I considered his face, finding that he had closed his eyes once again as he enjoyed my manual maneuvering of his manhood. He looked very young, though...I had checked his driver's license and found that he was indeed 21, as he had claimed when I met him in the truck stop lounge last night. I had stopped for dinner and after deciding to spend the night in the lot, I went for a drink. He was seated at the bar, looking innocent. I sat a stool down, and asked him if he was even old enough to be in. I knew that my juices were pooling walled up behind my bald labia but I wasn't leaking—yet.I hung my underwear under my skirt so they wouldn't be on view. It's a strange expression of modesty in the circumstance I know.I, like most people, get completely undressed two or three times a day and usually didn't think about it. Standing in the sterile little antiseptic room with no clothes on is different. I am very aware of my nakedness and my skin tingles.The paper poncho comes down to about my. I found myself drawn to that bench everyday at lunch waiting for a look of you always happy that you were there like clockwork 12 o’clock never varied. I did this everyday for a month. And then one day I got the news.I got the temp job I cannot believe that I got the job. I would be working with him every day. I had to sit or fall my legs could not hold me.What was I going to wear / Would he like me? All this ran through my mind as I sat there.Working temp jobs is hard but I enjoy them, they. If you do, I won't let you spy anymore." There was no way I was going to miss Kathy fucking a new guy, so I made my way upstairs to our bedroom to await their arrival. The minutes seem to creep by, but finally, after what seemed like days, I heard the garage door opener's mechanical whine and the creaking of the heavy garage door. Peeking of the bedroom window, I saw Kathy's car pull into the garage and I saw another car park in front of our house. After a few agonizing minutes, I heard the.