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Jerking Off Kind of High Up in My Pickup Truck

Posted by: jstfrths Age: 50 Posted on: 03 May 2016 3 comments
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I was waiting for my wife in a restroom near a walkway over a freeway, so I wandered over above the traffic and idly looked down. At one point, i saw a car go by under me, and although the reflections on his windshield made it tough to see for sure, it certainly looked like he had his penis out of his pants and was jerking off. Well, how come I never thought of that? I'm in a business in which I spend hours driving in my pickup truck, and I could have wanking all these years while driving! Over the next few days, I thought about it. But I felt the seat was too high compared to the side windows, and figured people would see me. Not that that's such a bad thing, but the thought of it scared me into, well, doing nothing. One day, my hornyness got the better of me, and on an empty stretch of back country road, I undid my belt, unzipped, and started touching my dick. It was no big deal really, because my shirt was totally covering the action. Still, it scared me silly. And elated me at the same time. I didn't get hard, and rezipped after only a couple of minutes. Within a few days, I was doing it regularly, especially after dark, and on the back country roads. And I was getting erect. But I was also starting to get bolder. I'd do it in traffic, but quickly make sure my shirt was covering everything when pulling up to traffic lights. I never came. I came close, but I didn't cum. I much enjoyed the practice I was getting at edging. In fact, I got so good I could have orgasmic contractions without squirting anything out. And the best part of that is I stayed hard and could do it again and again, every few minutes. Except, one day, on the way to an appointment, i went too far and squirted cum all over my shirt and pants. I had to miss that appointment. I drove all of the 30 miles back home to put on clean clothing and went to the next appointment, phoning the guy at the place I missed and setting up an appointment for the next day. On the way to the next appointment, I tried really hard to figure out what I was going to tell my wife about my cum-stained clothing. I needn't have bothered. When I got home, it was still in the hamper. I did the wash, and she was thankful, although perhaps a bit surprised. I used to hate the driving part of my job. Now I love it.