The very epitome of my sweaty desire, the singular entity in this wretched world that actually provided some measure of relief from discontent stood b...fore me. I lunged at her, gripping her face between my hands and kissing her passionately. At first she recoiled, and I feared that perhaps I had been too rough or presumptuous; ruing my hastiness in such a delicate matter. The relief I felt when she merely made a move to remove her top was indescribable. The smooth texture of her lips, velvet. They swelled nicely with every breath that she took.We negotiated what I considered to be a pretty high price for vaginal sex with full nudity, a one-hour deadline, and in my hotel room. However her looks, her attitude, and her innocence seemed to be worth it. I had a feeling that she did not have very many miles on her.As I drove to the hotel she told me that her name was Angelique. I laughed and said that I liked her hooker name. She then told me that it was not a hooker name, that it was her. No time for self pity or sorrow. Just dump out that brain bucket suck it up and keep moving. Finally the sun went down and the highway was dark. I was exhausted I had to find a meal a bed and a shower on my now dwindling budget but I still had a few dollars on me. I could get food a shower shave and sleep a few hours before the last trek of my journey. sleep would be a great reward for the days push forward north. I could see off in the distance lights on the horizon from a town or truck stop.. Oh yeah, and I’m a virgin too.When Miss Amore returned she was wiping her face and neck with a damp paper towel. She had washed her face in the lady’s room. Her blouse was a little wet around her collar, under her breasts, and under her armpits. She noticed me checking her out. Then we sat down to drink, rest, and talk.Miss Amore said, “God it’s hot as hell up against the ceiling like that! I wish I had worn a bikini!”I smiled and replied, “Me too!” Then I smiled some more.Miss Amore said,.