Travelling In Lingerie

Story Code: M+/F, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Public Sex

It was a new job for me, The kids were all grown up and I discovered that I didn't really love my husband as much as I thought I had, so we parted by mutual agreement, so, for the first time in twenty years, I had to get a job. I would also have to look for a new companion to go through the rest of my life with, but that would have to wait until I was more emotionally stable.

I had been taken on by Arbuthnot and Cline as a trainee sales person, the product was high-end lingerie but at reasonable prices, my target customers were 'Mom and Pop' retail outlets in the North of England, I did a week's training in London, the product flew off the shelves as they say in London but I was warned that it would be much more difficult in the north.

It was the worst possible day to head out on my first sales trip, the weather report had been bad and they had warned people who didn't need to travel to stay at home but as it was my first day on my own and I had an appointment in Manchester in the afternoon, I decided to risk it and set out in my brand new car with a briefcase full of new gadgets and a boot full of samples. Just outside of London the snow started falling, just a few specs that seemed to melt on contact with the road surface.

I passed London Gateway services at eight o'clock on Monday morning, the snow began to fall quite fast and as the snow sped up, the traffic slowed down, it was midday before I reached Watford Gap, a distance of only sixty-six miles in four hours, the illuminated signs were advising people to leave the motorway as soon as possible, so I swung off into Watford Gap Services.

I managed to find a parking space and pulled out my mobile phone, there was no signal, just the symbol indicating I could only make calls to the emergency services. I pulled out my new company tablet PC too, same thing, I should have realised that both devices used the same service provider, so if one was down, both would be down.

I knew that the tablet could connect through a Wi-Fi connection and that all service stations on the motorway offered free Wi-Fi of sorts. My main problem was that I didn't know fully how to use the tablet in Wi-Fi mode; I had only been taught how to use it under 'Three-g' mode. I locked up the car and took my briefcase into the food court, the place was heaving but I managed to find a table to sit at even though I hadn't made a purchase.

I switched on the tablet and started to try and work out how to use the Wi-Fi, I found a button that said it would search for available networks, I had expected to see one but there were over one hundred, suddenly my screen changed, the picture of a man appeared on the screen, he said "Hi", not as text but as sound, "You look interesting if a little fraught!" I looked all around; it was definitely the tablet talking to me, or rather the man on the tablets screen as there was no one close to me.

I thought to myself, 'what the hell', "I've been trying to get to Manchester all morning but it looks like I'm going to miss my appointment." The picture shook a little and the head in my screen shifted up and an expanse of bare chest appeared, muscular and quite hairy. When the face reappeared in the centre of the screen he said, "The police pulled us all off the M1 an hour ago, there's going to be a lot of unhappy people though, I popped in for a coffee an hour ago and the hotel was already full and this services isn't known for its comfort in the food hall."

"I'm going to have to send an email to my boss, let him know what's happening, if I can ever work out how to get on the Wi-Fi here."

"You should pop over here, I could show you how to connect to the internet or you could use my phone to call in, I have a great signal."

"Where are you?"

"If you can see the Burger King franchise, I'm about sixty feet beyond it."

"Isn't that the car park?"

"Yes, I'm in the car park."

"You don't seem to have a shirt on!"

The screen went crazy for a moment and suddenly I saw his side, he had something covering his groin but I could see his ribs, hip and legs, all totally bare, when the screen went crazy, I realised that there was a name under the picture, 'Hairy Trucker 91' was at the bottom of the screen.

"Oh!" Was all I could say as I pulled the screen of my tablet into my body in case anyone saw what I was looking at.

"That looks nice too!" I pulled the tablet away from my body, "You have an excellent bra on under that blouse." That at least gave me a clue where the camera built into my tablet was, as I held it against my chest the camera was pointing down the front of my blouse.

"So, why is your name 'Arbuthnot and Cline - North'?"

"What?"

"At the bottom of my screen, it says you are Arbuthnot and Cline - North!"

"It's the name of the company I work for; I'm the sales rep for the North of England."

"And what do Arbuthnot and Cline make that you sell up north?"

