‘It’s a treat seeing you strapped up,’ he said, playfully. ‘You keep rubbing yourself, babe. I could use a little inflight entertainment.’
He suddenly turned to look in his wing-mirror.
‘Shit,’ he swore, and slowed down to let Robert’s black Merc pull up level with them. Julia felt a warm breeze float in as he wound down the window, and heard Robert shout something she couldn’t catch. Joe gave him a thumbs-up in response.
As the Merc revved and speeded up to pass them Julia noticed Robert was alone in the car. Unlike the rest of the crew, crammed into lorry cabs and backseats, Robert obviously didn’t like to share his journey with anyone else. She watched as he slowed at each driver’s window to pass on his message, finally taking up the head of the convoy.
‘What’s happening?’ she asked.
‘You’d better hold on tight, sweetheart. There’s rain forecast for this afternoon so we need to gun it up there as fast as possible.’
‘You’re worried about the weather?’
‘You ever tried to put up a tent in a storm?’ Joe was concentrating firmly on his driving now, and Julia slid back in her seat to watch the countryside slip past in a green blur, frustration making her clamp her legs together. She was dying to lean over and turn Joe on, but wasn’t sure if he’d rebuff her. Since their encounter last week he’d been friendly, but she was pretty sure their relationship wouldn’t be anything more serious than the occasional boisterous fuck. He’d flirted with her pretty openly, but Julia had the sense that he was holding back somehow. One afternoon, as he was teaching her to juggle, he’d started by holding her hands out in front of her and pressing his length against her back, so she could feel his cock bobbing lightly against her arse. It had been a struggle to keep her co-ordination, wrapped in his bear hug and trying to concentrate on throwing. Just as she thought things were going to get seriously dirty though, Joe had dropped her arms and moved away. When Julia looked up, surprised, she saw Robert walking away from them. Had he somehow told Joe to back off? Julia remembered Sylvie’s warning – about Robert keeping ‘a very close’ eye on them – and felt a familiar prickle of anger at the his manipulative ways.
‘Does Robert have some kind of “no fucking” rule?’ she blurted out.
Joe was changing gear as the convoy approached a roundabout that would take them onto the motorway. He flicked on the indicator before turning to her.
‘Of a kind. But there’s ways round it. It doesn’t matter what we do in down time, so long as the show doesn’t suffer. Basically he wants to keep us all simmering. Thinks if people develop relationships it’ll spoil the show dynamics.’
‘So we’re to be celibate for the whole tour?’
‘No, not quite, babe. There’s exceptions to the rule.’
‘Such as?’
Joe pulled the truck onto the slip road and Julia felt the cab shake as he accelerated, slipping into the slow lane behind another of the circus lorries. He racked up the speed again before answering. Julia studied his glowing, tanned skin and the curve of his biceps as she waited for his response. The man could have been a pin-up, a rough and sexy lumberjack type with three-day stubble and those big rough hands with dirt ingrained under the fingernails. It made Julia want to jump on him, and to hell with the Highway Code. Finally, he answered, voice hoarse.
‘The unspoken law is that you can do what you like so long as there’s more than two people present.’
‘Really? So I can fuck you if someone else is watching?’
‘Yes. Particularly if the someone is Robert.’ Joe’s voice was emotionless, and Julia couldn’t tell what he thought of this idea. Julia gasped, incredulous.
‘He likes to watch? He never joins in?’
‘No.’
‘What is he, then, some kind of peeping Tom?’
‘I think you might call him a voyeur. And he likes to explore the darker side. Likes to keep all his workers open to new experiences.’
Julia paused, thinking this over. The thought of fucking under Robert’s watchful eye was giving her a rush of adrenaline. Her mouth was watering and her heart rate speeding up. She was taken with a sudden desire to test Robert’s rules to the limit.
‘Joe,’ she said, slowly.
‘Yes, mademoiselle?’
‘How fast can this crate go?’
‘You’d be surprised at the horsepower, actually, darlin’.’
‘Good.’
Julia struggled to push the seat belt down around her waist, leaving her top half free. She pulled her vest off in one movement, so she was sitting in her bra, a hot-pink lace concoction trimmed with small bows and underwired so it pushed her tits upward.
