Service Station

I had pulled off the M6 for a much-needed brew and a pit-stop. It
was just gone 3am and I was on my way home to Preston from a meeting in
London. I slid into a parking space, grabbed my overnight bag, and went
into the Travelodge, booked in for one night, got a key, and went up to my
room.
I dossed down for a few hours, then got up about 10.00am, starving
hungry. It was now Saturday morning, and I had all day before I was
expected home, so decided to relax for the day.
First I rummaged through my overnight bag, and selected the
underwear for the day ;black silk stockings and suspenders, matching black
silk lacy bra, French knickers, and a black silk slip. Over these, I
slipped on a pair of jeans, T-shirt, and a thin summer jacket. I put on a
bead necklace, which I tucked inside my T-shirt, casual loafers, and I was
ready to go.
I went down to the restaurant and ordered breakfast, bacon, eggs,
beans, toast and coffee, got myself a paper, and found a nice quiet corner.
I tucked into my breakfast, reading the paper, and gradually
relaxed. Peace and quiet and good food always does that to me, and without
thinking, I slipped off my jacket. I carried on with my food, then a few
minutes later, a guy with a tray stopped at my table. He looked to be about
50 years old, well-built without being fat, in other words, pretty much
like me !
"Excuse me," he said politely ,"is this seat taken?" I shook my
head "No, be my guest"
"Thanks , hun" he said, and slid into the seat opposite me. I
thought I'd misheard him, shrugged it off, and carried on eating.
"I don't think I've seen you here before, have I ?" he said.
"No, " I replied, "I'm usually on the northern run, up towards
Glasgow"
"Yes, " he said, "I thought you were a new girl in town! My name is
Kim, by the way". I gaped at him, but he just smiled, and pointed at my
shoulder. I realised that my bra straps were showing through my T-shirt !