The Truckers Reststop

I had to work yesterday, it was Saturday,I had made plans to spend the day being the slutty little whore for the whole day, but work got in the way. I came home felt tried so I soaked in the tub, shaving my legs and puss yass and gurly clit. The weather was bad all day, when I finally decided to Fem myself up it was already 8pm, so I thought what the heck I'll drive up the Interstate just north of Seattle to a truckers rest stop I have gone too before. The weather had cleared up a bit, so I was hoping for some fun. I dressed in my short wrap around skirt, red thong panties, red Bra, and a shear red Blouse, and Heels. I decided not to wear nylons so my legs could feel the night air as I drove up the Freeway. When I drive I like making sure my skirt is pulled up to my waist so all the truckers who are driving by me can see all of my legs and panties. I always get a few honks from truckers as I pass by them. Anyway it was almost 9pm when I finally got to the rest stop. I like going to this one because on weekends there are usually atleast 7 to 10 Semi-trucks parked there, and 5 or 6 single guys parked in their cars looking to get lucky. It's a well known cruising spot for gays, Bi's , and straight truckers who are away from their wives and girl friends and in need of a quick fuck or BJ. It's very nice there since the are trails that led you away into the woods where you can get as lewd as you dare.
I got out of my car and walked ever so slowly passed all the truckers and the 4 other parked cars as the men stared, eventually making my way to the trail leading into the woods. By the time I reach the trail 3 of the 4 men who had been sitting in their cars, had already gotten out and were slowly following me, along with 2 of the truckers.
I walked down the path to a picnic table, and pretended to be adjusting the straps on my High Heels. As soon as the first guy got there he said, "Hi sweet thing, you look hot". I turned and said, " I'm as Hot as you would want me to be, if you don't sharing me with everyone else."
He had his hand in his pants pocket, massaging his cock, so I reached out and rubbed the outline of his bulge, and sat down on the bench of the picnic table unzipping his fly.