Around Noon Sunday, Britney was still aroused after being tied up by Dave Styles. Her sexual appetite ate at her every second of every day.
Freshly showered and wrapped in her fluffy towel, Britney Foxx shuffled to her room. As she brushed her long brown hair she heard her cell phone vibrate. Stopping to open a text she grins. It was her neighbor Chloe. After she and Brit's Father Keith had sex yesterday she figured she would never hear from her neighbor quite this soon.
"Chuck's working on his truck. I'm going to my Mom's. Recall our deal to tease Chuck?"
"I do indeed." Brit replies, "Thought he went fishing."
Seconds later Chloe returns with, "Came home early. Do you have time today?"
"I'll make time. Going swimming with Evan later. I can text him I'll be late. New bikini even. Dental floss special. I'll get dressed. Text me once you leave. I'll text back how it goes."
Chloe finalizes the deal with, "Do what you want. After what I did with Lance and your Father I have no say so. Just let me know if he goes all the way or backs off. I want to trust him. Even if I guess he can't trust me. I'm so sad."
"Smile Chloe. I wuvs you." Brit ends with a smiley icon.
Setting her cell aside Brit quickly dries herself and finishes blow drying her hair. Once done she coats her body with body spray and retrieves her new bikini from a dresser drawer.
It takes her three minutes to don the tiny parcels of pure white. With her already existing tan she looked awesome. She had nipple hard on that stabbed through the thin cloth of her bikini bra. Even her areolas were gently visible beneath.
The bottoms concealed her tiny strip of brown pubic hair but only barely. Strands of spaghetti strings tied the bottoms to her hips. Those same bands led to the back of her bottoms which was a narrow triangle at best. It hid only a tenth of her crack.
She shivers at her gaze in the mirror on her closet door.
Luckily she was home alone. Her dad was God knows where. Her mother after shopping with Lance yesterday decided to head back out of town. So much for spending more time as a family. Brit preferred it anyway. She was now fifty miles away on business. And, brother Lance was off doing his own thing whatever that might be.
Stepping to her back door Brit looks out to see Chloe's man, "Chuck Barber" under the lifted cab of his Semi. He was changing the spark plugs and distributor cap.
Chuck was a six foot two stud with a well toned body that came naturally. He had short brown hair with an unshaven stubble on his face.
Gathering her blanket and oil she heads out into her yard which adjoined his. With no fence it was merely a mental boundary line between houses.
His garage was in a large alley way behind the homes. Big enough to get his truck in beside the garage.
As he worked Brit laid out her blanket and sat her oil down on it. She then went back inside long enough to grab something mischievous. In her hand was a vibrator in the shape of a penis. She hides it under her blanket for the time being.
Shuffling through the grass Brit sneaks up behind Chuck and jabs him in the ribs. He nearly hits his head on the overhanging cab.
"You scared the crap out of me." He turns to see her innocently with her arms behind her back and left toes tapping the ground. Her smile was evil.
"Is it too late to say Boo?"
He smirks and shakes his head, "Out catching some sun? Chloe said you and your friends went tanning yesterday before you caught her playing for me."
"We did. Can't ever get even sun. I saw you tinkering here and felt like saying hi. Hi!"
His brow creases as he suddenly discovers her bikini more closely.
"Your parents allow you to wear so little?"
Brit attempts to look at herself while puckering her lower lip, "They're not home. How's Chloe? Now that we embarrassed her."
"She's not home either. At her Mom's I think. She's good though. No complaints I've heard anyways."
"I bet she gets really lonely while you're on the road."
"Probably. I do too. But the money is too good not to drive."
"She should ride along with you."
He nods, "I've tried to get her to. Zero interest."
Brit looks up at the big rig, "I've never been in a semi before."
"Soon as I put the cab down you can climb up and see for yourself."
"Really? Chloe won't get mad?"
He frowns, "Why should she? Now more than ever. I'm still blown away that you guys caught her and helped take pictures for me."
Britney smiles sheepishly, "Because I'm a girl."
"A neighbor girl. That's what seventeen?"
"Eighteen. Two months ago. A beautiful girl at that." She giggles.
He couldn't disagree eying her chest while nodding affirmatively, "That you are."
Batting her lashes Brit offers a devastating grin. As his eyes gently lower to absorb her flesh Brit takes the opportunity to adjust her bottoms. Her fingers pinching the cloth and pulling it out slightly in front and to both sides stretching it. In doing so he noted the crease of it extended out by her pelvis.
"This bikini takes a little getting used to. It rides high on my hips."
"Looks pretty low to me." He fidgets then looks away long enough to set his socket wrench in it's kit.
"I prefer it lower." She repositions it even lower on her hip. In the process the highest tip of her pubic hair exposed more vividly.
He tries to ignore her maneuver but discovers his curiosity gets the best of him.
"Yeah, you're right. It does look better lower. Nice bikini though. Little bit see through in this sun."
"Is it?" She examines herself yet again, "Not too see through I hope."
"Naaaaa! You look great." He decides to grip her by both shoulders and force her to step back three feet. In touching her Brit bulged her eyes and shivered.
"Strong grip there."
"Sorry. I'm done with my mission. Just stepping you back so I can lower my cab without knocking you out." He chuckles then goes about removing safety bars and carefully brings the cab down into place. Locked in tight he pats the grill.
"Can I get in now?" Brit lightly jumps in place with a feigned excitement.
"Yeah, sure." He then moves to the drivers side of his semi and opens the door.
Following him closely she brushes against his side as she steps between he and the opened door. She looks up into the seat.
"It's so high."
"Here I'll help you up. Put your foot here and grab the side handle."
She obeys carefully as she feels his hands grip her hips tightly. Hoisting her up he watched her ass as she ascended awkwardly. He also caught a vivid scent of her body spray. Instant hard on.
Once in the seat she hopped up and down behind the steering column. She grips the wheel and offers a glare of intimidation down at Chuck.
"I could never drive something this huge."
He pulls himself up to stand next to her, "It's not so bad. Honk the horn."
She grins evilly, "If I'm horny?"
He hesitates then shakes his head trying not to laugh. He was too. Enough to pat her leg and huff. It took every thing he had just to offer, "No comment."
She laughs at him, "I'm kidding."
Squirming about in her seat she looks through every gear, including the stereo. Finally, she turns on her right hip and leans an arm on the back of her seat.
"Is that a bed?"
He swallows hoarsely, "Sleeper cab."
She instantly crawls back into it with her ass in the air knowing full well he was admiring her curves.
He crawls up into the seat and watches her slither the rest of the way into the chamber. Once inside she lays down on her belly and cradles her head in her folded arms. Looking back at Chuck she stares at him.
"It's comfy."
Chuck shakes his head, "Serves its purpose. You can't possibly be this interested in a Semi."
She pouts toward him, "I'm just curious. Just like you are."
Taken back he frowns, "I'm curious? How so?"
Rolling on her side facing him she props her head on her hand. She merely waits for him to look down at her body. Once he does she slides her left hand down to her bottoms. Fingers slip under the tethered strings.
