It was an innocuous, innocent e-mail which started the dialogue after my Trucker's Surprise story was published on Literotica.
About a week after it appeared I received an e-mail complimenting me on the story, and, as is the case with the majority of e-mailed I receive, I responded that it was always nice to hear from readers...especially those with constructive criticism or complements. This one had a little of both, and I hit the send button on my response and promptly forgot about it.
That is, until two weeks later when I saw a second e-mail.
"Thanks for your response to our earlier e-mail. I have to ask you, was the Trucker's Surprise a true story? I mean, we were wondering if it really happened. It seemed so, well, real. If so, how did you maintain control of your truck? And, do you see things like this often."
For those of you who didn't read the original story, you might want to head over to the Exhibitionist section and give it a look, but it's not required. Basically, I wrote of a recent "sighting" in my rig along Route 15 south of Harrisburg, Pa. On that special day I watched a woman in the passenger seat get fingered by her driver/boyfriend, an experience which got them hot and led to the woman giving the guy head while driving alongside my truck.
During that part of the ride --- about a 20 minutes or so --- I got to see her pretty bare ass getting fondled, spanked and stroked. I viewed the guy fingering the girl's pussy and actually opening it a bit for me to view in all its glory. All while the guy was getting his cock polished by the wanton girl.
"Yes, Mike and Judy, it was a story based mostly on experience. That it, it really did happen along Route 15, and only a little bit of editorial freedom was added to spice it up a little...not that the story needed spicing up. It was a very hot, voyeuristic, experience. No, I haven't seen a lot of activities like that, although I have been flashed a few times and of course have seen the long legs of women in short shorts or skirts. Sometimes I've caught a glimpse of silky stocking tops or even panties which have ridden up a girl's thighs. But that day, on that trip, it was an unbelievable view. It was, I have to admit, hard to keep the rig on the highway."
I hit the send button and forgot about it, figuring it was just some guy jerking my chain or something. But the e-mails continued and we began a regular dialogue. They wanted to know other things I might have seen, how difficult it was to drive all day, and so forth. I was cautious at first --- I had this thought it might be an ICC agent checking into my driving habits or something --- but after while I began to think it was basically someone with an interest. So I asked.
"You seem to have a real interest here...what gives?"
A day later I received an answer. "My wife is turned on to no end by your story, and I think, deep down, would have liked to be the woman in your story. But she just doesn't have the guts to drop her panties in front of a stranger. She thinks it was so very hot you got to see what you did. I think she fantasizes of being that girl."
Hum, a closest exhibitionist. I asked whether they'd ever fooled around "outside" and if they liked such a thing.
"Well, a little," was the reply, as the man wrote about parking with his now wife down by a lake in their dating days, and a real hot bout of oral sex in the back seat of their car in the parking lot after a wedding. "It's very hot knowing you probably won't be seen, but maybe you might. I think that's what turns her on. We made out one time in a parking garage stairwell and were caught by a couple kids who laughed and told us to get a room. She was embarrassed but I think deep down that turned her on. I know that it was a fantasy of hers for a while."
We became regular e-mail pals, sharing this and that about our jobs, friends, problems...you name it. Then came the bombshell.
"How would you like it if we were like that couple in the car you wrote about? Would you like to watch us like you did them?"
I read the e-mail over and over before typing my reply. Was he putting me on? Who wouldn't want to be a voyeur?
"Well, if this isn't some sort of a setup, and if you are serious, you bet I would," was my simple answer. "Just name the time and place."
The next e-mail gave some ground rules. They wouldn't promise anything, and the wife might back out at the last minute. They didn't want to be in any real danger, and didn't want to be in traffic or open to the prying eyes of others. They weren't sure how long or even how much they might "show" and they surely weren't looking to hook up with me in any way other than my eyes.
I replied I was harmless, and if they wanted to put on a show I would love to see it. We discussed timing and made a date, Saturday a week along that same stretch of Route 15, where, apparently, they had driven a couple times over the last week to get the lay of the land and feel of the road.
Saturday I made my way south from Scranton on Route 81 before switching over to 15 South near Harrisburg. I stopped for lunch at a greasy spoon diner before heading out at 1 with an eye out for a Honda Element with an excited couple in the front seat.
Sure enough, along the road at a pullout I spied the green SUV, giving the pre-determined three blasts of my air horn as I slowed near their parking spot. As I passed I noticed the car blink its headlights several times to confirm I had "met" my mates.
The road was relatively quiet, a few vehicles but nothing out of the ordinary. I had been listening on the CB and there hadn't been a smokey bear report in ages, so all things seemed clear. The SUV didn't though, come into my rearview and after a bit I began to wonder if it was all just a tease or something
Keeping a steady 50 on the speedometer I frequently glanced back to no avail. At least not until several minutes past when I noticed a green vehicle appear. It had to be them, I hoped it was them.
As it got closer I noticed the woman in the passenger seat, and I swear she wore a big grimace, like she had tasted something foul. As the car pulled alongside I noticed she was wearing a skirt that showed some leg above her knees and a cute brown top. She gave a little wave, smiled and then looked at the driver. He must have given her some direction, or prodded her in some way, because she looked down, reached down to the hem of her skirt then reluctantly lifted the hem to her waist.
Ta da, her pretty pink panties were on display I could tell she was totally embarrassed because her head was turned to the side away from me.
It was a wonderful site. I kept glancing between the road in front of me and the girl's silky panties, and every so often she'd give me a different view. She lifted her top, showing her bra encased tits, rubbed her panties, and wiggled around like she was dancing in her seat.
She was a woman of late 40s, early 50s, a short-cropped blonde. Good looking, not a beauty, but pretty. She wore a baseball cap which shaded some of her face, undoubtedly allowing her to preserve a little bit of dignity while baring some of her charms.
Several cars came from behind and the guy speeded up and pulled in ahead of me. When the coast cleared I passed the car, glancing over and noticing the guy had a fully erect cock protruding from his pants. I pulled ahead and when the coast was clear the car once again pulled alongside.
