The house seemed to shake to it’s very foundations as Lisa slammed the door shut behind her. She had wanted her departure to be a quiet, un-dramatic exit. In the three years she had been with David there had been many rows, some of them even violent. His surprise return home just as she was about to leave, for the very last time had ruined her well prepared plan. There was to be no about turn though. All his angry remonstrations were to no avail. Not this time. He’d had one affair too many and she was determined to get out.
She’d drive up to her Mothers house in Lake Tahoe for some R & R. A long drive from New Mexico but that didn’t faze her at all. David had provided well for her these past few years. She mused how she might miss his money as she sank into the leather upholstery of the Mustang, it’s roof already down. Gunning the engine into life, the gearbox into drive and hitting the accelerator with venom sent the wheels spinning and tyre’s screeching as the black convertible sped away. She neither glanced in the mirror nor looked back.
Free of the confines of the City where in truth she had never been happy, a sense of liberation overcame her. As urban sprawl gave way to open country, the long straight highway yielded mile after mile of impoverished scrubland, interspersed with trailer settlements and the odd run down gas station. She thought about herself and what life would hold in store for her.
At 32, Lisa was confident enough in her own mind to know there would be no shortage of men interested in her. Men were her Achilles heel, the thought of life without one for very long had never entered her head. She glanced down at her long, tanned legs and admired her brown arms. The tone of her skin contrasting vividly with the yellow of her skimpy mini-dress. She altered the angle of the rear view mirror to contemplate her face. A face she never tired of looking at. Framed by shoulder length auburn hair and graced with bewitching brown eyes. To say she was happy in her skin would have been gross understatement.
The Mustang made light work of the distance. As she sped northward the mid-day sun blazed hot and she was tempted to flick the switch which would re-institute the roof, shading her. But no, she was enjoying the ultra-violet....life had been dark for too long these past few months.
She had also realised that she was causing something of an attraction for the truck drivers as she sped by them. A latent exhibitionist streak in Lisa had been dormant for some time. As the monotony of the miles took it’s toll on her concentration though, , she found herself revelling in the obvious attention from these leering journeymen. She even found herself slowing slightly as she approached each of these leviathans of the road. Giving their drivers a few short seconds more of ogling time.
It had dawned upon her that some of the guys she was passing seemed to have prior knowledge of her presence, turning over their shoulder as she approached. Of course! c.b. radio, she mused to herself....they’re talking about me on the c.b. radio.
This realisation sent an extra thrill through her loins and she sensed a moistness between those lithe legs as her sexual juices, stimulated by this blatant exhibitionism began, ever so slightly, to flow.
The next few miles were uneventful though as traffic thinned out. Her mind wandered into fantasy to ease the boredom. Thought of past torrid sexual encounters, and the promise of new ones flitted in and out of her sun scorched head. Her right hand had found it’s way down to her moist patch and her middle digit was deftly probing that most private of places. She’d settled further back into the driving seat, legs easing ever wider apart and was now sinking into a self-induced sea of lust and the most basic of pleasure.
Then, away in the distance, she spotted the back end of a semi-truck. Smoke billowing black as coal from the twin exhaust stacks. The slight, but very long upgrade a challenge for man and machine as the huge diesel engine powered eighteen wheels steadily, but slowly up the long, long hill.
A wicked thought entered Lisa’s head. She’d really give this one a show. There was nothing behind her as she gained on the struggling truck. She wriggled out of her panties dropping them to her ankles and over her feet, leaving them abandoned in the car’s footwell. As she came alongside her prey she eased off the gas and opening her legs still wider she adjusted the convertible’s speed so she was only just keeping pace with the big rig, a Scarlet red Kenworth. Her eyes fixed on the road ahead she didn’t even glance up to her right. She just kept one hand on the wheel as the other one unashamedly worked two fingers into her now well lubricated pussy.
Shock waves of pleasure squirmed through her as she occasionally worked her clitoris. Dress now riding high she fucked away at herself for all of thirty second as she was alongside the Kenworth’s cab, all the time her gaze transfixed to the road ahead. A complete separation of mind and body, the latter winning out temporarily as the lust flowed inside her. A sudden stab of reality though, in the form of a Highway Patrol car approaching from the opposite direction brought her instantly to her senses. She floored the gas pedal, the big 3.8 turbo engine lifted the bonnet, pushed her backward into her seat and thrust her away from the eighteen wheeler. This reality jolt changed her mood almost instantly. "What in hell am I doing?’ she asked herself rhetorically. A mile or two down the road. More mundane thought turned to food as her tummy rumbled.....I need to eat, she decided.
