I was driving home the other day and “Your heart or mine” by..

I was driving home the other day and “Your heart or mine” by Jon Pardi came on and inspired the beginning of a fun story. It reminded me of my first road trip I ever took by myself and how I fantasized doing this same thing. Who wants a part 2? ********************* “Oh sure honey! We dont even lock our doors ‘round here”, she reassures me, her voice like a tall glass of sweet tea. My nerves relax a little as I continue my road trip. The lyrics to James Taylor’s In my mind, I’m going to Carolina play in my head, excitement building. The small town bar, conveniently named The Bar, immediately felt familiar. I’d never been here, but the kind greetings confirmed Iwas in the right place. When I turned 21 I spent months socializing in every hole-in-the-wall bar I could find, in a 100 mile radius. Handing out smiles and “hello”’s on my way to the bar, I take in the jukebox and the dead pool table. “Can I get a coke and whiskey, please?” “Sure, doll,” the 60 something lady behind the counter smiles, her voice sounding like she’d been smoking for a thousand years. I can see the kindness in her eyes as I return the smile. I sat chatting with Darrell, an older man that had a picture of every birthday the last 30 years taped up behind the bar. He told me how he had gone to war and that’s where he had met his late wife. You could tell how much he loved talking about her by how animated he was, eyes twinkling, and I noticed he hadn’t touched his beer since he brought her up. The heavy wooden patio door slammed behind me and I felt the chair one over shuffle. “Oh hey, John,” Darrell looks just over my shoulder, “this is Andy.” I turn, giving a small nod in greeting, when I catch a familiar uniform and i realize it’s the same guy from the mechanic shop. I dont think I’d ever been grateful for having a headlight out. I was today though. The grin spread across my face and I saw a smile break his hard stare and he just shook his head. “Darrell, you need to learn to keep better company,” he says straight faced, despite the sarcasm dripping from his words. I flash back to a couple hours before where I found myself face down on his desk, oil covered hands holding me in place while he’s slamming into me. His balls hitting my clit just right and I can feel the pressure growing inside me. I can’t help but smile while the moans spill out from between my lips. One of his hand’s snaking into my hair and I can’t help but giggle joyfully. His pace quickens and my legs go stiff as i feel myself cumming all over his cock. “God, you look so good taking my cock.” His pace quickens with his breathing. I’m limp, riding out my orgasm. I never would have known knocking a box of spare headlights would have led to getting railed by the local mechanic. It seemed like we both needed a release; and I was dripping, almost like he switched a valve inside me. His thrusts become almost frantic as I feel his grip tighten. I’m holding onto the desk as if I were hanging off the side of a cliff and taking each stroke he gives me. “Fuck, I’m coming,” one hand on my back steadies me as I feel his warm cum cover my ass. I can’t help but chuckle as he grabs a blue shop towel to clean me up. My legs feel like they weigh a thousand pounds. Gravity pulls the leg I had hiked up back to earth and a crunch confirms my shoe found a stray bulb. “I’m not paying for that one.” With a matter of fact tone. “I’ll consider it collateral,” he says grinning.