I blushed, if I had been in the job longer than a week, I'm sure I would have been very happy to tell a total stranger that I sold lingerie for a living.

"You're blushing quite a lot; do they supply Viagra, dirty mag's or sex toys or something?"

"Oh my God no, Just lingerie."

"Wow, cool, so, you have a boot full of samples as well as the stuff you're wearing?"

I flicked the power switch to turn my tablet off, I realised that when I had first started chatting I had been sitting at a table with no one close to me but as we had been chatting the area had filled up and people were being jammed in like sardines and now several dozen people were listening to my conversation as well as looking over my shoulder to see the image on my screen.

A young mother was standing with her baby in her arms a few feet away from me and there just wasn't another seat that I could see anywhere that she could sit on, so I called her over and offered her my seat, I went through to the hotel area and asked if there were any rooms available, the receptionist had to stifle a titter, she tapped away at her screen and said, "No rooms available at any Travel Lodge in a two hundred mile radius madam."

I spotted the pay telephones and headed for them, they were all busy so while I waited I switched my tablet pc on again, I needed to look for the 'land-line' telephone number for my boss, Hairy trucker popped onto my screen again, once again, I looked all around to see if anyone could see or hear me. I was in half a mind to tell him to stop calling me but I had no idea if he was actually calling me or if my tablet had called him.

"I managed to get through to Arbuthnot and Cline, just the switchboard; I told the girl that you were stuck in the snow with no signal on your mobile phone and that you wouldn't be able to make it through to Manchester today, the girl said that she would let your boss know and get him to send out a message to your logged calls." I was a little shocked to say the least, "Looks like you're in the hotel area now, you gave someone your seat didn't you?" I nodded my head, "My god you are new to the travelling sales life, never give up territory, especially in times of need. So, how far do you have to go to get a bed for the night?"

"Looks like I'll have to go around two hundred and fifty miles!"

I swung my hips and the camera scanned around the area behind me, "Looks like the food court is filling up now." I looked over my shoulder; the people coming in through the doors were pushing the people already standing around, like a tidal wave towards me.

"My truck isn't a hotel room, but so long as I have diesel in my tank, I can make it as hot as I like in here and the sleep cab does have a double bed, a cooker, coffee making facilities and a toilet, en-suit at that." Hairy Trucker laughed at the en-suit joke. So, if you've got nothing better to do, why don't you come out and have a coffee with me."

I looked around me; I had actually moved by ten feet and was almost at the hotel's reception desk again, just because of the flood of people heading towards me. I was in a real quandary, I hadn't actually divorced my husband, we had just agreed to go our separate ways and I had been determined not to go looking for a 'rebound relationship', I had seen tons of my friends do it and they had all been absolute nightmares.

"Just come out for a coffee, what have you got to lose, or are you looking forward to spending the next eight hours pressed against that reception desk. The news is saying that all the major routes are now closed and the last few people are being brought off of the motorways in four-by-fours by the police, nothing is moving out there anymore and the snow could keep up for four to six hours."

Once again, I thought, 'What the hell, I can't even get close to a franchise to get a bad cup of coffee and if I do get one, I'll be drinking it standing up.'

"Where exactly are you?"

"Go out the back door, turn right and I'm in the bright yellow lorry, you can't miss me, the engine is running."

I took a deep breath and headed for the rear doors, there were a hundred lorries in the lorry park, all of them had their engines running. Hairy Trucker was right though, only one bright yellow one and it really stood out from the rest. As I got close to the driver's door, it popped open, "It's a bit of a climb to get up. Pass your case up to me first."

It was a struggle to get into the cab as my skirt was a little tight for climbing so high. "You like sugar and milk in your coffee,"

"Just milk please."

Hairy Trucker was sitting in the sleep compartment, just the duvet across his lap to hide his lower body. He handed me a cup of coffee and I took a sip, it wasn't as bad as the service station's coffee would have been, so it was a bit of a surprise, as was the man sitting in the sleep cab.

"How old are you?"

"Does it matter?"

"Well, not really but!!"

"I'm twenty-two years old."