‘You’ll make quite an impression if we get pulled over, you know.’ Joe was eyeing her greedily, watching as she pulled open the buttons of her skirt and exposed the sheer net of her matching cerise knickers. ‘Now that is a sight for sore eyes.’
‘Watch me, Joe.’ Julia hardly needed to encourage him, but she felt the sudden need to give him instructions. Talking as she stripped could be a real turn on for Julia, especially as she needed to tell Joe what to do next. Outside the car, the road was heavy with traffic as they approached the exits for Gatwick. Joe was keeping a steady speed up as he turned to watch Julia.
‘You liked watching me strapped up, you said?’
As he watched, she stretched out one leg and carefully slid the belt so that it ran between her legs. Leaning forward and holding the belt so it was tightly wedged between her thighs, Julia stretched out to undo Joe’s flies. He gave a nervous glance at the traffic beside them, but Julia ignored it. She had no intention of rushing this encounter. It was the first time in days she’d been alone with a man, and she was determined to draw the experience out as long as she could.
She lay back, letting the strap dig in deep between her legs, lazily watching the motorway landscape blur past.
‘I love motorways,’ she said dreamily. ‘There’s something kind of sexy about the road, don’t you think?’
‘Julia, you are honestly the first person I’ve ever met who’d describe the M23 as sexy.’
Julia ignored him again, slipping into her daydream as they moved fast through the flat landscape, watching the long grey strip of road spin out ahead of them.
‘Play with yourself, Joe,’ she said quietly, her voice hardly audible over the buzzing and rattling of the truck’s engine. Beside her, Joe obeyed silently, and pulled his cock from his fly so that it rested on his lap while he kept one hand on the wheel. Slowly, he ran his hand over the shaft, glancing at Julia as he started to rub himself. Julia felt her throat tighten as she watched, imagining the feel of his skin as he hardened in his hand. There was something fantastically sexy about the surreptitious sex play they were conducting in broad daylight. Around them, cars sped by, intent on their destinations, the drivers and passengers oblivious to the dirty antics of the two people in the truck. The cab was a good two feet higher off the ground than most cars, so Julia knew that only their top halves were visible. As Joe slowly played with his cock, letting it stiffen and bulge to its full length, Julia bent her knees and braced her feet against the dashboard. She let her knees fall open, so that the crotch of her knickers was exposed to the breeze coming in from the wound-down window.
‘I love the feel of the wind against my skin,’ she said, knowing that Joe was acutely aware of her movements. She could hear him struggling to stay in control, breathing hard through his nose and slowing the movements of his hand.
‘I think I’m getting used to having a bare pussy,’ she mused, pulling her knickers to the side so that her slit was covered only by the wide black band of the seat belt. The edge of the belt pressed tightly into her skin, exciting her further as she rocked her hips gently to feel the webbing brushing against her clit. Since Eva had waxed her, Julia had been blown away by the increased sensitivity. The slightest movement, even walking, produced a gentle friction on her skin. She would feel a slight tingle every so o
ften to remind her of the smooth, tender flesh between her legs and it gave her a little thrill of exposure. Now, lying back on the slippery faux leather seats of Joe’s Bedford, she felt the air – warm, and laced with dusty exhaust smoke circulate around the folds and crevices of her cunt, stroking her as lightly as Joe’s eyes were. He was half driving and half watching Julia, curious to get a glimpse of how wet she was.
‘Eyes on the road, cowboy,’ Julia admonished. She was enjoying her slow torment of Joe as much as the feel of being naked while surrounded by oblivious motorists. ‘I want you to concentrate on driving for a minute.’ Although Joe was in the driver’s seat, Julia knew that she was the one in control. She instructed him to speed up and overtake the vans in front. As they sailed past the dozen or so trucks carrying the circus north, Julia studiously ignored their drivers. She knew they could see her wearing just a pink bra and an enigmatic smile, and was tickled at the thought of their imaginations running wild as they watched her and Joe steadily move forwards up the convoy, till they were running alongside Robert’s black Merc.
