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.