In the quiet of the rest stop, the lone driver finds solace in his own company. He reclines the seat, his eyes fluttering closed, and his thoughts drift to the intimate moments he's shared with his partner. His hand absently strokes his crotch, feeling the heat and hardness growing there. With a soft sigh, he frees his erection from his jeans, his fist wrapping around the thick shaft. His strokes are slow, deliberate, as he pictures his lover's touch, her lips, her tongue. The car's interior grows warm, condensation fogging the windows as he loses himself in the rhythm, his body tensing as he finds release, his essence spilling out onto his hand.