Yeah, so this one is a fantasy. We had stopped at a rest-stop on a recent trip and I went to use the loo. On my way out, alone in the dark, I encountered this cliche of a guy in biker leathers. He stared so openly and insolently at me, and bam, my inner slut woke up. In that split second, I let my imagination take over and felt this delicious sense of fear, saw danger in his eyes. He stared me down, cold and brash, rude. I wonder if he could read what was going on in my head by how I looked at him. I just had to explore the encounter. The story is in the buildup, the fucking is just an after-thought.