The Middle Finger

THE MIDDLE FINGER

Here I was stuck
In the worst
Traffic jam imaginable
On the interstate
Where I was creeping
Along at 2 mph
During rush hour.
I needed to get
In that left lane
But it was rather impossible
To edge my way over.
I turned my head
Sharply to the left
Over my shoulder
And saw this lady
In sunglasses
gesturing
With her middle finger
In a rapid
Come hither motion.
I nodded my head,
Squeezed in
And left it at that.
For a mile,
Traffic crawled,
And then saw the sign,
Rest area one mile.
In what seemed like forever,
The off ramp had appeared
In my view.
I signaled and headed in
To take a wicked piss.
As I did, I noticed the lady
That let me cut in front
Was behind me.
I pulled into a parking space,
Got out and headed to the can.
After that, I just got outside
Where I saw the lady by her car
With a blanket on her shoulder,
Again gesturing to me.
I did, she took my hand
And led me into a secluded area,
Released her hand from mine
And spread out the blanket,
Then turned toward me,
Took off all her clothes,
Brushed up against me
With her legs spread a little bit.
She took my hand,
Closed all my fingers
Except for the middle one
And led it slowly into
Her moist crotch.
It was the best
Middle finger usage
In a long time.