Oh my god, am I just some floozy? Am I really just using the desire to get pregnant as an excuse to fuck random men I’ll never meet? Sally asked herself. As if confirming that worry, her right hand had gone under the waistline of her skirt in search of her clit. Finding that path too difficult, she hiked her skirt up and shoved her panties out of the way to plunge her fingers into her depths.
“Fuck, yes, I am a slut who need lots of strangers cock,” Sally moaned. She brought her fingers up and tasted her own juices before resuming the assault on her pussy. “I want to feel them pushing cum deep inside me from the cock before. Oh god, so fucking hot.” Sally surprised herself, but kept working her clit until he came again.
Damn, this is risky. I know it’s just a fantasy, but it gets me so riled up. Do I really dare go out there tomorrow? Sally wondered, but knew that she would go, and part of her knew this was more than just fantasy for masturbating.
Afterward, Sally took her temperature and recorded it in her app, she was now ovulating.
The next morning Sally woke and dressed casually, or at least casually for her. She still looked amazing in white cotton pants and a simple flowing top. While the outfit was loose fitting and didn’t exactly show off her figure, as it flowed around her, it hinted at the great curves underneath. In truth, Sally chose it because she didn’t want to risk damaging any of her nicer clothes. Not that anything is going to happen, she thought to herself. She had a growing suspicion that this thought was a lie.
Punctual as always, Sally walked into the diner portion of the truck stop at 10:55 AM. She still wasn’t sure if she was supposed to just go to Carl’s door and knock. She decided to go back to the counter and see if he would come out.
The waitress that came to take Sally’s order was rather hot, in that tomboy body sort of way. Though she didn’t have a large rack, which is what really brings in the tips, she had black hair, porcelain smooth skin, and bright blue eyes. She was lean enough that Sally could see muscle definition in her arm as she worked. The svelte waitress wore a nametag declaring her to be “Lucy”. Sally guessed Lucy was about 30, though her ability to judge age left a wide margin for error.
“Hi Hun! Do you know what you’d like?” Lucy smiled as she talked and somehow made her eyes sparkle too.
It was probably all the fantasies she’d been playing through her head lately, but Sally found herself attracted to Lucy. She hadn’t felt that way about a girl since shortly after college, and had never done more than kiss. Still, here she was thinking of going into a gloryhole and checking out a cute waitress. Sally cleared her throat. “Um, yeah, the creampie special.” In her mind she was ordering a creampie, not one of the cream pies.
“Really?” Lucy lit up, which was impressive given her cheerful starting point. “Do you have the eleven o’clock appointment?”
“I do,” Sally barely got the words out past her nerves.
“Well, I must say, I’m thrilled. Carl said you were a looker, but I don’t really trust him. He’s too nice. I was worried you were some fat, middle aged, suburbanite who could get laid without a bag over her head. But look at you, you are none of those. You’re smoking hot.” Lucy’s rant was all at the volume of a whisper as she ensured to not draw any attention.