The whine of the landing gear dropping from it's well startled me out of my revere and I looked out the window. It felt like a fast trip, but then I was day-dreaming most of the way from Chicago. I stuffed my papers and books into my briefcase and tucked it underneath the seat in front of me. Always do what the flight attendants tell me to do! I pulled my seat belt just tight enough to be effective, but not so tight that I couldn't breath, and turned my attention to the up-coming landscape.
But I wasn't thinking about the landscape, my mind was on my clients, the couple I had to see here in Dallas. It seems they've gotten into some kind of mess with their neighbors and the insurance company isn't about to pay for it. But they're insisting which is the reason I'm on this flight to Dallas. Except I wish my assignment terminated here as well. Once I get off this jet then I've got to get into a rental car and drive a million miles in this hellish heat. It's August, and in Texas that means that the heat is enough to fry your brains inside of sixty seconds. The thing is to dash madly from the air conditioned airport to an air conditioned car. Except for the first five minutes the car is going to be hotter than a sauna. Maybe a nice smile and a little cleavage will one of these nice young men to drive the car over from the parking lot, and get it nice and cool.
Well, a little re-arranging, a nice smile, and leaning on the counter and now I'm sitting in a lovely, cool car making my way out of Dallas. Still, the difference between Chicago and Dallas is about thirty degrees and when I got dressed this morning I was still in a fog. Meaning that I put on a dark skirt and panty hose and while that works when the temperature is sixty-five degrees, it doesn't work when it's eighty-five in the shade! Which is what it is in Dallas. I'm one of those people who keep trim and fit, so when I'm driving I can sit back and put my right foot on the seat cushion and keep my left foot on the gas pedal. Of course when you do that with a skirt on you run the risk of exposing more than you might want the traveling public to see. But for me that's not an issue, I'm a natural born exhibitionist and have no qualms showing off to anyone.
So I hiked my skirt up and put my right food on the seat cushion cozy up against my ass, leaned back and toddled on down the road. That offered some cooling but not enough, so I started pushing my panty hose down, lifting first one cheek up then the other and slowly they were worked down to my ankles and off. The only problem was that my panties got all tangled up with the panty hose and they came down too! Now I'm sitting here butt naked for all the world to see. Oh well, all I can say is that it's a good thing I gave myself a nice clean shave this morning, couldn't stand having truckers looking at a stubbly pussy!
If you've never driven the highways of the country partially or completely naked it's something I highly recommend. Especially when you've got a nice cool breeze from the AC blowing on your pussy, keeping you cool. The way it works for me though, is that once I get some or all of my clothes off my thought turn to things that have nothing to do with business. Yep, its true, I start thinking about sex, especially when one of those big rigs rolls up along side and the driver is looking at my naked crotch and laying on his air horn. And then I start getting wet and hot. And the next thing you know I've got my free hand on my pussy rubbing and teasing in time with the clicking of the miles. I keep glancing up at the trucker and by the time I've made the fourth stroke on my pussy I can see the guy bouncing around in the cab trying to get his pants opened and his cock out. Must be difficult sitting down, wearing tight levies, and trying to get a hard dick out of them. Actually, one time I sat in a cab and watched a trucker doing that. A couple times I thought we were going to get killed, but he must have been well practices at it because after about two minutes he had his cock out and was jerking off like crazy. I was a bad girl, I'd been teasing him by sitting at the far side of the cab leaning against the door with my legs spread apart and fingering myself.
If you're going to drive, masturbate, and watch a trucker jerking off, you better pay attention, twice I nearly drove into the side of the guy's truck and that will take the edge off a forth coming orgasm faster than anything I can think of. So after the second time I licked my wet fingers and waving at him, hit the accelerator and shot on down the road. I know he continued to jerk off without my help. Good for him. And of course I was pretty hot and wet by this time and it was nothing for me to drive and finger my pussy at the same time. And I did, getting a wonderful orgasm before long. Of course I was terribly wet and all I could do, actually wanted to do, was to wipe my fingers across my pussy and licking my juices off them. I love the taste of my pussy juice and will indulge every chance I get. Especially if it's slathered all over a guys cock, or in his mouth, then I'll contentedly lick him clean. Of course this hold true if my playmate is a woman. Maybe even more so!
Orgasm finished, pussy dry, fingers licked clean, and a nice AC breeze blowing on my hairless pussy, all was right with the world. And it was time to get some solid food into my mouth. I programed the GPS to find the next cafe and made a bee line for it.
It was close to one in the afternoon and there were few cars or trucks in the parking lot, so I might have a very quiet lunch. Not necessarily what I wanted, a little company would be nice but I wasn't holding my breath. Besides, I was only about an hour from my clients place, I would have a conversation with them.
Exiting the car into the Texas air was like walking into a blast furnace. The heat took my breath away and I quickly headed for the diner. Stepping into the building the blast of arctic air conditioning did the same thing. Breathing in Texas is not the easiest thing in the world. But once I got used to it I sat in a booth by a window and went over the menu. A waitress with a Texas accent asked me if I was ready to order.
"Yeah, iced tea, lots of it, a tuna on rye with the works."
"Sure thing, honey. That be all?"
"Where's the ladies room?"