The sun was high in the sky when we pulled into the rest stop – surrounded by trucks, cars, and passersby, none of whom suspected the tension vibrating between us. The wind smelled of asphalt, gasoline, and adventure. I felt the stranger's gaze beside me – calm, attentive, full of unspoken anticipation. Outside, engines roared; inside, there was silence. Only the soft crackling of the air between us, that moment where reality and fantasy blurred. I began to play with myself. The thought that others were so close made every breath more intense, every smile more dangerous. It was a silent game – a dance of curiosity, courage, and longing – in the glare of daylight, hidden yet so visible. All the truck drivers could see how hard I was going at it! With my big, natural tits against the window.