I was cruising down I 94 at seventy miles an hour in the passing lane when traffic inexplicably slowed down. I had a semi on my right- the lettering on the door reading Big O Express, Oswald Trucking- another behind me and a bus in front. My wife Kate sat next to me dressed for comfort on a road trip. She wore a half shirt she'd made from a tight old tee shirt that covered her nipples- most of the time- but allowed the bottom curve of her breasts to peek out once in a while along with a loose pair of running shorts. And sandals. Three articles of clothing. I loved her in a tight pair of Daisy Dukes but the running shorts were far more comfortable and when she went commando as she now was she flashed pussy and ass if she moved just right. I could also reach inside those loose shorts and find skin easily. It was hard to see a downside to that.
After a slowdown that lasted about a minute the bus ahead of me began to pick up speed. Pretty soon I was back up to sixty five again and as we pulled even with the semi tractor on the right I had a sudden inspiration. I moved forward next to the truck driver's window, reached over and pulled Kate's shirt up and hooked it over her shoulder. Both tits spilled out and the trucker blew his horn in acknowledgement. Kate's face went red and she recovered quickly and yanked the shirt back in place.
She slugged my shoulder hard but in spite of her punch and obvious embarrassment she was grinning. I sped up and pulled ahead of the semi, merging into his lane when I'd put some distance between us.
"Why the hell did you do that?" Kate demanded, still grinning widely. She now had both arms crossed protectively over her boobs but I could tell she wasn't mad, just surprised.
"I don't know, sweetie. It was just a spur of the moment thing. You aren't averse to flashing your tits at a concert or on the beach and I just figured you could give a lonely trucker a thrill if he got a look at those gorgeous tits. I think he liked them- he honked a thank you."
"Okay, but could you give me a little warning next time, you asshole?"
Now I grinned and said sure, but what I was grinning at was her mention of 'next time', because as soon as she said it I was planning the next time. I slowed down a bit and as traffic had cleared some I merged back into the passing lane again and slowed down more. The trucker began slowly passing us on the right and I told Kate to get ready.
She shook her head in disbelief and rolled her eyes, still grinning, but popped open her seat belt buckle anyway. As the semi driver's window came even with Kate's window she didn't wait for me to expose her but pulled her shirt up to her neck. She jiggled her tits and squeezed them with one hand while holding her shirt up with the other. I held the position for nearly a minute but I saw traffic approaching from behind so I braked and got in behind the semi. A cluster of traffic had caught up to us and it took a few minutes for it to clear. On the back door of the trailer was the name again,"Big O Express,", and the slogan "Best Service Guaranteed". I pointed it out to Kate and she nodded.
Laughing, she mused "I wonder if that's true."
"I can't see the driver, Kate. What's he look look like?"
"He's an older guy, maybe forty-ish, bald,
big
fucking arms."
"He looks like a body builder?"
"No, I don't think so but I can only see what's above the door, his face and shoulders. His biceps are monster big but his face looks a little plump. He's probably got a beer belly. Those big arms are probably from steering the truck, right?"
"Oh, I doubt it honey. The trucks nearly all have power steering these days. I was just curious about who you were showing your tits to." And I laughed. "Not that I had time to give it any thought before I jerked your shirt up."
Still giggling and laughing, "I can't believe you did that. It was kinda hot though, wasn't it? Can we get in trouble doing this?"
"I don't think so. I mean, if you get some anal retentive jerk, maybe, but this guy didn't react that way. He was doing everything he could to stay next to us so he could perve on you."
I noticed that there was a big gap in the traffic behind us so it looked like a good time to flash our good buddy again. I had another inspiration.
"Take off your shorts, Kate. And pull your shirt off."
"Riiiight" She said sarcastically. "And you're calling
him
a pervert?"
I pulled out in the left lane and slowly accelerated. Kate was coming to decision time. As we leveled with the tractor's rear bogeys Kate said "Fuck it!" in a hushed voice and whipped the skimpy tee shirt over her head and off. She draped it over the console and sat trembling with excitement. She shot a nervous look at me. I shrugged.
"Up to you, you sexy thing. I'm gaining on him though so now's the time to get naked if you're gonna do it."
