I've been driving trucks for about ten years and had lots of interesting, sometimes exciting, experiences, but about the most pleasurable happened driving up Interstate 80, heading north in the California Bay Area. Yes, I know most of you think of 80 as an East-West highway, but in that part of California it goes North-South. That's in the East Bay, through Oakland, Berkeley and on up through Vallejo. It was on the highway going through Pinole, a car was going past me and it honked its horn. I thought, "what's the matter now?" and looked down at it. The interior light of the car came on and the woman sitting in the passenger's seat looked up at me, pulled up her skirt, pulled down her panties and gave me a big smile as she waved. I waved back and honked, loud, of course, as I eyed that patch of hair between her legs. She was wearing a garter belt and stockings and she was a pretty red head, that's all I noticed without taking my eyes off the road.
They continued on past me and got off at the next off ramp. I looked at my watch, I was a little ahead of schedule so I got off too. I saw the car disappearing into a shopping mall on the right, followed them in and pulled in alongside them as they parked in the back of the parking lot. After a few moments a man got out, came around to the right side where I'd parked and looked up at me.
"So what's the game?" I asked him.
"She's yours for a hundred dollars." He said.
I took out my wallet. I had plenty of cash, but I didn't feel paying a hundred and anyway I hadn't really had a look at her yet.
"Ask her to get out and let me see what I'm paying for."
He turned, knocked on the window and when she rolled it down said something to her. She got out and stood by the car and looked up at me. It was dark, so I couldn't see her too well, but she looked pretty good, unlike the hookers at truck stops. But I thought I'd have some fun with these two who looked like amateurs.
"I can't see her too well there, have her stand in front of the truck and I'll put the lights on."
He talked to the woman and they stood there arguing and she started to get back in the car.
Finally he looked up at me. "She says she won't do it."
"Okay, forget it then." I said starting to rev the engine.
He grabbed her arm and whispered into her ear. She stood there a moment looking up at me, then walked round in front of the truck. I turned the parking lights on and saw a really pretty red-head. I told him to tell her to pull up her skirt so I could see her legs. He relayed the message and she pulled her skirt up a little bit. Nice, real nice. I told her higher so I could see all the way up her legs. Impatiently she jerked her skirt until I could see her panties. Yes, I wanted some of that.
"Okay, she looks really nice." I told him. "You see, I'm used to these truck stop hookers, whores who look good in a shadows but are pretty haggard in the light. Okay, so all I can afford is forty dollars, that's the going rate for hookers where I come from."
She heard that and I distinctly heard her say to him. "Tell him to go fuck himself." As she started to get back in the car.
It looked as if I'd overplayed my hand so I called out. "Okay, okay make it fifty."
He stopped her, and talked to her earnestly. I heard him tell her it was better than nothing and would probably only take fifteen minutes or so. "I'll be the judge of that," I thought to myself. Finally she agreed and walked over to the truck looking rather dejected.
She started to step up to the cab so I opened the door to help her and as soon as she was inside I led her to the passenger's seat. The man, who I thought was her husband, wanted to come up too, and after a few minutes of thought decided that would be okay, after all I was getting his wife at a bargain price. I sat down in the passenger's seat and pulled her on to my lap.
I kissed her, a nice brotherly kiss, I had time, no use rushing things. I held her breast in my hand and asked her. "Does you boy friend, or is it your husband, make you do this?"
"What, you think Michael makes me do it? No way! If I didn't want to do it I wouldn't. I'm just getting started, so I'm not really sure how it will go."
I was rolling her nipple around with my fingers now, and I kissed her again, this time with some tongue, and she responded readily, and I had my hand on her knee. I was getting hard.
"So why are you doing it then, why are you making yourself a prostitute?"
"Why? I like to fuck, that's why. As a matter of fact Mike was the one who suggested it. We were swinging a lot, meeting couples, and I was meeting guys by myself as well. So one day Mike asked me, jokingly, instead of giving it away why I didn't sell it. At first I was appalled at the idea. I was a nice girl, nice girls didn't become whores. They might fuck a lot, but they didn't sell their pussies. So I gave it some more thought, (My hand was sliding up her thigh) and said to myself, 'why not?'"
My hand had reached her panties, and working my fingers under the edge of the leg I felt pubic hair as we continued kissing. This girl loved to kiss, hooker or not. Our tongues were meeting and snaking around each other while the saliva started to drip from our mouths -- what we didn't swallow. My fingers had found the moist opening hidden in her pubic hair, and again, not your usual hooker, her pussy wasn't shaved. I gently rubbed her little, soft clitoris and gently massaged it with my finger and felt it growing and hardening. She squirmed and sighed gently.
"Do you like that?" I whispered in her ear.
Her answer was - "mmmmmmmmmmm."
More kissing and groping, but I didn't have that much time, so after getting a couple of fingers inside her I pulled my hand out, gave my fingers a sniff -- a bit stinky, but lovely.
"Honey, why don't you undo your blouse so I can see those little titties of yours? I can see them pretty good through that see through blouse your wearing, but I want to see them and touch them." I said to her softly.
She slowly undid her blouse to show her nice little breasts. I leaned over and kissed them, one at a time, and taking one nipple in my mouth started sucking on it. More deep sighing and groaning. She loved it, and as I sucked on her tit I put my hand back under her skirt, while I fingered her cunt, but I wanted more.
I backed off her tit, "Sweetie why don't you take your panties off and stand up?"
She stood and slipped her black panties off as she pulled up her skirt, and stood there, her skirt raise, while I gazed at that vee-shaped patch of hair with a pink slit down the middle, while on each side the straight line of a garter holding up black stockings. That was what I had seen looking out the window of the truck. I kissed her soft belly just above the garter belt, then tried to go down to kiss those sweet pink lips. That was awkward.