I was taking a sip from my cup as he told me his age and my reaction was to say, into the coffee, "Fucking hell, my son is three years older than you."

"Cool, I have a mother 'fixation' as well as a 'friend's mother' fixation. I'm Harry by the way, a prince amongst men, my mum says, pity I'm not the Prince Harry is what I say." Again the little joke caused Harry to laugh

Harry reached up and turned on the cabs interior fluorescent light, as he reached up, his pubic hair peaked out from under the duvet, I didn't want to look but I couldn't help myself, I just stared at the line of curly brown hair, almost wishing that the duvet would fall a little further.

"Why don't you draw the curtains for me?"

I put my cup down without thinking and pulled the curtains closed.

"Now, why don't you join me in here?" I turned in the seat, looked up at him sitting on his bed, he patted the sheet at his side and I kicked my shoes off and climbed over the back of his seat.

'I must be totally mad, he's just a boy' ran through my mind over and over again, that qualm stopped within seconds though when he pushed the duvet off of his lower body and I saw the monster cock standing to attention, its one eye, looking me straight in my own.

Before I knew what was happening, Harry's hands were on my chest, pulling clumsily at the buttons of my blouse. In an instant I was sitting on his bed in my bra and while he kissed my breasts, or what he could reach of them as he fumbled with the fastener and zip at the side of my skirt.

Everything was going so fast, I had been in the lorry less than ten minutes before I found myself sitting in just my bra, panties and stockings and suspender belt, all items that my boss at Arbuthnot and Cline had given me to wear while at work. Harry just said "Fucking fantastic!" Over and over again.

I was pushed onto my back and Harry made love to me for thirty minutes without taking my bra or panties off, then after thirty minutes he whispered in my ear, "Can I fuck you?" I was already far too far past any point of refusal, I just nodded my head, "Can I do you without a condom on?"

Well, testament to my naivety, I knew that I was approaching my period, so there was no chance of pregnancy but my age was probably against me ever getting pregnant naturally, so I just whispered, "Yes!"

I was stripped of my bra and my knickers but Harry left my stockings on, then he rolled on top of me and inserted his monster into my hole, my sorely underutilised for many years, hole. Harry fucked me in the traditional missionary position, he got me off twice before his shot his load of spunk up into me, it felt like a water cannon going off inside me.

He didn't even go soft after he fired his cannon into me; his cock remained hard and remained, plugging my cunt full of his meat. My knees were pulled up to my chest and then Harry started pounding into me once again. I lost track of the number, power and depth of the climaxes he gave me before he fired off into me again, this time, as soon as he finished spurting up into me his cock began to soften.

I lay there, Harry, still on top of me breathing heavily, like he had just run a marathon or something, when he got his breath back, he picked up his iPad and he stood over me, holding his iPad in front of himself, I heard the simulated sound of a camera, then Harry pulled my legs open wide, crouched down and took a picture of his spunk as it ran out of my body.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"I'm taking a few mementoes to prove to myself that this wasn't all a dream."

"You can't just take photos like that of someone you hardly know, not without asking permission first." As I got angry with Harry I realised that he got hard all over again and had a smile on his face because I was shouting at him.

Harry dropped onto his back next to me on the bed, he still had his iPad in one hand, "You like it 'Cow-girl' style?"

"What?"

"You know, girl on top, riding like a cow-girl."

"Never tried it, my husband was a missionary kind of man when we actually did it."

Harry reached over me and pulled at my knee, the one furthest away from him and rolled me on top of him. He lifted me up and then slid his hard cock under me, engaging just his cock head in my cunt's opening.

"Right, make me cum."

I lowered myself down onto Harry's cock and as he filled me his old spunk fired out all around his cock shaft, covering his balls and his bed beyond. I got onto my climax train very quickly and Harry held his iPad up, the screen facing me and I was looking at myself as I was fucking him, "Can I press send?"

"What?"

"I want to send this to anyone out there who is looking for interesting pictures."

"No, you can't."

Harry moved his iPad further away from me and tilted it down so that just my chin was all that was showing of my face, Harry's cock going in and out of my cunt was very clear on the screen too, that was the first time I had ever seen a picture like that in my life before, "Come on, no one can see your face, let me press send."