Just as I pulled even with the driver's window Kate raised her ass off the seat and slid her shorts down to her ankles. I took a chance and ducked down to see if I could get a look at the driver. He was just like she'd described him and wearing a huge smile. He gave me an enthusiastic thumbs up and I quickly straightened up and looked back at the road ahead. Kate bent down and worked her shorts off her feet, then spread her legs wide and rubbed her pussy seductively. My beautiful wife was grinning from ear to ear. She was loving this. I held that spot for as long as I could but traffic was catching us and I had to move out of the left lane.
The cars behind were too close to slow down and fall behind the truck again so I put the pedal down and pulled in front of him. That took a couple of minutes because the car in the left lane ahead of us was taking his time passing. So Kate was exposed for all that time.
"Are you done exposing me or will there be an encore performance?" She asked, giggling.
I just grinned at her in response but after a minute I said "You got off on that didn't you?"
Yeah I did. Part of it was the surprise, the spontaneity. Part of it was that it was
you
exposing me. Are you pimping me to a random trucker?"
"Would you mind if I was?"
She blushed red and thought over her reply.
"No, I guess not. You've always wanted to watch me fuck some guy. It might just as well be him. He's kind of hot in a way. Powerful. God, those fucking biceps of his! Yeah. I think I'd do that guy." I could hardly believe what I was hearing and my dick began to swell thinking about my wife fucking some brawny trucker.
We drove for several miles that way and he could have passed a couple of times but he slowed down to stay behind us. Eventually we came to a snarl of slower cars, so I said goodbye to our trucker buddy, and moved into the left lane where the common speed was nearly eighty. In about thirty minutes there was a rest area ahead sign. I needed to piss and I asked Kate if she needed the toilet.
"Sure. I need a new bottle of water too." She got dressed, which wasn't complicated since she had been wearing so little to begin with, and pulled her wallet out of her purse.
So when we got to the rest area ramp I pulled in and parked. It wasn't busy, just one other semi and a couple of cars were parked there. As we got out I told her I'd buy her water if she wanted so she wouldn't need her wallet or purse. She slid the wallet back in her purse and tossed it on the floor.
"I'm gonna stretch my legs a little before I pee. You go on ahead." Kate nodded and I watched her walk inside, her beautiful ass swaying seductively. She knew I was watching her. Once she'd gone in the glare of the sun on the window prevented me from seeing inside. I moved around a bit, stretched, emptied our trash can and then headed inside. After emptying my bladder I idly studied the map on the wall. As I stood there I heard a semi gearing down and walked to the big front window to watch. Fuck if it wasn't our trucker buddy pulling in!
My first thought was Kate! I looked at our car and didn't see her. She wasn't inside the car because I'd locked it and she didn't have her keys. Then I saw my wife off to the right, a hundred feet or so from the building. She was jogging toward our car and looking straight at the semi that had just pulled in. As she got to the car she looked over at the restrooms and spread out her arms in a silent plea but with the glare I doubted she knew I was standing there.
I went outside and clicked the remote door locks. She gave me a thumbs up and a wave and gratefully climbed in. I made it to our car and got in just a bit before the trucker got to the car. He had climbed out of his cab and made a beeline for us. And when he got there he went directly to Kate's window, not mine. He made a cranking motion with his finger and Kate hesitated but then without looking at me lowered her window six or eight inches. I would have told her no but she didn't give me the chance.
He looked like the stereotypical trucker, big, brawny, barrel chested and with a big beer gut hanging over his belt. He wore a white wife beater shirt and I saw Kate had been right- his arms were enormous, with big bulging biceps, broad shoulders and massive forearms. His head and face were clean shaven. He had an anchor tattooed on the back of one hand.
He looked in and smiled. "You don't have to be afraid of me, sweetie- I'm housebroken." He began. He leaned his massive forearms on the door below the window, putting his mouth up to the gap. "You're beautiful. Thanks for the show up the road. You made my day, sweetheart. I'm Pat, Pat Oswald." He held out his hand but didn't put it through the window gap, as if she hadn't lowered it enough. She had- he was just trying to get her to lower it all the way.
