Joan’s hands were gripping the sides of her seat, her eyes staring ahead. As I drew level with the cab, I matched the truck’s speed. For a few seconds, we drove side by side, then, again, I heard the blast of a horn. I stayed where I was, driving one-handed, my hand caressing Joan’s soaking pussy. I could feel her wriggling her butt on the seat, then she moved her head and looked up at the truck.
The horn sounded again, and Joan lifted her hands away from her seat and cupped her breasts, running her fingers lightly over her nipples. The horn was now sounding incessantly, and Joan was squirming on her seat with excitement.
Suddenly, I pressed the accelerator, hard and shot away. The sound of the horn, and the sight of flashing headlights, signalled the truck-driver’s appreciation as he rapidly receded into the distance.
Joan sank back in her seat, and pulled her shell-top closed.
“Ohhhh,” she said, her voice quavering with excitement. “Oh, I’ve always wanted to do that. Oh, Jesus, Kyle – that was so exciting!”
Her hand disappeared inside her top, and she moaned in pleasure as she caressed her bare breasts. Her other hand slid down the front of her shorts.
“You just drive, now, Kyle – I have to do something about this – now! Just get me home as quick as you can – my finger’s only a substitute for the real thing!”
But I couldn’t help asking, as I returned my ‘other’ hand to the wheel – “Did you see the guy?”
“Oh, yes,” she shuddered, as her fingers plunged down her shorts. “He was looking right down at my tits and, when I lifted them up, he made that sign that meant he wanted to fuck me! Oh, please don’t let him catch us up, Kyle, or I’ll have to let him take me into his cab and play with my big tits and fuck me … ohhhhhhhhh!”
Her body jerked convulsively and her head shot forward as she doubled up in the throes of a huge orgasm.
“Ohhhhhh,” she breathed again, a long while later, as she straightened up. “Ohhhhh, that was soooooooo good.”
Acting on a mischievous impulse, I began to drop my speed. The road behind us was empty. I was down to half our previous speed before she noticed.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“I don’t know,” I replied. “I’m losing power, somehow. I’ve plenty gas, so it isn’t that. Oh, well, I’ll just have to wait for that trucker to catch us up, so I can ask him for help!”
“Kyle!” she cried, in sudden alarm, sitting straight up in her seat. “No!”
Her head swivelled, to look out the rear window, just as I stepped on the gas, again, and laughed. Joan swung her arm and punched me on the shoulder.
“You rotten bastard!” she said. “Just for that, I’m sleeping in the spare room tonight!”
“You can run, but you can’t hide!” I laughed. “I’ll come and get you – then you’ll think you’ve been fucked by a dozen truckers!”
I slid my hand over the seat again and nestled it between her thighs, which were, now, a little sticky. Joan murmured contentedly, covering my hand with her own, and we drove home like that.
Our lovemaking that night was enlivened by tales of how the first truck driver had radioed all the other trucks on the freeway about the magnificent tits on display, resulting in our car being surrounded by huge horn-blowing trucks, and Joan having to spend half an hour in the cab of each one before being returned to me, stark naked, and covered in sperm and love-bites, for me to take home…