Sandra

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In the summer of 1998, I was travelling from Boulder, Co. to Sacramento, Ca. My wife had been in an auto accident two months earlier and she needed months of rehab. Her sister, Amie and her husband, Baxter own a physio company called Baxter’s Sports Rehabilitation Center in Sacramento. Her sister drove to Boulder the previous week, packed up my wife, went back home and her rehab started immediately.I had spent the intervening time packing up our personal belongings. They were packed in the camper in the back of my truck. The big furniture was left behind so we could rent it out as a furnished house. My employer was not about to grant me a leave of absence so I quit. I’d be seeking employment in Sacramento and a place to live. My sister-in-law wouldn’t be providing me with such a place. We get along fine but having me around is not her idea of a pleasant experience.I left Boulder just after lunch. I drove for eight hours straight and started to yawn and nod my head. In a sleepy little town along the way, I got a room on the ground floor of a small thirty-six-unit motel. I left my backpack filled with my personal stuff in the room and got back in my truck, looking for someplace to eat.I drove past a Walmart and found a diner that looked promising about istanbul travesti half a mile further. The parking lot had only a few vehicles in it so I parked close to the front door.Inside, there were customers at two tables. I walked to the back and sat at the table closest to the window.A waitress approached and I gave her my order. The name tag on her uniform said “Sandra”. She was about twenty years old, about 5’6” tall and weighed maybe 100 pounds. She was cute enough. Looked bored. Her uniform was buttoned to the neck and covered her to the knees. If she had a good figure, the outfit did not do her justice.I ordered coffee, two eggs over easy with toast and a couple of pancakes. It took about ten minutes for Sandra to bring my order. The food was fine, filling and tasty.The restaurant was empty at this point. I asked Sandra for a refill.When she brought my coffee, I asked her, “What time do you get off?”She was quite taken aback, flabbergasted and a bit embarrassed.I told her I was just passing through, was awfully lonely and wanted some company for the night.“I am not that kind of girl!”“I should hope not! I don’t want some hooker off the street. I want a friendly and pleasant companion to spend the night istanbul travesti with. Hopefully, it will be a pleasing encounter for us both. I have a lonely night ahead of me otherwise and a long drive to Sacramento tomorrow.”She glanced at the back of the diner where the cook was and sat down.“I suppose you use that line on all us waitresses, do you?”“No, not at all. It’s just that I’m in an unfamiliar environment here and I am extremely lonely.”I did not add that I was also very very horny. My wife being indisposed lately had meant that I was doing without. I had jerked off daily for sixty straight days and was very eager for some pussy. Or some head. Or some pussy and some head!She looked back towards the rear of the restaurant and said, “I don’t think so.”She got up, went to the cash register and returned with my bill. Discouraged, I sipped my coffee until the cup was empty.The lights suddenly dimmed. I looked at my watch. It was 10:00. I guessed they wanted to close. I went to the front and left a twenty on the counter for the food and the tip.I walked to the door; she accompanied me. She had the keys to lock up. I went out the door; she did too.“I could use some company tonight after all and I definitely need istanbul travesti some excitement. I don’t want to be seen leaving with you though.”“Where is your car?” I asked.“Behind the restaurant.”“How about I drive to Walmart? I’ll park in the lot and wait for you there. You can come to the motel with me. In the morning, I’ll drive you back.”She nodded her approval and went inside.I had been waiting for about fifteen minutes at Walmart, getting more discouraged by the minute, figuring she was not going to show. Just then, an old five-litre Mustang drove in and parked beside me. I reached over and opened the door for her. She had changed out of her uniform into slacks, blouse and jean jacket. Her hair was now tied up in a bun on top of her head.I drove to the motel and parked in front of my room.Once inside, I asked her, “Would you like a drink or a soda?”“No, I am fine.”“Shall we shower first? Together?”“Sounds good,” she replied.We undressed by the bed and dropped our clothing on the floor. She had a much nicer body than I could ascertain from her uniform. Her pubes were trimmed. Her breasts were pert and the nipples abundant.It was crowded in the shower but we managed to soap each other and rub and caress our various body parts until we were cleansed. Towelling off in the shower was a bit of a challenge what with bumping into one another.Naked, we got into bed. She lay on her back and I lay on my side. I hugged her to me. I kissed her lips and our mouths opened as our tongues did the romantic rub-and-slide against one another.

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