I didn't respond this time, I was too busy climaxing over and over again.

Suddenly the Hairy Trucker tag appeared at the bottom of the screen, so I was sure that the picture was going out on the network, a string of comments started to come in, at least ten men were watching out in the service station area. They were all talking at once, things like, "lucky bastard!"

And, "Me next, send her to the Fyffe's lorry when you're finished with her".

I was climaxing even harder once I realised that I was being broadcast to potentially hundreds of people all over the car park and buildings beyond.

I put so much more effort into my fucking of Harry that I did get him off quicker than I thought I would, just because I knew my actions were being broadcast. Because of all the extra effort I had put into my fucking of Harry, I was sweating so much that you could have rung me out like a dishrag. Harry turned his iPad off and then said, "Somebody will be very stinky by the morning, did you bring any clean clothes with you?"

"I did but they are all in my car and that is under the snow mountain on the other side of the car park."

Harry was in deep thought, his fingers drumming against his chin, then he seemed to have a good idea, "Let's go for a shower."

Harry gave me a boiler suit from his little wardrobe and a heavy coat and baseball cap. Harry dressed exactly the same way. The only difference between us was he didn't have stockings and a suspender belt under his boiler suit or three inch high heels on his shoes.

Harry turned the engine of the lorry off and helped me down into the deep snow, he had a sponge bag and two towels in a bag and he helped me not to break my neck on our way over to the truckers section of the services. We went into the men's toilet block, into the shower area and Harry stripped me naked, before the water was turned on, another man walked in, he just stopped dead in his tracks when he saw me standing there in my stockings, suspender belt and smile, more awkward smile after he walked in, it has to be said.

Harry pulled my face round so that I was focussing on him, then he began to wash my body, every time I heard a sound, I tried to look but he stopped me each time. Harry washed me all over and he got me to do the same for him, as I was washing him I felt soapy hands on my back and froze, "Just relax; no one here is going to hurt you."

I froze even more at that comment, just how many men had followed us into the shower block? Other hands were now rubbing at my body, hands reaching round to wash my breasts, other hands washing my bottom and still more washing between my legs. A voice from behind me whispered, "Can we fuck her without a condom too?"

Harry was holding my head firmly in his hands, he guided me to a bench against one wall and backed me onto the bench, I felt someone's knees on the backs of my legs, Harry whispered, "Open your legs." I complied and Harry guided me back and lined me up with the man's cock, I didn't hesitate, I just sat down on the unseen man's cock and began to ride him.

My total sexual experience to that date had revolved around my husband; we had only ever had sex in bed, usually in the dark and always missionary position. My husband wasn't interested in entertainment value or up-skilling, he was just, man on top, jiggle about until he shot me and then roll off, wheather I had climaxed or not.

I had zoned out a little whilst thinking about all the times I had sex with my husband without achieving an orgasm of my own and in all those years I thought it was my fault, thought that I must be defective or something, but I had easily had five climaxes while bouncing up and down on the stranger's lap before he had his orgasm. I was brought back to earth a little by a whispered conversation between Harry and one of the other men who had just finished washing himself under the shower, "Does she do oral?"

Harry lifted me off the rapidly softening cock under me, a second stranger slipped under me to replace the spent guy, I was lowered onto the fresh cock and then Harry pulled my head a little lower, when he stepped aside the man who had asked if I did oral was right in front of me pressing his cock against my lips.

It took me a while to get the idea of what I had to do with my mouth and right up to the point of his climax it was all quite pleasant. As he started to ejaculate he grabbed me by my ears and yanked my head hard into his belly. I did get the first blast of disgusting spunk in my mouth and because the head of his cock was now locked against my throat I couldn't swallow it down but I could feel the rest of the jets of semen spurting directly into my stomach.

After coughing up a storm once the cock spurting into my stomach had been removed from my mouth, Harry knelt at my side, "Do you want to finish now, there are four more men who would love to take their turn at you if you're okay with it, but it is entirely up to you."