Vallet area, Nantes Cholet axis, 6:35 p.m. “Tasty encounters”. The site announces the menu. 6:35 p.m., nightfall, November 18. You are not starving but there is something under your head, there is something in your pants, which pushed you out of your office before the hour and you parked Vallet Ax Nantes Cholet area. Headlights off.The urinator, she's in the middle of the parking lot, almost. When we glance at the list of subscribers to the advertisement of this spot, we think of a backroom during peak hours, an open-air lupanar.Of the passage there is. The light of the urinals is flashing. Not continuously. You count to 7. The light goes out. You have time to cross the passageway and engage in the urinal duct. The toilet door is ajar, you are about to turn around - light. A bright light that looks like it was turned on to shine only on you. In front of the urinator, a guy with his back turned. Head tilted a little to one side. You approach, he rubs your package and then you turn and he rubs your ass. The light goes out. You run your hand over the cock that the guy was just watching, his cock, a very soft cock. You haven't counted to 7, in a toaster crackling like the one where flies come to irradiate the summer on the terraces, the light comes back on. You go back to your car.The light went out behind your back. A devious light, even vicious. You sit down in front of your steering wheel, the light comes back on. We come and go. Guys in the car. A lot. With urgent urges to pee. Which engage in the half-light or under the dazzling headlight of the ceiling light. And who come back, who turn a little and who leave. You count to 7. They haven't had time to pee, it's not possible. Or maybe it's because they pee a lot faster than you.The light goes out again and a long semi-trailer comes to prevent you from seeing who is emerging or who is entering now. A long, long semi-trailer that grazes your door and slides smoothly in front of you and parks with a long axle sigh content to stop. Maybe a guy who comes to take a piss, one more. You cannot say that the truck stops. He is parking. Nothing more. It keeps the taillights on, little red eyes that stare at you without blinking. You come out, the light has just gone out. You haven't counted to 7 but a priori you have time to go back and forth if you walk at a good pace. Anybody. More people. Light. It blinks for a moment and then it stabilizes. Time to count to 7. Slowly. Although it is not certain. Earlier you were able to go to 11. But maybe you were counting faster because the moment the light comes on, your heart beats faster.You retrace your steps. A guy runs into you and it's only when you're sitting in front of your steering wheel again and he comes back that you realize he's the driver of the truck. Twilight. You haven't paid attention to the time that has just passed. The seconds that arrive, with or without light, you will spend them in the shadow of the trailer, the huge trailer that you walk along, you go, you come, you go, you come back, you turn around ... the guy is there . He shakes his hands briskly. He washed them, they are still wet, and he has no other way to dry them in the damp cold of the night than to shake them briskly. It gives him importance, it gives meaning to his approach behind me. Obviously it's not the guy who comes up to you asking for a blowjob. No, he's a careful guy.So he shakes his hands, which do not dry out in the cold after dark. Except wiping them on his sleeve. But that guy he doesn't want."Are you waiting for a hit?" ". This is the obvious question to ask here. The one that imposes itself, in fact. Either you come to take a piss, or you wait for a shot. And as in general you just come to take a pee to get a shot here, you might as well go to the second question and not ask if you have pissed well. Logic. " Yes ".“There is a lot of traffic here. The guy continues to shake his hands. In your opinion they are very dry but it gives us countenance to him as to me, this way he leans while taking care to dry his hands. "Are you coming here to pump?" You answer yes or get pumped as well. You like his address, it makes the conversation normal, even banal, and you add: "And you? ".He steps back into the shadow of his truck, His truck, and he says, "Come on over there, show it to me, come on undo this" as he unbuttoned himself and showed a tail with a nice foreskin. You did well to leave the office early. Even if you weren't hungry, even though you know you could have gone home and not fucked, you did well. When your pants slip and you uncover your cock, you discover it as the guy sees it, already very big, heavy in your hand. "Come closer he said the guy, show me that." You jerk off gently. The guy moves away to see better. "And I'm sure you've got a nice ass." " And I'm sure… As if there was nothing left to do but confirm the test, show yourself in your best light. You turn around, you lower your panties well, you arch yourself. You even stop jerking off to offer yourself at the best angle, you spread your buttocks well and then you start to make them toss. The guy exclaims: "Fuck go, go! You've got a real bitchy ass eh, you know that eh? " and turning his head a little, you see that he is jerking off even more. We did not see until then that total night had fallen on the station. We punctuated the game of wanking and removing pants to the rhythm of the light in the urinal and it suited us well. But now there comes a long string of cars that light up under the truck. The guy gets dressed and comes closer to the cabin.We say to each other at that moment, we all say it to each other, anyone would say it, it's a slutty thought that everyone has at ...

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