Detroit to New Orleans....1986! Memphis will always be my secret.

Sitting in my seat... I silently watched him walk up the steps. Shoulder and pecs under a low key T-shirt, stretching and straining, just the way a girl likes as he organised his bags. He has my attention.
Reaching for the overhead compartment .....lean, contours and a butt I want to grab. I sneak a preview of that line on the lower tummy yet above the belt, where a mans muscle is defined by his hips. Delicious. I wonder what lies below.
I look to his profile, very neat.. full soft lips.. a perfect nose and shining curls of hair and dark skin.
He turns, and sees me... young, backpacking and alone. My travel buddy is in the seat behind me...she is lost in a book.
He sits in the seat on the opposite isle....he is very hot and I immediately have thoughts about the size of his dick, if he is cut, the breadth. I check myself....is this normal for a 19 year old girl?

We chat and flirt throughout the night...as we head into Memphis we are are due for a pit stop. Its 2am. He has been seducing me for the last 6 hours, foreplay.
He immediately grabs my hand on dismbarking and we wander towards the darker recesses next to the road stop. I can feel butterflies inside...this is a big risk, not sensible, clearly dangerous...but I am highly excited. My puss is aching, I want to taste him.
He is taller than I and feel the strength of his shoulders as he envelopes me. The musky, male scent is intoxicating as urgent tongues probe each other and we grind. His cock is hard.I imagine it in my head.We are not far from the rest of the troups, only just hidden in the shadows. It heightens my senses.

I stoke his cock through his jeans and he slips his hand under my skirt and inside my panties. I moan as he pushes aside my swollen lips and enters his fingers in my pussy that is wet, sweet and burning inside and starts to finger fuck me hard. We are both breathing hard and scramble frantically to undo his pants.
I pull his cock out. He is cut, its large...I am aprehensive...what am I doing?

He rests against the wall, head back as I sucked and licked his big beautiful cock. I look up and he is watching me, my tongue rimming his head and we both smile.

We can hear and see them starting to wander back to the bus. He lifts me, turns and sits me accross his thighs, my back against the wall, his hands holding my butt, and pushes inside. It hurts, his cock is thick, I am not used to this endowment.
I can feel every inch, pounding me against that wall and it was wild. The last call for New Orleans was heard but I was in heaven.

Twenty years on and I still remember it like yesterday.
Memphis was his stop so I continued my journey without him. I returned to the bus worrying about the scent of sex. My travel buddy asked where I was as she didnt see me inside the roadhouse.
" Oh, just in the toilet, just freshening up"... I replied.