by Lexi Archer
“Of course not,” he croaked out. He seemed to be having trouble talking. Good. That meant I was really getting to him.
As we got closer to the cab I reached down and started pulling up on my top, conscious of Kyle’s eyes on me as he tried to watch both me and the road at the same time. It occurred to me that this might be just a little dangerous distracting him like that, and so I reached out and pointed for him to keep his eyes on the road which he did.
Sort of.
I pulled up exposing some of my stomach and leaned back like I had with the last truck looking up at the cab. God I was already getting so hot just thinking about the reaction before it even happened. Thinking of the look that would cross the guy’s face as he glanced down out of habit never thinking there would truly be anything interesting going on in the car next to him and then getting the surprise of a lifetime by seeing some tight hottie pulling her shirt up.
It felt so wrong, it felt so slutty, and it felt so hot!
That hot feeling lasted right up to the moment that I got a good look at the driver and then I was hot because I was blushing rather than hot out of any sort of arousal. I started pulling down on my shirt but not before the older lady who was driving glanced down and did a double take at the sight that greeted her, though it wasn’t the sort of double take I’d imagined. No, that was pure surprise rather than the arousal I was hoping for.
The driver grinned, shook her head, and then wagged her finger at me before Kyle hit the accelerator and the car was past with my embarrassment firmly behind us.
“What happened?” Kyle asked.
Well that explained why he accelerated like that. He must have been watching me and sensed that something was wrong and accelerated. I was so embarrassed, but that wasn’t going to stop me from moving forward with the next truck we passed.
“The driver was a lady,” I said. I slumped down in my seat and crossed my arms in front of me. It wasn’t supposed to work out like that, damn it.
Kyle barked out a laugh before getting a serious mask on his face. I gave him a warning glance but didn’t say anything else. It really was kind of funny now that I thought about it and now that I wasn’t looking up at that lady wagging a scolding finger at me.
Still, damn. I guess that was part of the territory playing with a fantasy like this though.
“So does that mean the fun is over for now?” Kyle asked with a sigh that let me know exactly how he felt about the fun being over.
“Hell no,” I said. “There’s another truck up there and they can’t all have lady drivers.”
“Gotcha,” Kyle said, and then he was accelerating again. Ten minutes later we were pulling up alongside the semi with clear roads ahead and behind other than the trucks in the right lane. This isn’t something I would’ve felt comfortable trying if we were in the middle of heavy traffic both because of the danger and because I didn’t want anyone in a regular car to see me for some reason. Was that a little fucked up? Was it splitting hairs? Sure, but I didn’t care.
“Pull up alongside this one,” I said. “I want to make sure so we don’t have another incident.”
Kyle obliged by pulling up next to the tractor giving me a good look before I did anything potentially embarrassing again. Looking up I saw gray hair, but the last truck proved that didn’t mean anything. Then the driver turned and looked down at me and did a double take, but not because it was a lady seeing a pretty girl trying to take her clothes off.
No, that was a guy, decently good looking compared to the other guy I saw which honestly wasn’t saying much, and the look he gave me was strictly the look of a guy who was seeing a girl and liking what he saw. And why not? I was fucking hot. Maybe that was egotistical, but I spent enough time exercising to make sure that was the case and I figured I could enjoy the confidence boost that came from that.
The car started to pull forward as the truck driver grinned at me and I held out a hand to stop Kyle.
“Sorry,” he said. “I figured that was a no-go since you weren’t saying anything.”
“Oh no,” I said. “This one is definitely a go. Are you ready?”
Kyle licked his lips and his eyes left the road long enough to run up and down my body. I knew enough about his fantasies, about what he liked, to know exactly what he was thinking. The same thing I was thinking. That it was hot having another guy staring at me with pure lust, wanting me, needing me.
“I’m ready,” he said. The car slowed a bit as he started pacing the truck. I looked up and the driver was glancing down again with a grin on his face.
Oh yeah, I think he knew what was going on when a car slowed down like that and started pacing him. My pulse quickened as I thought about what I was about to do even as his grin widened as my hands moved up to the tie holding my halter top on. It was time. This was the moment of truth. I was about to cross a line we never had before while playing this game. Sure it wasn’t much of a line since it was just flashing a guy, but it sure as hell felt major from the way my body was reacting and going into an aroused overdrive!
The tie came undone in my hands and I hesitated for one moment longer. I could always stop. I could just tie it back up. I could forget all about this craziness and we could go on to our destination and never think about it again.
I looked up at the trucker who was glancing down every few seconds while trying to keep his eyes on the road at the same time and admittedly doing a better job of it than my husband who was glancing over at me then back to the road and swerving ever so slightly, but not to the point that I felt we were in any danger with a wide open road all around us.
I didn’t think. I just did. I let the straps holding my halter top on fall down and then my tits sprang free. My nipples were straining out in the cool air conditioned air. They were straining out because I was so turned on knowing there were two sets of eyes on me devouring the sight. My husband sitting next to me probably not believing I was actually doing something like this and that trucker next to us staring down at what was probably one of the nicer pairs of tits he’d seen on the road even if I was tooting my own horn.
