This (as obvious from the title) is the second part of the story. It's not full of a lot of sex action (except right at the beginning) but it sets up the 3rd part. I promise, our heroes will find more excitement than they were looking for.
For the second time that day they made love with hunger and passion, but this time was different.
Kenneth pushed her onto the bed and peeled her panties down her legs.
He pushed her up to the top of the bed and pulled her hands up over her head.
Taking his tie, the bound her wrists to the slats in the headboard.
He put his hands at her waist and slid them up, pushing her camisole as he went. Then he pulled it up until it was covering her face, acting like a blindfold, exposing her mouth.
Grabbing his cell phone, he snapped a couple of quick pictures.
Barbara was always self conscious about her small breasts so Kenneth didn't usually focus too much attention to them. Not tonight though.
He mauled them, his hand completely encasing them as he squeezed and pulled on them
He bit and sucked on her erect nipples, pulling on them with his teeth until she gasped in pleasure/pain.
He snapped a few more pictures.
He stood and finished undressing, the whole time talking to her about how hot she looked flashing her panties and tits at the truck driver.
Normally he didn't use words like "tits". They didn't use clinical terms when talking about body parts but "boobs" was about as risqué as they got.
It was always butt, not ass. Penis or dick but never cock and forget calling her vagina a cunt. It was "down there" or if she wanted to talk dirty, "pussy" but that was a special occasion (birthdays and anniversary) word, not something for everyday use.
Him talking about her "tits' though, excited her, made her feel naughty and excited.
Climbing back onto the bed, he slid up between her legs, kissing the inside of her thighs as he went.
Oral sex wasn't an everyday occurrence in their sex life but tonight she wanted to feel his lips on her, his tongue inside of her.
Kenneth didn't disappoint. He gently kissed her around her pussy while occasionally flicking his tongue across her clit
He flattened out his tongue and for the first time since they'd known each other, slid two fingers inside of her.
She gasped. She was already on the edge but when he put his fingers in her at the same time he was sucking on her clitoris, it was like she stepped off into the abyss.
She came. She came hard!
"Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! Take me, Please!" She pleaded.
He looked up from between her legs and said "Take you? I don't think so. I want you to say it. Tell me what you want"
"Please!" she begged 'Make love to me!"
"Nope. That's not it. Tell me what you really want".
"Fu-Fu-Fuck me! Please fuck me! I need you to fuck me like never before!"
In over ten years, he had never heard her utter the word "fuck". It made his dick even harder.
He worked his way up her body until his cock was right at her entrance. "Say Pussy. Say fuck my pussy!" He rasped into her ear.
"Fuck my pussy! Fuck my pussy with your hard cock!"
That was all he needed. He slid his cock into her at the same time he kissed her, forcing his tongue into her mouth.
She came again, not even noticing the taste of herself on his tongue and lips.
When he finished, he collapsed on top of her.
She eventually got enough control of her breathing to ask him to untie her wrists.
He said ok but took a couple more pictures of her before he pulled her camisole down under her chin.
He was straddling her midsection when she looked up and saw him with his phone in his hand.
"What are you doing with that" she asked.
He held it up and took another picture of her laying there but this one showed her face.
"Oh My God! Stop! No more pictures! What if someone sees them?"
"Don't worry" he told her has he reached up to untie her wrists from the headboard "We'll delete them in the morning after we look at them. I was a little too occupied to enjoy the view."
Kenneth got up, went to the bathroom, turned on the water and let it run until it got warm. He then got a washcloth. soaked it in the warm water and took it back to the bedroom where he gently wiped down her sweaty body.
She took the washcloth from his hands and pressed it between her legs.
"You'd better let me do that or we'll just end up getting sweaty again" she said with a grin.
He took the cloth back to the bathroom and rinsed it out. When he returned to the bedroom she was on her side, sound asleep.
He covered her with the comforter and crawled in next to her. He was asleep in seconds but had wonderful dreams.
That's how it went for a while.
3 or 4 times a month based on their schedules they'd take a ride, usually a couple of counties away. Barbara would flash her panties and wear a low cut top.
She even went to the mall and picked up a couple of push-up bras. She didn't have enough to show actual "cleavage" but in the right top, she could at least show the top of her breasts if she bent down or wore a deep enough V-neck shirt.
Each time, the last thing she did before they called it quits for the night was flash her tits at a trucker.
Then they'd go home and have passionate sex.
After a couple of months, Kenneth started hearing stories through the rumor mill that the truckers were talking about a mystery flasher.
The next time he was visiting his parents, he went out to garage and dug around until he found the old CB radio that his father had.
It was a base unit from back when CB radios were all the rage (way before cell phones)
After rigging up an antenna they were able to listen when they got home from one of their adventures and hear what the truckers were saying.
With modern technology available, not many of the over the road drivers were using CB's anymore but there were some and sure enough, they were talking.
They gave her, her own handle "The 126 Flasher". Exit 126 on the interstate being the one they always pulled off on after flashing.
Barbara found it exciting that these strange men were talking about her
One night, Kenneth came out of the bathroom and caught her talking to one of the drivers on the CB.
