Gotta freshen up and get coffee!

 Cyndi shook the cobwebs from her head.  She quickly got dressed, stretched her cramping muscles, and decided a fresh cop of coffee was in order.  She headed directly to the rest stop cafe, quickly stepping through the cold crisp midnight air.  Upon entering, Cyndi surveyed the premises.  To her left was the restaurant area, to her right were restrooms, and directly in front of her was a tiny gift shop which was closed at this late hour.  She headed for the restrooms to freshen up.

   Sitting in the stall, Cyndi tried to sort out the confusing thoughts and events that were seemingly taking place.  The dream was so real!  The apparent fact that she was masturbating in her sleep bothered her!  The way she felt about the officer made her feel guilty!  She was married, she kept telling herself!  She was the next governor's wife!  She should not be feeling the way she was, yet her body betrayed her mind, since it felt so good!  Sitting in the stall, she found herself getting wet, just thinking about it!

   She jumped to her feet, went to the sink and splashed several handfuls of cold water into her face.  This seemed to bring her back to reality, and the cold water seemed to bring some color back to her face also.  Cyndi reapplied a modest amount of makeup to make herself appear presentable, then headed for the restaurant area.

   Cyndi slid into a nearby booth and waited for the waitress to take her order.  Cyndi admired the young brunette as she worked the floor.  She reminded her of herself when she was younger!  She was bubbly, energetic, and eager to create a conversation.  Cyndi wasn't sure why, but she found herself staring at the waitress' figure.  She was only a little over five foot tall, but she had a body that most men would die for!  Her black slacks did little to hide her tight ass cheeks as they bounced when she strode from table to table.  When she turned, Cyndi noticed her perky breasts, threatening to spill out of her white blouse.  Cyndi figured she wore the outfit to get more tips!  Cyndi was still staring at her tits absentmindedly, when she was shaken from her daydream.  "Can I get you something to drink?"

   "Huh?"  Cyndi looked up to see the brunette looking at her with a big smile, "Oh, yeah... Please... I'm sorry... Black coffee please!"

   "Sure, no problem!  Be right back," the waitress chirped as she slid the menu on the table.

   Cyndi picked up the menu and lost herself in her daydreams before the waitress returned with her coffee.

   "Here ya go!  Can I get you anything else?"

   Caught unexpectedly, again, Cyndi stammered, "Huh?  I'm sorry.  No, I'm not ready yet!  Give me a few minutes!"

   The waitress smiled a wide, seemingly knowing grin, "No problem!  Just call when you're ready!"

   Cyndi again picked up the menu, stared at it, yet she wasn't reading it!  Her mind was still swirling with abundant sexuality!  It was as if it was all she could think about!  She sipped at the coffee, which warmed her body from the outside chill.  She continued staring at the menu, trying to sort out her confusing thoughts.  Cyndi was so deep in her own thoughts, that she didn't even notice the guy sliding in next to her till he bumped her!

   "Hi there!  My name's Joe!  What's yours?"

   Cyndi was startled, and retreated as far into the corner as she could get.  She quickly eyed the old fart that sat next to her.  He must've been about twenty years older than she.  He was wearing an old, faded, flannel shirt, which did little to hide the belly that hung over his belt.  The hat on his head was covering what little white hair he had left.  He smelled like he hadn't had a bath, and he smelled like a beer brewery!  Cyndi was unsure how to handle his rude interruption!  "Uh," she paused, wondering whether she should lie, "Cyndi."

   The truck driver was tickled pink, to be sitting next to such a fine lady!  But what made him happier, was knowing that he was going to get laid tonight!  "So Cindy, how 'bout we go out to my rig for a little one on one?"  He smiled, showing that he was missing a couple of teeth.

   Cindy was flabbergasted!  "Well!  I never ..."  She was cut off before she ever got started!

   "Sshh!  Now, now!  Mustn't make a scene!"  His smile grew wider as he laid his palm on the table.

   Cyndi could tell there was something under his hand.  She watched as his hand slid towards her.  It stopped in front of her, then retreated back to his spot at the table.  When the hand went back, Cyndi realized that he had a Polaroid photo in his palm.  It was turned upside down.  Cyndi looked at the photo sitting on the table, then at the guy, who was reaching for his shirt pocket, where he apparently had more photos.  "Go ahead, take a look," she heard him say!

   Cyndi reached for the photo, her hands shaking, unsure of what she would see!  Her heart dropped to the deepest pit of her stomach when she turned the photo over.  She lost her breath as the lump in her throat choked off her airways.  The coffee she had sipped threatened to spew out onto the table.  Through **** breaths, Cyndi stuttered, "W-W-Where d-d-did you g-g-get...?"  Cyndi sat motionless as she stared at a picture of herself, topless, massaging her tits.  She was still staring at the picture when a second Polaroid was placed in front of her.  The second one showed her with her skirt pushed down!

   Instinctively, without thinking, Cyndi tore up the photos, and started berating the old fart.  "You son of a bitch," she said in a low tone so she wouldn't draw attention to herself, "if you think I'm gonna ..."  Again she was cut off!

   "Hey Jack!"  The old guy interrupted, "come on over here, have a seat!"

   Jack was much younger.  He was obviously a truck driver also.  He looked a lot more appealing than the old fart, but he still was not Cyndi's type!  He also wore a faded flannel shirt, but had tight fitting blue jeans.  He slipped into the seat across from Cyndi and Joe.  "Hey Joe!  How've you been?"

   "Just fine!  Say!  Let me introduce you to Cyndi!  Cyndi here, tells me she likes doing two guys at once!"  Joe then slipped Jack three photos!  Jack picked up the photos.  His eyes widened as he viewed Cyndi with her hand buried in her twat, frigging her clit, and licking the juice off her fingers.  "Very nice!  You are very photogenic!"  He looked back at the pictures, then back to Cyndi.  "So is it true?  You like two at once?"