Another True Story

This is another true story that just happened last week, so I am posting it while it is still fresh in my memory. I will pass on the description of myself, since my picture is posted already here on Literotica

We recently had to attend a wedding in the Midwest and, times being what they are, we decided to drive instead of fly. The wedding went well, though my sister (in my humble opinion) married underneath her. My sister is brilliant and beautiful, but she married -- well, I hate to say it, considering my background -- but, well, he's a bit of a hick. Nice guy, and he's got money -- this is her third husband, so I think this time she married simply for the security of it -- but, at any rate, the wedding went well, she seemed happy, and we spent some time with my family -- both a good and bad thing, which is often the way it goes with family.

The night of the wedding my husband, Rick, and I had a bit of a fight -- concerning my family, of course -- and I drank a little too much wine. We managed to spend some time with my family in their hotel room, then with my nieces and nephews in their hotel room, and then we made our way back to our own room. By this time, I had already consumed about 3/4 of a bottle, and, when we got back to our room, Rick gave me the little that he had poured for himself and had not drunk. I think that was the final straw, so to speak. Apparently (though I have no memory of it) I woke Rick at 3:00 a.m. and demanded that he finger my ass, telling him all the while how to do it and how much I loved it -- I also (and this has never happened before) called him by the name of a former lover. Rick came all over my stomach, and then he took pictures, knowing, he said, that I would not remember a thing in the morning and he wanted proof for me. The next morning, I was a bit hung over, but Rick was quite happy! I guess it's a good way to make up -

On the way home, I rode without pants and wearing only a bandeau halter-top, when Rick allowed me to wear anything at all. I didn't mind, since it was so damn hot, even with the AC on. I was lying down for most of the trip, so the only people who could see me were truckers. We installed a CB for the trip, so we could also listen in. I was dubbed "The Lady of Route 80"! We heard them talking about me, and we talked to a few -- I flashed some, waved at others and blew kisses to a few more.

In Indiana, we began talking, on a different channel, to a young, cute trucker in a truck from western PA. He asked if I could put my legs on either side of the window, so he could see better. I did so, and discovered that he was taking pictures! However, he was doing it through the window of his big rig, and came close to running us off the road. Rick suggested we pull over so he could take the pic without killing us. We pulled off at a small truck rest area, and Allen (that was his name) came running over with the camera. He took more pictures - safely, this time -- and Rick suggested that he kiss me. I love to have him watch me. Allen leaned through the window, and gave me a long kiss. Rick then thought that perhaps we should go to a "real" rest stop, one with a bit more space. Allen, who had insisted that he wouldn't touch me -- he was quite a gentleman, really -- seemed a bit surprised, but said there was a parking lot on the other side of the toll booth, just up the road.

Once we were both parked, hidden between other empty and cabless flatbeds, Allen came over, opened the door, and began to suck my pussy and finger me -- first with one, then with two fingers and finally with three fingers. Right there in the front seat! He was kneeling on the ground and my legs were around his head, fucking his face for all I was. I was so full I felt like I was going to be split open, but I didn't mind. I love a good finger-banging and he was definitely good, sucking and nibbling my clit while finger-fucking me. In just a few minutes I was begging him to jam his fingers into me harder and deeper and right then I started cumming like crazy. Rick then suggested that I return the favor. Somehow, Allen was in our back seat in a flash -- in our two door station wagon! -- and I gave him a blow job (Rick sez I 'broke out my best") - and it did not take long for him to cum, either. He was not a big guy, but his cock was a nice enough size, making it easy for me to take it all in my mouth. When he started to cum, he was moaning and, grabbing two handfuls of hair, he shoved his cock about as deep as he could get it into my mouth without my gagging. This I didn't mind, since I don't mind it a bit rough sometimes. I was astonished by the amount of cum he produced. I swallowed as much as I could but he was still cumming, so I jacked the rest of it on my face, rubbing his cock on my face and tits until he started to shrink.

With that, he was off, saying with a with a cute little smile that a truck driver doesn't make money sitting in a parking lot getting blow jobs, no matter how good they are! Though he claimed this was a first for him, he certainly seemed to know what he was doing. Rick made me drive the rest of the way home naked (except when we had to go inside) without wiping the cum off my face or tits. The cum on my face looked like the glazing on the donuts and I got quite a few stares when we stopped in rest areas or for food on the way back. The whole car reeked of sex and cum and it really was quite a marvelous scent.

That's the absolutely true story with nothing added or deleted and I only wish we could make cross-country trips more often!