark now, dead of winter dark but I was glad traffic was light and continued to thin the further south I drove.At around 11:30 p.m., I was approaching the Nash County Rest Area in Dortches, NC. I had to pee so I decided to pull into the rest area. I was surprised to find not a single car in the parking lot. Way off in the distance I did see the running lights of a tractor trailer parked in truck parking. I had pulled close to the restroom building and kept the car running. I looked all around and still saw no one. I was hesitant to get out and approach the building. After five minutes or so of sitting in the car I realized I could no longer hold my pee. I was going to have to go into the building. I turned the car off and headed for the building while leaving my jacket behind. Once inside the Men’s room I headed for the stall farthest from the door. Something told me to be far from the door so I would niğde escort have time to react if anyone came in.I peed in record time and zipped my khakis only to hear footsteps outside the door. I felt a pang of panic. “Where did this person come from?” I thought. I had looked in every direction before heading into the building and could see no one nor did I see any cars coming off the interstate. As quietly as possible I sat down on the toilet. I thought I’d wait him out then leave. I didn’t move but remained still and listened. Footsteps grew louder as they approached my hiding spot. I hoped he wouldn’t come to my stall and try to open it. A stall door opened then slammed. He was in the stall next to me. I heard his belt buckle loosen and then his pants fall. Anxiously, I sat waiting for him to do his business then go but he didn’t. “What the hell is he doing?” I thought. I felt like I was in a B horror movie. I thought for sure he knew I was next to him and was looking over the wall at me so I didn’t dare look up because I knew if I did I would see the face of a serial killer.Soon I became aware of the fact that he was beginning to masturbate. He began slowly and continued to play with himself that way for what seemed to me to be an eternity. He did begin to breathe a little heavily and moan softly. “Oh good grief, would you cum already! Please, please just cum and then go!” I thought to myself. I had checked my watch and I had been captive in the stall now for 10 minutes. I thought to myself “At this pace I could be here all night and I still had another two hours to drive” It then dawned on me that he had to know I was around somewhere as my white car had to be visible in the lot. Another five minutes had passed and I began to feel like if I didn’t make a move to get out of there I could find myself in a dangerous situation. I took a deep breath, stood up and jerked the door open. The man was caught off guard and crashed against the side of the stall. I went to a sink to quickly wash my hands. I know it doesn’t make sense to stop and wash your hands when you think your life could be in danger but then haven’t we all done something that didn’t make sense at the time? There were mirrors over the sinks but I refused to look into it as I just knew he was looking at me. The hair on the back of my neck stood up. He hadn’t yet opened the door to his stall but I was certain he was watching me.I guess he realized I was going to get the hell out of there quick so he cleared his throat to gain my attention. I paused for perhaps five seconds at the most, just enough to give him time to speak. He said “Where are you going? Don’t leave.” I was taken aback that he didn’t sound like a serial killer. His voice sounded young like mine. I slowly turned toward the stalls fully expecting to see someone straight out of the film Deliverance holding a switchblade. Instead I saw a tanned muscular man who appeared to be within two years either way, of my age. Even though he was behind the door to the stall it was apparent he was a big guy. Slowly, he opened the door while remaining inside the stall. He said “Don’t be scared, I’m not going to hurt you.” I quickly looked him up and down. There was no mistaking he was either an athlete, into body building or both. He was wearing athletic shoes, blue jeans and a Duke University sweatshirt. It took escort niğde me a moment to register what I was seeing. His jeans and briefs remained down past his knees while his cock hung in the breeze. I guess I had an odd expression on my face because he looked down at his dick then looked at me and said “I guess you know what I was doing.” By now I was feeling a little less nervous and said “Yes, you scared me. I thought I was alone.” He smiled and replied “You were scared! I thought I was alone too!” I asked “Didn’t you see my car?” He said he hadn’t seen it because he overshot the car parking and parked in the truck lot.He asked “So you live around here?” I looked at him like he was crazy and said “No, I had to pee. I’m on my way to my grandmother’s but I have another two hours to go.” Remaining standing in the doorway of the stall he asked if I had to go right this minute. “I need to bust my nut tonight. I sure would love to have you suck my dick.” I looked at him while contemplating the offer. He sure was gorgeous and I mean gorgeous. He had a thick mop of medium brown hair, green eyes, tanned skin and muscles everywhere. I liked that he had trimmed his pubes to be neat. Then there was his cock! He was huge, certainly the largest that I’d ever been presented with up to that time. He was much thicker than my forearm and I estimated him to be nine or nine and a half inches long and he