Beth strode between the lines of trucks, her heels clicking on the tarmac. She could feel the drivers' eyes following her as she walked along the line, smelling the hot engines and the burnt diesel. She was almost at the end of the line when she saw him, smiling wickedly as he watched her parade in front of the other drivers. He waved her over and she walked up to the passenger side of his truck. Beth swung her holdall onto the seat and, as he tossed it onto the bunk behind the seats, grabbed the chrome handle and climbed up into the cab. She was acutely aware that her short skirt gave all of the other drivers an excellent view of her thighs and the scanty bit of lace that Colin, her trucker friend, had demanded that she wear. She leaned over the passenger seat, feeling her skirt ride upwards a little, displaying the sodden lace of her panties to anyone who cared to look.
As she settled herself in the passenger seat, Beth leaned over and kissed Colin fully on the lips, her mouth opening so that he could thrust his tongue deep inside. Beth rested her hand on the bulge in his trousers and felt it swell and harden under her touch. Grinning, she tugged on Colin's zip and slowly opened his flies. Reaching inside, she teased his hardening cock through the opening in the front of his pants and curled her fingers around the base of his shaft, slowly caressing him with a soft stroking motion.
Leaning further over, Beth ducked under the steering wheel, until her mouth was almost touching the tip of his swollen, erect cock. Colin could feel the heat of her breath as she breathed gently on the swollen, purple head. Beth touched the drop of pre-cum that seeped out of the slit in the end of Colin's cock with her tongue, swirling the tip over the velvety skin and spreading the sweet, clear liquid over the swollen knob. Colin groaned and lifted his hips, trying to push the rim of his cock between her plump, moist lips.
Beth lowered her head slowly, taking his cock into her warm mouth, holding him with her lips as she swirled her tongue over the head and around the shaft. She lowered her head further, lifting her bottom as she rocked forwards. Beth felt a cool rush of air on the cheeks of her bottom as Colin lifted her skirt, displaying her tight bottom, neatly bisected by the thing scrap of cotton in the cleft of her buttocks. Beth just lowered her head further, taking his cock right to the back of her throat, not caring that her lover was displaying her bottom as though it were a trophy
Colin slid his fingers under the back of her sopping wet panties and ran them down the crack of her bottom, towards the smooth skin around her arsehole. Slowly he pulled the wet material down her thighs to leave her bottom totally exposed. Colin rested his fingertips on the hard, black rubber disc that was the end of the plug Beth had pushed into her bottom, as soon as she had woken up. Colin did not know that Beth had 'met' a lover over the internet and he had listened to her moaning in a mixture of pain and delight as she inserted the hard rubber plug that morning. It was his idea that she buy the plug and the descriptions of how he was going to stretch her before he took her slowly in her virgin arse had made her so aroused that she had to relieve her frustrations.