‘Keep us level with him, Joe.’ Julia looked to the side to make sure Robert was aware of them. He was. She could see him staring up at her as he kept at a steady sixty miles an hour, hands calmly resting on the steering wheel, face impassive – but definitely interested. Now Julia felt her heart beat faster. Did she dare to play this game? Their truck was straddling the middle lane, she could hear the engine straining to keep up speed. If she was going to make her move she had to do it now.
Keeping her eyes locked on Robert through his closed window, she reached down and with deliberate slowness peeled back the lacy tops of her bra cups. Her breasts were squeezed upwards by the restrictive fabric, nipples jutting out like two glossy cherries.
‘Julia, you’re going to get us arrested.’ Joe sounded more turned on than anxious. ‘Or fired.’
Julia turned to give him a smile, licking one finger and letting it trail down her chin, dragging it slowly over her chest and feeling a cold trail of moisture on her skin. Joe’s face had darkened, and his expression became intense with arousal, sweat beading on his upper lip and his Adam’s apple jerking up and down as he swallowed repeatedly. His flies were still unbuttoned, his cock once again springing to attention as Julia played her intimate game of striptease. When she nodded towards his lap, it didn’t take any more prompting for him to grip himself firmly and start working the shaft of his cock.
‘Keep it going, Joe. I’ve got a little audience here to entertain as well as you.’
Robert’s Merc had windows that were slightly tinted, and through the dark turquoise glass she couldn’t tell if he had a hard-on or not. No matter, she thought, I’m going to get off even if he doesn’t. Looking down so that she was sure Robert would get an eyeful of her tits jiggling away with the vibrations of the engine, Julia pinched each nipple with her moistened fingers and rolled them between her fingertips till they were hard. She let her mouth fall open, licking her lips so that they were as pink and shining as the stiff points of her nipples.
Outside, Robert had locked his eyes on her, throwing frequent glances to the road to make sure he wasn’t slipping over onto the hard shoulder. Julia felt like a siren, luring the two men from steering their course and captivating them with glimpses of her secret treasures. The only frustration was that she couldn’t touch either of them; a middle seat, not to mention the gear stick and brake, separated her from Joe. If she slid over to his side of the cab Robert wouldn’t be able to see her. And she very much wanted him to be watching.
As she moved one hand down between her legs and felt the merciful pressure of her fingers against the seatbelt, a movement from Robert distracted her. Joe let them drop back slightly and she realised he was indicating. Irritated, she looked ahead to see what turn-off he was taking.
A tall blue sign up ahead announced SERVICES.
‘Follow him,’ Julia said instantly, guessing with a thrill that Robert wanted to get a closer view of her and Joe’s peepshow.
They pulled into the large car park to see Robert getting out of his car and walking at an easy pace towards the low featureless concrete building that passed as a truck stop. Julia pulled on her vest, her hands shaking. As Joe cut the engine and silence rushed in around them, she had a sudden moment of panic. They were in the middle of a busy area, not hidden away in the magical atmosphere of the circus enclosure. It was broad daylight, people were coming and going and the noise of the motorway traffic was a brisk rushing just a few hundred yards away. What if she’d misjudged Robert’s reaction?
‘We can always say you just desperately needed a piss.’ Joe seemed to read her mind, but although his words were casual, Julia caught the undercurrent. What he hadn’t said was – ‘If we go in there and Robert doesn’t want to watch us fuck’. Julia shivered, trying not to break the mood with questions. It was a chance she was willing to take, if it meant getting closer in some way to the strange fantasy world that was the inside of Robert’s head.
Jumping down from the truck, she felt how shaky her legs were as she straightened them. It was half from sitting awkwardly in the cab and half from anticipation of what they might be about to do.
Inside the antiseptic tiled foyer of the truck stop, Julia looked around her. She could see no sign of Robert. Heavy-set truckers in sagging denim passed them, giving Julia an appreciative once-over as they did so. She’d forgotten that her breasts were pulled out the top of her bra, hastily covered by her vest. She didn’t realise the very obvious outline of her stiff nipples would magnetically attract the roving eyes of everyone who walked past. Accustomed to male attention and used to bathing in the feel of being a lust-provoking woman, Julia barely noticed their hungry stares.