What can I say? I had a nice set of tits. I figured it wasn’t egotistical to think that if it was just the truth.
“What’s he doing?” Kyle asked.
I looked from my husband up to the trucker who was staring down at me intently. I winked up to him and he licked his lips and then gave me a thumbs up.
“He’s staring down at me,” I said. “Probably thinking about what he’d like to do to my tits if he was seeing me in person.”
“Yeah? Thinking about how much he wants to fuck you?”
I sighed. I really was getting hot from this. Ridiculously hot. I didn’t know it would be possible for me to get this turned on just from a little bit of exhibitionism, but here we were. If I’d known it would be this much fun I might have tried this a long time ago! Damn!
“You know he is,” I said. Again, it wasn’t like the idea of actually fucking the guy was a turn on. He was more attractive than the other truckers but that wasn’t saying something considering the scale we were using. It was more the idea that another guy would be feeling that sort of lust, that sort of strong emotion, when he looked at me.
Yeah, that more than anything else was what was getting me. What was really getting me. I was feeling a tingle running up and down my body. I felt a pulsing between my legs. Not as powerful as what I felt when I was having some fun with Kyle, but it was still pretty damn intense.
“God baby, I think I’m coming,” I gasped.
“Really? Holy shit!”
I looked up once more. The guy was looking at the road. Damn it. I needed him looking down here at me and not paying attention to the road like some sort of responsible driver or something! It was mid afternoon on a weekday and there was nobody on the road anyways! Then he looked back down at me and was staring at my chest and holy shit there it was. There was what I needed.
My legs clenched as though I had a vibrator down
there on my pussy only of course there was nothing of the sort. That did give me an idea for something to do the next time I tried out this exhibitionist streak, but for the moment all I could think about was the fire ripping through my body. The explosions starting at my pussy and radiating out across my nerve endings at the speed of light.
I squeezed my eyes shut and my mouth opened and I was gasping as I reached up to feel my tits with one hand and reached down to give myself some sort of stimulation between my legs, though the stimulation wasn’t really necessary. No, all I needed was the thought of that guy staring down at me with pure lust in his heart. All I needed was the thought of him watching me while I was coming thinking about that. All I needed was the thought of Kyle sitting next to me staring with wide eyes as his wife came from nothing more than being watched.
Fuck!
It was a quickie. I suppose even the force of that fantasy wasn’t going to be enough to get me through a real mind blowing orgasm. Still, that was one more orgasm than I was expecting when I started this little teasing game.
I looked up at the trucker one last time and blew him a kiss. He let off a couple of honks from his horn in appreciation and I grinned. He probably usually did that for families in minivans doing that old elbow motion to get him to honk the horn, but he probably appreciated my method a hell of a lot more!
Then Kyle accelerated and we were leaving the driver behind. I put myself back in order and glanced over to Kyle who was staring at me in disbelief.
“Did you like the show? Because I think our driver buddy sure did!”
“Holy shit Leslie!” he gasped. “I can’t fucking wait for us to get back to the hotel!”
3: Overbooked
I was in a state by the time we pulled into the hotel. Talk about one hell of a distracting ride! Leslie probably flashed about ten truckers by the time we were done with the three hour trip, and it was so fucking hot knowing she was sitting right next to me in the car showing off her treasures to the world!
Then there was the stretch where she pulled her top down and just stayed like that while we were driving along the road. It was hard to keep my attention on the road when I knew she was right beside me completely topless and anyone we passed could look over and see her at any moment!
One particularly delicious moment came when we passed a minivan and a dad type looked over and went wide-eyed. Then the guy’s wife realized what was happening and started smacking him while giving us the finger as I accelerated and we laughed going past them.
Talk about one hell of an experience! It really got the blood pumping down to a particular piece of my anatomy, if you catch my drift!
Hell, her showing off like that was even more intense than the time she decided it would be fun to fish my cock out and play with it, meanwhile the entire time she was doing that I was wondering who the hell this was and what she’d done with my wife because she usually never got hot and bothered like this. Not that I was going to question it all that much. No, I wasn’t going to look that gift horse in the mouth!
I was almost disappointed when we got to the hotel. It meant there would be no more of our fun on the open road. It meant that we were back to a simple weekend away, and it was a testament to how naughty she was being that the idea of having a weekend away from everything suddenly seemed like less fun than the actual weekend!
“So what did you think of the drive out here hon?” she asked.
I looked over at her once I’d pulled the car into its parking space. I glanced around the parking lot to see if there was anyone else around, but it seemed deserted for the moment. We were getting here early enough that most people were probably still out at work or whatever it was people staying at hotels during a weekday did.