was only semi-hard. He had a huge mushroom head and I’m sure that if he were to ass fuck anyone it would take a lot of patience on his part before he could get to fucking.I slowly and cautiously approached him and as soon as I was within arms reach he grabbed me and pulled me hard against him and began kissing me. My mind raced as I never expected that from him. His strong hands pressed against my back then slid down to my ass. He squeezed my ass cheeks hard then pushed his groin into my crotch as he grunted deeply. “Suck my dick!” I crouched down and took his now rigid cock into my mouth. As soon as my hot mouth touched him he let out a deep sigh. He was so thick it took some work for me to get his cock wet all over. Once I had him “slicked up” I began rolling my tongue around the shaft, paying extra attention to the underside of the head which drove him crazy. Each time I rolled my tongue over his head or under it he bucked his hips and softly said “awe shit.” I caressed his muscular thighs and ran my hands up and down his belly while continuing to suck his monster dick. He said “You like my legs? You like my muscles?” I nodded and looked up at him as he looked down at me feasting on his big dick. “I play football for Duke. I guess you figured that out.” I shrugged my shoulders and continued to service him.He said he was getting close and wanted to know where he could blow. I pulled off because I did not want to experience his cum eruption in my mouth. I just knew he would shoot far more cum than I wanted to deal with. I said “How about I jerk you off?” His response was “How about I shoot on your ass? That would be hot. Can I shoot on your ass?” I hesitated and said “Okay but don’t freak out when I drop my pants.” While stroking his cock he said “What you got panties on? That’s not a problem with me.” I let my khakis fall to my ankles and stood before him in my off-black pantyhose. “You are wearing pantyhose! That is so fucking hot man! niğde escort bayan Your legs are sexy as fuck! Turn around; let me see your ass. Fuck! I’d love to fuck your ass through your pantyhose!” I quickly answered him that I wasn’t up for him fucking me. I told him he was just too big for me and I wasn’t about to fuck in a restroom. He looked around and laughed and it was as if he too suddenly realized that the environment wasn’t ideal. He scooted me over to a sink and had me bend over. He began to rub his very hard cock all over my silky ass. I could see his face in the mirror and he appeared to be enjoying himself. “You sure I can’t fuck you in your pantyhose?” he asked. I reminded him of where we were and he acquiesced.Soon he was grinding his cock against my nylon covered ass crack as he told me how good the pantyhose felt against it. Moments later, he took hold of my hips and said “I’m going to cum in a minute. Like now!” Holding me firmly, he thrust his cock rapidly between my pantyhosed buns as his cum began to shoot forth. I felt the first spurt land on my lower back then I just felt his cock grow hot as hot cream began to flood my ass crack. There were no distinguishable spurts, only the sensation of his hot man juice running into my ass crack. When I thought he was finished I looked at his face in the mirror and saw he wasn’t. After some grunting and groans he said “I’m giving you my three day load, so it’s going to be a lot. I’m a heavy cummer to begin with.” I recalled how he had wanted to cum in my mouth and was now more pleased than ever with my decision to rebuke his request.I could feel cum at my lower back above my ass crack, seeping through the nylon into my crack and running down to behind my balls. He sighed deeply then smacked his still hard cock against my ass cheeks several times. I was about to stand when he told me to stay put that he would get some toilet paper. He returned with a huge wad of toilet paper. He began wiping his cum from my pantyhose then announced he needed to lower them some to get the rest of his cum out of my ass. He wiped four times with fresh wads of tissue before he said he thought he had it all. I gathered some tissue and wet it before wiping my back, ass and behind my balls. My pantyhose remained pulled down and I could see I couldn’t wear them due to them still having a large amount of cum residue. Quickly, I stripped my shoes, socks and pants off then slipped the pantyhose off. I balled the hose up and sat them on the edge of the sink while I cleaned up a second time then dressed. He was standing at a sink washing away the residue from his still semi-hard cock. He looked at me and to my surprise kissed me and thanked me. He noticed the pantyhose and asked if he could have them as a souvenir. I was flattered and told him he could have them on one condition. He asked me what my condition was and I said “If you ever do show and tell with them you must say you got them from a guy in a public restroom.” He laughed hard and said “I’m never going to show and tell with them. Do I still get them?” I said “They are all yours.” I exited the restroom before him. I was in my car and had it started and still did not see him exit. As I slowly drove through the lot I still had not seen him exit the building. I laughed to myself as I imagined he was either jerking off with them or trying to put them on which would surely have lead to their destruction.The reason I refer to him as “He” is because we never exchanged names. Though it was mid-night and winter when our paths crossed, I am still surprised we were not caught.
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