Cyndi pondered her options as she sat in the car. She knew she was lucky to have not been run in and she knew she was in no condition to continue driving on. She was coming down off the adrenaline rush from the entire incident. She had to go to the bathroom, so she grabbed her purse and headed towards the rest rooms. As she approached the facilities, she stopped at the phone booths and dialed the first number that popped into her head.
Frank Minowitz answered the phone on the third ring. Frank was a close friend of Cyndi and George McAllister. His wife also happened to be George's campaign manager. Carolyn Minowitz was a vivacious, witty, and savvy campaign manager. Carolyn and George spent a lot of time on the road, effectively gathering support. Carolyn's 38-26-32 figure, her pert C cup breasts, her luscious lips, and her young age always made Cyndi wonder what went on while they were "on the road" together? Cyndi would lie awake many nights imagining George and Carolyn entwined in each other's arms. She would console herself imagining getting revenge by sleeping with Frank. Those nights always ended up with Cyndi bringing herself to orgasm as she masturbated, thinking of Frank's virile cock plunging her depths.
Cyndi detailed her situation to Frank, and Frank eagerly agreed that he should pick Cyndi up and escort her home. Frank knew where the rest stop was, and told Cyndi to stay out of sight, and he would be there shortly. He quickly got dressed and jumped into his Mercedes and headed to rescue Cyndi.
Cyndi quickly relieved herself and headed back to her car. As she waited, the image of the officer popped back into her mind. The image of the bulge in his pants immediately brought a smile to her face and a slight tingle between her legs. The more she thought about him, the wetter she became. Cyndi began thinking about Frank. She was getting wetter! Cyndi had to fight the urges to let her hand wander between her legs.
Only a short time had passed when Frank had pulled up next to Cyndi's car. Frank helped Cyndi from the car and into the passenger seat. He made sure Cyndi's car was locked up before he climbed back in and sped away. As they sped down the interstate Cyndi rambled on about what had happened. At one point, Cyndi grabbed onto Frank's arm and sidled up next to him. Cyndi abruptly changed her demeanor, and squeezed Frank's arm.
"Frank?" She gazed at his profile as he continued concentrating on the road, "Are you happy with your marriage to Carolyn?" Cyndi lightly stroked his driving arm.
Frank quickly twisted his face and looked at Cyndi questioningly. "Of course. Why do you ask?"
Cyndi continued lightly brushing his arm, causing the golden hairs to stand nearly on end. "Do you ever wonder what goes on while Carolyn is out on the road?" Cyndi moved in closer to Frank, resting her head on his shoulder, her hot breath tickling his ears. "Do you think she sits alone in those hotel rooms at night? Do you ever wonder how she convinces the union leaders to vote for my husband? How about when they go to the colleges, do you ever wonder if the frat boys show her around? C'mon Frank, you can tell me! Have you ever imagined Carolyn and George together?" Cyndi was nibbling on his ear as he was driving down the road. "Do you think she kisses George like this?" Cyndi kissed his neck and trailed her way to his lips.
Frank stopped her before she made contact with his lips. "C'mon Cyndi, you've had too much to drink, and you don't mean what you're saying! He found it more and more difficult to concentrate on the road. Cyndi was coming onto him hard, and Frank was afraid to admit that she was having an effect! She was making him hard!
Cyndi calmly ignored his protest. "Ah Frank! The truth comes out when you're drunk! That's what you need! You need to get drunk!" Cyndi just happened to glance down and saw the growing bulge in Frank's trousers. Between the booze and her horniness, Cyndi made a brazen move. She dropped her hand to Frank's crotch and traced the outline of his member with her finger. After a quick pass, she grasped the shaft. "Ah Frank! I know what else you need!"
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