I didn’t answer her. At least not with words. No, I launched myself at her and she let out a delighted squeal as my hands were all over her. As I explored her body in a way that had been denied to me for the past three hours which had sent me into a sexual frenzy. Which made me need her more now than I ever had before save for maybe our wedding night when she decided it would be fun if we didn’t have sex for a month leading up to that night just so it would seem more special.
Yeah, I was even more turned on than that night, and that was saying something!
My lips descended on hers and then we were making out even though it wasn’t exactly convenient considering the center console was in between us. I didn’t care. I’d take a little bit of discomfort if that meant getting to feel her against me. Getting to taste her. I wasn’t going to let a little thing like some discomfort get in the way of all the fun that I desperately needed to have with my wife.
If I could have I would’ve fucked her right there in the parking lot, but that wasn’t too terribly practical. For one it was still the middle of the day and I was sure people would be walking around even if they weren’t around at the moment. For another there just wasn’t a convenient way to get it on in my subcompact car. Bench seats this thing did not have.
When I pulled away from her it was more because I needed to get her into our hotel room as soon as possible than because of any desire to put a hold on what we were up to. No, I needed to get her someplace where I could fuck her and I needed to do it now!
“Oh my. I think somebody was turned on by my little highway display,” she said with a smile.
“You have no fucking idea baby,” I replied.
“So are you ready to continue some of the fun? Because I know I am!”
My cock lurched at her words. Ready to continue the fun? You bet your ass I was ready to continue the fun! I was ready to throw her down on our hotel bed and have my way with her repeatedly. After the performance she just gave out there on the open road I was ready to retire to our hotel room and spend the rest of our three day weekend doing nothing but talking and fantasizing about all the naughty things she’d just done while I fucked her brains out!
“Yeah, I think I could go for some more fun,” I said.
I could go for a hell of a lot more fun. The only problem was when we got to the front desk there were two guys who looked like they were either in college or very recently graduated hunched over a computer screen and barely paying attention to us.
“So what are we going to do?” the first one, the younger looking of the two in a hotel polo, was asking the second one who looked a little older and was in a suit and tie instead. It was easy to pick out who was the manager and who was the minion in this situation.
“I don’t know, it’s that stupid online system that caused it,” the tie said. He didn’t look much older. He still had what I liked to think of as his “college body” on him. A guy who still exercised or was coasting on all the exercising he did in school and hadn’t yet developed the gut that usually came with a few years out in the workforce.
“Well if we don’t have enough rooms…”
Their conversation lowered at that point but that didn’t bode well for us. I turned to Leslie. “Did you hear that? I ordered our room online. Hope that doesn’t affect us.”
“It’s going to be hard to find out if we can’t even get their attention,” Leslie said. Then a smile split her face. “Though I can think of one way to maybe get them over here.”
And before I could say anything she was moving up to the desk which was conveniently at waist level and leaning over the thing. She was smiling, but more importantly leaning over like that caused her halter top to fall forward revealing a generous expanse of her cleavage while at the same time she thrust her ass up in the air in a very nice way that showed off the curves quite nicely thank you very much.
It seemed to work, too. Both guys seemed to have that sixth sense that all guys have when there is a hot girl in the vicinity showing off what the good Lord gave her, and both of them glanced over to the desk and their eyes went wide when they saw what was waiting for them.
Meanwhile my cock was throbbing both because of the view I was privy to and because it was so fucking hot watching them stari
ng at my wife like that. Watching their eyes running over her body. When we were in the car I could only imagine what those truckers looked like when they glanced over and saw a beautiful woman flashing her goods to them, although I guess I did get to see how the guy in the minivan and his wife reacted, but now I was being treated to a front row seat as Leslie put on a show.
In an instant they were falling all over one another to see who could get over to the computer set into the desk fast enough. I would have laughed at the situation if it wasn’t such an electric moment. If it wasn’t such an erotically charged moment for me. Leslie hardly ever acted like this even though she was a huge fan of the dirty talk, and if this was the only weekend that she ever acted like a free spirit like this then I wanted to enjoy every damn minute of it!
Of course I also desperately hoped it wasn’t the last time something like this happened. No, if planning a three day weekend was all it took to get her to act like this then I was definitely going to be planning more vacations in the near future!
“Hi! I’m Chris. Can I help you?” the first guy, the younger college looking one in the polo shirt asked.
Only he didn’t get a chance to help. No, the manager showed up and brushed the younger guy aside. I suppose rank hath its privilege and all that good stuff. The younger guy in the polo looked disappointed for the space of a breath, but he was more than happy to move back a bit from his manager and continue enjoying the view while manager dude had to at least look at the monitor some of the time while he was helping us and checking out my woman.
“I think you can,” Leslie said flashing him her most winning smile. I also noticed that she shifted ever so slightly which repositioned her top so that the guy was getting one hell of a view straight down. I leaned back against the desk and just enjoyed the show wondering if he could see clear to her nipples. I knew it was possible with that kind of shirt, but not knowing whether or not he was seeing everything on my wife in the moment was driving me crazy.