‘In here.’ Joe’s voice sounded tight and urgent, and he took hold of Julia’s wrist to pull her into the gent’s toilet.
It was a large room, white-tiled and lit with harsh fluorescent tubes that glared down on their reflection. One wall opposite the cubicles was mirrored, and Julia saw Robert leaning against the sinks, hands folded in his lap. Waiting patiently. He looked up as they approached him, unsmiling and silent.
Julia’s heart was hammering so hard she was sure the other two men could hear it. The tension between them was so high you could almost touch it. Joe was hanging back behind her, eyeing Robert warily. In her head, she pleaded with him to break the silence. Instead, he stood back and inclined his head towards the sinks, seeming to direct Julia to move that way. Was she about to be unceremoniously sacked? She moved to the sinks and propped herself against them, feeling the ice cold of the china against her buttocks.
Robert leant back against the wall and folded his arms. Julia had a sudden flashback to her audition as she waited anxiously for his reaction.
‘I think it’ll be easier here to show me what you were trying to do in the truck, Julia.’ Was there a trace of admonition in his voice?
‘Joe, why don’t you help her get started?’
Tentatively, Joe approached and stood facing Julia. She looked at his face. The swarthy complexion and sky blue eyes gave him a look of such intensity that she caught her breath.
Wordlessly, Joe reached for her vest and peeled it up. Her tits were pulled upwards before they jumped free of the cotton and hung sweetly over the top of her bra. Next he leant down, his bulky frame moving with surprising delicacy as he gently lifted the hem of her skirt to expose the small triangle of cerise net that half obscured her pubis.
‘Turn her round, Joe. Let’s get a look at that peachy arse of hers.’ Robert spoke as though he were asking Joe to fix scaffolding, his voice betraying not the slightest tremor.
Julia felt Joe’s big spade-like paws grip her waist and push her slowly round. Now she was facing the mirror, her half-naked body lit by the white glare of the overhead lights, and her face flushed. She noticed the feverish shine in her eyes, and Joe leaning back to appreciate the round curves of her bottom, the thin strip of her G-string cutting in b
etween the cheeks of her arse. A few feet behind them, Robert was simultaneously admiring her rump.
Julia could hardly breathe. The sterile atmosphere of the washroom and the faint stinging smell of male urine added to the impersonal, almost scientific feel of the moment. She had the fleeting impression she was being examined by doctors, her most intimate parts under their intense scrutiny, her arousal clear for them to see. Joe tugged at the elastic of her flimsy knickers, letting them fall around her ankles. Now she felt more exposed than ever. Anyone could walk in. She imagined the rough gazes of truck drivers raking over her, reaching deep between her legs to the wet pink flower of her sex.
As she watched Robert in the mirror, standing motionless behind them, Julia felt the softest touch of a finger stroking down the cleft of her arse, to dip into the opening of her sex. Bucking against Joe’s hand, she gasped with an urgent need to feel something inside her. With pleasure she felt his index finger sink in and rub around inside her, reaching as deep as it could. Julia leant forward so her tits were hanging over the sink, spreading her legs wider so as to almost beg Joe to fuck her.
There was a moment of suspense. Julia listened as a zipper was undone and Joe pulled himself free. She took a deep breath as he removed his finger, only to replace it with the head of his cock, nudging it roughly against her lips, then sinking slowly deep inside her. She heard herself groan with relief as his wonderfully thick member filled her cunt. Pushing her ass up in the air she let him angle himself into her and braced herself against the sink, gripping hard on the slippery porcelain as Joe started to rhythmically thump into her. His balls slapped against her as he fucked her deeply, and she felt the corresponding jolt in her tits as they swung freely over the sink.
Getting lost in the feeling of Joe and her swaying together, grinding his cock in and out till she felt like she was being thoroughly fucked, Julia watched hypnotically in the mirror as Robert approached. Was he going to join in? Touch her? Julia craved to feel his cock on her, his mouth against hers, his tongue running over her lips. Perhaps he’d abandoned his strict principles for the first time; he was so close to them, close enough for her to smell the sweet fresh tang of his aftershave. Robert leant in over Julia’s prone figure and she almost wept as he stretched out his arm. Her nipples burned in anticipation of his touch.
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