The Bread Delivery Guy

Ubicación: C-32 — Spain

Zona / Ruta: C-32

País: Spain

Tipo de lugar: Parking, Park

Protagonistas: Truck Driver, Teacher

Horario: Morning

Idioma: English

That adventure happened a few years ago, but every time I look through the photos, I feel the exact same heat from that moment. I was parked at a rest area, killing time after a long drive. Everything was quiet until a bread delivery van pulled up.

The driver got out, and the second I saw him walk, I knew he had something special. That mix of confidence and exhaustion that comes from daily graft... and a look in his eyes that said everything.

I decided to take a stroll through the small patch of woods next to the area. I found a half-hidden spot with just the right amount of exposure to make things exciting. I stripped down to my underwear—the white ones that always catch the eye. It didn't take him long to approach.

You could tell he was in a rush, but he had more desire than time. Within seconds, his hands were already on me, making it crystal clear he knew exactly what he was there for. He was a straightforward guy, married—he mentioned it almost with pride—and dying to forget about everything, at least for a few minutes.

Everything was quick, intense, almost primal. When he finished, he zipped up, gave me a knowing smile, and walked back to his van. I stayed there for a few seconds, my pulse still racing, knowing that those brief bursts of clandestine desire are what make certain trips truly unforgettable.