The Fever

His slacks were stained and tattered at the hem but he knew no one at the truck stop in Blythe would care. He shuffled into work with the weight of his 47 years on his knotted shoulders. If he were smarter, he would have been preoccupied with the prevalent disappointments of his middle aged life. But he wasn’t. He was content with getting up at the same time every morning, eating the same breakfast of instant oatmeal and toast, driving five miles to his thankless job at the station where he’d stand behind the register, staring into the abyss and spitting his chew behind his boss’s back so he wouldn’t see. You weren’t supposed to dip at work.

He looked out the window by chance. He tried not to stare for too long outside. The swiftness with which the sun would rise and set in the span of a work day gave him an inexplicable feeling he didn’t like. But, there was a woman there. She emerged from a red jeep with bikes attached and a lot of gear in the back. A man stepped out from the driver’s side and began to pump gas. He said something to her that made her smile while she stretched. Her shirt slid up as she reached from side to side, revealing a taught tan stomach above her faded jeans.

He wondered what the man was to her, whether they were brother and sister, or boyfriend/girlfriend, or husband and wife, and in the time it took for him to even question it, she was coming through the door. She caught his eye and smiled before heading toward one of the aisles. He couldn’t stop watching her. She been touched with the tar brush, he thought. But he couldn’t stop looking at her.

She had long straight hair that trailed down her back. She could have been Indian or Mexican. She had prominent cheekbones and dark sun-kissed skin but her eyes were hazel; and she was tall. Hell! She came to near about his height at 5’10. But these simple observations weren’t what drew his eyes, no.

It was her lips. He imagined looking down at her as she sucked his cock. She had beautiful full lips, the kind that know what they’re doing, and he could see her licking them before sliding them over his rock hard dick. And he’d give it to her. He felt himself stiffen in his pants at the thought of filling her mouth, the thought of her tongue tracing his head and she’d tug on his balls a little the way he liked.

He saw her head bobbing faster and faster and running his hands through her hair and pulling it the way he liked. Her mouth, so warm, and the way she’s sucking him off is so good. He liked the feel of her gagging, it felt so good he got goosebumps and started to feel that familiar tingle. He looks down at her as she looks up at him and then he tugs her head back a little and fills her mouth. She gags so hard tears start falling from her eyes and as he feels himself cumming, he’s so deep in her that he feels her swallowing and it’s so intense, it sends shivers down his spine.

He spits.

She’s picking out peanuts and jerky. He wasn't even a thought to her.

He leans against the counter to feel the pressure on his throbbing member. Something about a girl like that had a way of bringing out the teenage boy in him. How old was she anyway? 22? 23?

He was old enough to be her father. That didn’t repulse him in the least. He cursed the lucky bastard who got to spank her when she was naughty. I bet she still likes a good spankin’, he thought. Those pants were so tight they showed everything. She had a plump perfect little brown ass. It was round but it was tight and those pants were so low, he wondered where her vagina even began.  He watched as she turned the corner to grab a soda wondering if she had any underwear on and what it would look like if she did. It would have to be one of them thongs, for sure, ‘cause there weren’t no lines.

He unbuttons her pants and scooches them down over that fat ass. They’re lace and red, the kind that were made to be removed by teeth by an alpha male and he was happy to oblige. They were also the kind you didn’t have to remove at all, you could just pull them to one side while you slip your dick inside. And aw yeah he could imagine his dick in that sweet little pussy. I bet it’s so warm and tight and I’d get her so wet, it would just slide right up in.

There’s that moment when you stick your rod in a woman for the first time. He’s got her lubed up and ready to go, she’s so hot, she’s begging for it. There’s a small gasp that women do. He likes that little sound, so delicate and relieved. He’s fulfilling her as he’s filling her. That sound is as if he’s finally satisfying the unsatisfiable need for him to be inside her. He hadn’t felt that sensation in probably a decade.

He spits.

He adjusts himself, the pressure in his pants a nuisance now as he has no way to deal with it. He could take a long bathroom break. He was known for those anyway.

She puts cream in a cup of coffee and stirs. Yeah, I’d like to put cream in her coffee. I’d stir you all night. One leg on his shoulder. He could almost feel her tight pussy clenching in ecstasy. She knows how to move just right, she looks like she can keep the rhythm, allowing him to plunge deeper and deeper into her. People think I’m slow but I’m not as dumb as they think, I’d have her cumming harder than she’s ever cum before. I bet that chocolate cunt tastes sweet—

Her brother sets the door chime off. He goes to grab his own coffee. He kisses her neck and she shrugs him off. Maybe not her brother. He follows her to the counter, smacking her on the ass, as he walks behind. They unfold their bounty onto the counter.

“How much do I owe you, buddy?” her boyfriend asks.

He spits.

He rings each item with fresh resentment, his hard-on gone, with no resolve to rub one out later, and he’s just a man again with stained trousers and the same old chew. He watches as they banter back to the jeep with full arms and drive off to destinations and excitement unknown.

He spits.