As I stood in the kitchen cutting some vegetables, a truck pulled up in front of the motor home and stopped. The engine shut off. I peeked out thru...the windshield and noticed one person inside. The guy in the truck just sat there for like three minutes, then five minutes. Finally, his door swung open and he got out. He instantly looked menacing. He was easily 6'5" and 250lbs. He had a black tee-shirt and jeans on and for some reason was wearing leather work gloves. He took a casual. A shock like electricity ran through me as our lips met and he began grinding his cock against mine, both of us hard. My hands ran down his back and squeezed his lace clad arse. I felt his fingers wrap around both of our cocks as he held them together, grinding and humping. I pushed him back and away, at first he looked confused but as I retrieved a bottle of lubricant from my drawer his confusion left. I lay back down in front of him, spreading my legs and wrapping them around him. We kissed. Eventually, I parked my car and sat in an area where it was rumoured that gay men hung out once it got dark. At this time I had never experienced anything of a sexual nature with any man and would have classed myself as being bi-curious at a stretch. As I sat there in the dark, I noticed men going off walking in the dark but I did not have the courage to get out of my car. My heart was pounding at the thoughts of what could be going on out there and I was happy enough with that for the time. As I brush and stroke them with it, I feel my entire self and body harden and tense up in this great kind of sexual tension that is all too sweet and electrifying at the very same time. My mouth sags and drops open all of a sudden and unexpectedly. I almost laugh and giggle out loud as I brush and mop about my breasts with this icy-feeling, cold-striking form and brand of towel. I must not laugh out loud……I must not do this at all. As time slips and sneaks by, I feel that the towel is drying.