My radio was on Sirius Gold and I was tapping my hands on the steering wheel of my 18-wheeler, somewhere in Pennsylvania along Route 15 halfway between Harrisburg and Frederick, Md. when I heard the CB crackle.
"Those are some long Virginia legs," said the voice with a deep southern drawl.
"What's that Jim, come back?" growled another.
There was a bit of static before the first voice returned to the airwaves, informing his buddy about a RAV4 with Virginia plates. Apparently the driver was playing with his passenger's bare legs, and it was quite a sight for some good old boys from the South.
"His hand gets any higher and it will be on her snatch," said the driver.
Their exchange got me thinking about some of the voyeuristic treats I'd encountered over the years. Mostly views of pretty young things in convertibles, their skirts slid high in the driver's seat. Every once in a while I caught a little more action, like the women who bare their breasts to truckers. It doesn't happen often, but it is much appreciated.
Once while on a sparsely traveled two-lane highway near Vineland in New Jersey I rounded a turn only to see a car pulled to the side in front of me. I noticed a guy standing next to the passenger side and figured he was answering nature's call. But when I got closer a girl who had obviously been busy between his legs jumped up and covered her face...Busted!
There should have been one of those yellow hazard signs: Blowjob in Progress!
There's something special about sitting high atop the highway and observing all that goes one around you. You have to be observant driving a rig, otherwise you'd be bored to death. Those little pleasures of seeing the long legs of a lady and getting a little wave always brings forth a nice blast of my air horn.
In any event, I was on the end of a three-day trip heading to Maryland and the thought of a cute honey displaying her creamy legs was a maximum turn on.
I snapped out of my trance when I noticed a blue RAV4 approaching in my rearview mirror. Could it be the SUV in question?
Glancing back, I couldn't tell. There was a guy and girl in the front seat, but nothing seemed unusual. As the vehicle approached my cab I glanced down and, sure enough, the guy was playing with the girl. Not on her legs, no, this was extra special.
Side by side I gazed back and forth between the highway and the car next to me. It was as if they wanted me to see her blue jeans down below her knees and the guy's right hand inside the front of her light blue panties.
The twosome seemed oblivious to me for a bit, but then the girl shyly looked toward my truck then up at the cab. There, are eyes met, and she shrugged her shoulders with a sly smile before partially covering her face with her hand. Funny, she didn't make a move to shoo away the guy, or pull up her jeans, or do anything to block the pleasant view.
Her head turned back toward the gently rolling road in front of her, then she laid her head back on the head rest and I surmised she closed her eyes. Hum, a semi-modest exhibitionist?
The driver made no effort to pass, and actually slowed down so I could see him playing with his girl's pussy inside her panties. He had to decelerate because my rig would slow a bit heading up a hill, but for the next mile or so we were basically side by side. Luckily, there was no traffic on our side, and I could watch the road ahead, look behind, and then sneak a peek at the nearby girl.
She appeared to be in her 40s, maybe late 30s, not a beauty but still a good looking woman. The sly, sensuous, sexy and experienced kind of woman you'd look at when at a party and wonder how good she was in the sack. She had reddish brown hair which flowed to the side of her head. Unlike some of the flashing honeys of prior trips, this one had on some type of sweater top. That turned out to be important when a car came flying up behind us and the guy driving the car next to me sped up and pulled in front...allowing the second car to breeze past.
As I watched the road ahead I realized that, unless someone was driving an 18-wheeler or other higher vehicle, none would notice the "handiwork" in the RAV4. The guy was driving with his left hand, the girl was sitting to the side. I watched as several other cars flew past and noticed none had a clue that the girl's honey pot was being fingered inside those cotton panties.
I figured the two would speed off after giving me a quick little show, but I was wrong. I couldn't be sure, but I think they wanted to play a little more. All I could think was how happy I was being on this limited access highway without stop lights on a sparsely traveled day.