The View From My Truck

One of my major reoccurring fantasies is that I'm driving in my pickup, which sits pretty high above the ground, allowing me to look into other cars. I'm stuck in traffic when I notice, in my side mirror, a car in the left lane with a middle age female driver. As the cars approach the red light I jockey for position with my truck by adjusting my speed in a way, which will allow her to come to a stop next to me. I look in to find that she has a mid length wrap around dress on. The slit is opened just enough for me to see her upper thigh. I notice a black band. Could it be stockings, my heart starts to race. Just then the light turns green, damn it.

As traffic approaches the next light I desperately try to jockey my truck so I end up next to her again. As I pull up along side I look in, but she looks at me, oh no been spotted so I act as if I was just checking my mirrors. Again the light turns green, next light I again jockey my truck along side her car this time I gaze in and the dress has opened more, showing more thigh and yes it is stockings she is wearing. She looks at me again this time I don't turn away. She smiles and drives on, as the light turns green. Thank heaven for traffic lights, as there is another one approaching. This time I notice that she is adjusting her speed to match my truck, I look in to notice that the skirt is still spread only this time a few of the top buttons are undone. Visible to me is one of the best looking nipples if seen in a while, she sees me looking, but I don't care. She reaches up to squeeze her left breast thru her dress, then her right hand slips between the fold in her skirt, I can only imagine what she has on. The light turns green, but the traffic pattern is such that the left lane is moving faster than the right, damn I think I lost her.

I noticed she is in the left turn only lane to get into the mall. Cutting a guy off, in the left lane, I move my truck from the right lane to the left turn lane, right behind her. She turns into the mall and I follow her, into the underground parking area, it is early so there is plenty of parking, but she drives to the far end, a dimly lit area, away from any doors. There is a spot to her right I pull in next to her and look. She turns on her overhead light and hikes up her skirt to show a neatly trimmed bush and no undies. She runs her fingers between her pussy lips, which are now glossy from her moisture. She's peak my interest know and she knows it. I step out of my truck and I hear her doors unlock, as she gesture for me to come in.

She slides the seat all the way back and puts her right leg on the front seat. Taking my cue I quickly put my head between her legs, I start kissing her upper thigh just above the stocking top, slowly working my way up. Her scent is unbelievably sweet, and has given me a raging hard on. I lick her swollen lips and gently put my tongue between them. Spreading them with my tongue I finally get to taste her honey pot. I start to like and gently suck her clit, while slowly allowing my fingers to explore her hole. She starts to hump my hand, telling me not to stop, as she comes her juices flow out of her cunt and down the crack of her ass. I gently kiss the inside of her thighs.

She says its my turn, she pushes me into the passenger seat, unzips my jeans, luckily I didn't wear underwear, and pulls out my member (which is rock hard and didn't need any persuading to come out and play). She artfully licks the head, then in one motion she goes all the way to the base, letting her tongue rub hard on the side of my cock. Very quickly I am at the boiling point, so begging her to stop before I shoot a load in her mouth, deliberately she delays, causing me to squirt my load all over her face. She puts me back into her mouth, keeping me hard.

Straddling me, she glides it into her moist warm hole. I press my face into her breast, as this doesn't seem like it will take all that long. I cum for what seems hours, when were done we kiss, I get out of her car. She hands me an email address, and pulls away. I get into my truck; guarding that piece of paper with my life, rush home to my computer so I can enter her email into my address book. Maybe she will respond to my messages maybe not, but it's a memory that will last a lifetime.