Strangers on the Northway
New York's route 87 isn't a very busy highway, even on holiday weekends. It's especially empty late on a Friday night. I was alone, and had driven from southern Connecticut almost non-stop. By the time I came upon the Clifton Park rest area I had to piss, but I decided to pass it by and hold on for the next 25 miles. I'd stop at the Glens Falls rest area; holding my piss helped keep me awake, and it made my dick hard; I always like feeling a little horny. When I pulled into the Glens Falls rest...