Hi, my name is Beth, I am a housewife living in suburbia. I guess I always liked sex probably more than I will admit. Guys seem to be attracted to me, at 50 I still have young guys hitting on me when I go out. Maybe it's my long brown hair and matching eyes. I don't think anyone would describe me as a big girl, but I am curvy.
I have been told that I have the whole package, nice tits a fine ass and a pretty face. I know my husband thinks so, he has told me many times. He has even told me that his friends have made comments about me to him. I am always flattered but I don't really believe him.
His reply is always the same, "You wait someday I'll prove to you that you are very sexy to men other than myself." That's what brings me to tell this story.
My husband Dave had been out of town all week, the house felt empty without him. All the more reason to go into work a little early, I thought.
I left for work dressed in my gray suit and white blouse, the skirt was a bit short, but I really liked the way it looked, and I felt sexy in it. At 5'10" and 160 lbs. 38-28-38 I could still turn a lot of heads, and today I needed the attention.
Earlier this morning I wished I had more time in the shower the hot water felt so good. I guess I just woke up a little horny and frustrated. Dave's late-night phone calls have had a lasting effect.
That must be why I had so much fun soaping up in the shower. My hands lingered on my breasts as I spread the soap all over my nipples. I pinched and played with them till they were rock hard. This only frustrated me more. If only I had some more time to finish what I started.
My drive into the office was actually enjoyable the sun was out, and I had the sunroof open. The sun felt warm on my legs so warm in fact that it dawned on me that I forgot to put on my pantyhose. Oh well at least I remembered panties. Just when I was getting comfortable here comes the traffic, oh well. I slow down to a crawl, sit back and listen to the radio.
Just my luck I end up right next to the cab of an eighteen-wheeler, now I have to turn the radio up just to hear over its engine. As I sit back, I notice the driver staring at me, then it hits me, he is staring at my legs. At first it bothers me, and I try to cover up, but my skirt is too short to really make any difference. I see the driver smile when he notices. I guess I should be flattered I think, so my anger subsides and try to ignore him.
Thankfully the traffic starts moving and the truck pulls ahead of me. Just then I notice the sticker on the back of his truck, which reads, "Be A Flirt Raise Your Skirt." Ha now I know why he was staring.
Just as luck would have it, I end up next to him again. I think to myself I guess it's safe to play his little game, so I casually touch my leg and hike my skirt up just a little. I'm not sure if he notices until I see him grin. He then motions for me to raise it a little more. "No Way" I mouth to him. Although I am wondering to myself how far I will take this. I had fantasized about this sort of thing in past, I guess all women do. But I never expected to have the opportunity.
Now it all seems a little scary and exciting at the same time. Just then my cell phone rings, who can it be at 7:30 in the morning.
It turns out to be Dave my husband he thought he might catch me on my way to work; he asks what I am doing. I say I'm driving into work you dope what do you think. Next, he asks what I am wearing; now I see why he called, so I tell him my gray suit. He says, "the short one?" Yes, I reply. "Nice" he says.
"I think the trucker thought so too," I say.
"What!" He asks. So, I tell him about the trucker and his sticker. He asks what I showed him, nothing I say. He is right next to me again, so I tell Dave.
Now Dave really surprises me by saying, "show him."
"Show him what I ask?" "Your panties" he says.
I hesitate and feebly say "no." Really it will be sexy he says. "Are you sure?" I ask, "yes," he says. So, I reach down and lift the hem some more I am sure he can see my panties now.
As I look up, he gives me the thumbs up sign. I tell Dave and I hear his breathing change on the phone, boy he is really getting into this. Well, this might be fun, I think. I casually stroke the top of my leg while thinking about all this, forgetting for a moment that I am being watched.
Dave then says, "remove your panties" What" I say, I can't. "Wait for him to go by and then do it."
"Here goes nothing," I think to myself, so with cars all around me I peel off my panties. I am getting very excited by all this. I toss my panties on the seat next to me as I pull up alongside the truck driver again.
Now if he could not see that I took them off, the seat next to me would give it away, as they were sitting on the seat. Dave asks if my skirt is still hiked up, a little I reply. Does he notice Dave asks, "oh yes," I reply.
The trucker is really staring now. I think he sees the panties, but my skirt is not hiked up so far that he can see anything else. So, I raise it some more, now he is wide eyed.
I keep myself trimmed neatly but not shaved, Dave thinks it looks very sexy that way, I like the way it feels. My new friend likes the look too, I can tell. Dave asks me if I am wet. Then he tells me to check, by now I have past the point of resistance. I reach down and stroke the top of my leg casually and let my fingers drift up to my pussy. I slowly slip one in, oh yes, I am quite wet, my finger slides in very easily.
For a few moments I get lost in my own pleasure, I rub my clit and finger myself with a vengeance. My trucker friend is watching me the whole time, but at this point I really do not care. I feel an orgasm coming on and I about to let it roll over me when the traffic stops completely.
Dave now asks what I had been doing, so I tell him. He says he thought so, he could hear the trucks engine in the background. Now that we are at a stop, my new friend is a couple of cars ahead of me well too bad for him. Dave asks me to finish for him, so I slide my fingers back into my pussy. I knew the hands-free calling feature would come in handy one day!
So here I am stuck in traffic with my skirt hiked up and my panties on the passenger seat, pinching my clit and fingering myself as if I was in my bedroom. It doesn't take long for an orgasm to build and rush over me like a wave. I think the lady in the car next me knows what I am doing but I don't care I just keep it up. I start to fantasize about her and what she might do if she saw me, would she help me, oh I hope so.