Not-So-Boring Roadtrip

After I graduated, I went off to college and my high school boyfriend moved to a city several hours from me. We'd officially broken up, unable to maintain the long-distance relationship thing. But we still loved each other, and loved fucking each other. We kept in touch with plenty of phone sex and dirty emails.

One weekend I decided to make the long drive to visit him. In preparation, I shaved meticulously, then chose my shortest, skimpiest sundress. At the last minute, I decided against wearing panties. Thrumming with excitement, I set off on my roadtrip.

About three quarters of the way to my destination, I was bored out of my mind. The scenery was monotonous, I was tired of all my music, I was dying to be there already. I thought about the things I wanted to do to my boyfriend when we were finally together again, all the wonderful things I couldn't wait for him to do to me. My fingers played along the hem of my sundress, stroking along the smooth skin of my inner thigh. 

Passing a semi-truck on the two-lane highway, I suddenly became inspired. Right as I caught up to the cab where the driver sat, I slowed until I matched his speed. Then spread my legs a bit, hiked my dress up a little further, and kept stroking my thigh. I lingered there for a few more seconds and then, face flushed and heart racing, I hit the gas and sped back up. 

I couldn't believe what I'd done. I was so young, sex was still so new and exciting, and I had never done anything quite this exhibitionistic before. Even though I'd chickened out early, I liked the feeling it gave me. It made my pussy throb to think about the truck driver looking down into my car, seeing my spread legs, hoping my dress would ride up a little more before I sped out of view. I had been too scared to even glance up and see if he'd seen me. I wanted more.

Several miles down the road, my chance appeared again as I prepared to pass another truck. This time I made sure to glance up and get a good look at the driver. This guy was way older than me, grey-haired, with a bushy beard and a ball gut straining under his tight t-shirt. He was broad-shouldered and big and rough looking. I nudged my dress up more and coasted to match his speed.

After a few seconds of rubbing my thigh, I spread my legs even more and slid my hand up to my pussy. As I slid my fingers across my folds, I couldn't believe how wet I'd become. My fingers probed inside me and then pressed on my hardening clit. 

I chanced a quick glance up to the truck driver, and sure enough, it looked like he was watching. I was too scared to look too long and make eye contact. But I wasn't quite ready to end the show. As I kept touching myself, I realized my hand was probably blocking his view. So I lifted my dress up more and played with my clit with just one finger, holding the hem of my skirt well out of the way, spreading my legs as far as the seat would allow. It felt incredible. The fear and the exhilaration made me lightheaded and breathless. My pussy ached to be fucked, to feel a cock sliding into its throbbing wetness. After another minute or so of touching myself, I reached my limit of bravery and sped up again, pulling my dress back down to cover myself, wiping the wetness on my fingers onto the hem.

For the short remainder of the drive, I fantasized about the truck driver. I imagined what he'd look like naked, huge and hairy and burly, enormous strong hands, a thick cock with bulging veins running along its shaft. I pictured him wrapping his large hand around his erection and stroking himself as he remembered seeing the girl in the car playing with her sweet young pussy for him. I wanted him to want me, to imagine tasting my juices and plunging his fat cock into my wet folds. I wanted the memory of me to bring him to ecstasy.

When I finally arrived at my boyfriend's place, I was beyond ready to be fucked. We had barely said hello and closed the door behind me, and I had him pinned against the wall, kissing him hard. I grabbed his hand and dragged it under my dress, pressing him against my aching cunt.

"You're not wearing any panties," he breathed as he caressed me. "Oh Jesus, you're so wet already. Fuck, you're so hot. So ready for me."

I grinded myself hard against his stroking hand, but it wasn't enough. I needed to cum and I needed it NOW, no time to wait for his slow touches to bring me to a slow buildup. I reached between my legs and shoved his hand out of the way, roughly rubbing my clit in rapid circles. Within seconds I exploded, the pleasure coursing through me as I whimpered out short, low moans with every burst of contractions through my throbbing pussy.

"Wow," he murmured as I caught my breath. He was smiling. What an ego boost it must have been to see me so ravenous and desperate. He didn't have to know that it wasn't him that had turned me on, but a random old trucker on the highway. We spent the whole weekend naked, pausing our fucking only for brief breaks for food and naps, and it was lovely. Only a few times I closed my eyes and imagined the cock fucking me was the big burly trucker's. My boyfriend never knew.