While I was away from home for a year or more, Linda knew that she would have to find her own 'entertainment' as I had told her to. She delayed it as long as possible at first, but then began going out on the hunt. Her reluctance to find new partners cost her much frustration, but eventually she knew she had to have something to relieve the heat throbbing between her thighs. This is only one of them.
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Harvey had been a trucker for years but, as he watched the family sized blue station wagon pulling off to the side of the road, he doubted he would ever be as lucky as he hoped he might get today. The brakes of the big rig hissed as he pulled up to the short paved perpendicular strip where the car had stopped. He knew that the position of his rig, in these waning hours of daylight, would obscure it from casual view. He debated whether or not to shut off the engine. He still wasn't sure whether what he had seen and guessed was for real or not. He shook his head, deciding not to fight his fate. After all, this could be just a lady who was having problems and knew that one sure way to get his attention was by flashing that hot body of hers as she had done. He had been very willing to follow her to the next turn off this major highway.
It had been entirely unsuspected as he aimed that big eighteen-wheeler down the lonesome stretch of three-lane interstate between Dallas and Mineral Wells. He was still not sure he had seen what he thought he had seen and what could happen as a result. He sat behind the wheel pondering the decision, then made it.
"To heck with it," he mumbled to himself, "the worst that can happen is I'll get my face slapped." With that he grinned. That had happened often enough. He was well versed in the teasing some women loved to subject truckers to, then humiliating them as they stopped to see if the women were as interested as they appeared to be in a little casual sex. He had fallen for it a few times himself. Then he thought back again and realized that he still might get lucky. "After all," he though as his grin widened, "I've gotten lucky before."
Linda sat, shaking, in her car. She was having second thoughts. Her need was very real, but now she wasn't sure she could go through with what her lust had led her to do. It had been easy to attract the trucker's gaze, even across the empty center land of highway between them. She knew that he had gotten a good view of her thighs, bare to the crotch of her panties. She suspected that he could probably also see that her blouse was unbuttoned to her waistband, exposing a flesh colored bra that in good light was sheer enough to show her slightly darker aureoles. She looked down and was almost startled to see how pointedly her nipples still showed her need for sex.
"In for a penny, in for a pound," she finally managed to reason. She had intended to flash the trucker then drive away fast, giving her libido a boost from the air horn toots that would be begging her to stop and dally with him. She suspected that, like most, he would be in his fifties or sixties, short, fat and bald. That wasn't what she saw across that twenty-five foot span that separated them from each other as she looked into the cab of the truck. The face that smiled back had been young, even younger than she herself. She would have guessed early twenties. Despite the fact the aviator style sunglasses obscured most of his face, it was still an interesting, almost handsome one, with a smile that matched her own.
In her excitement she almost missed the faint ending of a dirt road that extended from the highway and appeared to curve behind a grove of trees in the almost otherwise featureless plain. Without conscious thought, she turned into the road and stopped, her breath still coming in short panting bursts. Something, anything had to be done about the constant gnawing need she was experiencing. It had been far too long since she had felt the thick hardness penetrating her vagina. Despite her misgivings, she couldn't ignore the wetness that was already soaking the crotch of her panties.
She had just started to get out of the car when she saw Harvey passing around the back of his truck, a heavy tire iron in his hand, striking each tire. It was a ritual she had seen before. She knew he was eyeing her and the car to determine if there was any potential danger here. She remained inside, opening the door, letting the dome light brighten the inside of the car weakly as she saw him ambling over to her.
She smiled nervously as he put his head through the open window, crossing his arms over the sill and smiled at her.
"Hi," Harvey said, his eyes moving slowly down from the open front of my wife's blouse to the bare legs that had attracted him as soon as they had come into view. "Something I can help you with?" he asked, the double entendre coming easily off his smiling lips.
The wandering eyes weren't lost on Linda. She knew now that what she though before could come true. She could see now that he was just a few years younger than her twenty-six years - not a significant difference - and he was handsome! Tanned arms with muscles used to heavy lifting bulged from the short sleeves of his shirt. Beneath the wide-spread lapels, she could see a heavy pelt of dark black hair spreading over his chest in ringlets. She felt the last bit of reluctance deserting her and a prickly tingle of desire once again surfaced, making her squirm in her seat.
"No, no, not a problem," she said in a low, husky voice as she stretched her arms high over her head, letting the fingers touch the car's headliner and stretching her blouse tightly over the sides of her breasts. She had done nothing to cover her flesh colored bra and knew that Harvey would be getting a good view of her breasts - one of her better features, her husband had always told her. "Just tired and thought I'd pull over and rest for a while. How about you? Been on the road long?"'
"Too long," Harvey replied, his eyes fixed on the twin nipples that were pressed tightly to bra cups that exposed most of this woman's lovely breasts. He felt his cock rising strongly. He needed a reason to get her closer to him. "I need some rest too. How about some coffee? I have some in my truck. Would you care to join me?"
"I'd love to," Linda replied, forgetting immediately the rolled-up four inch thick mattress of foam rubber she had allowed her husband to put in the back for just such an occasion as this. It had served both of them well, but this sounded even more inviting.
"Come on, then," Harvey smiled. It was getting dark rapidly. The view of her turning in her seat, causing her skirt to ride higher and expose her filmy panties was almost lost, then gone in a flash as she put her feet on the macadam. Still it was enough to "stiffen his resolve" and he flushed as he realized that she would see the hardness of his cock against the fabric of his trousers.
Linda smiled and took his proffered hand. She hadn't missed the bulge of an obviously hard and lengthy dick tenting his trousers. She let her hand "accidentally" brush it as she closed the door to her car and locked it. She smiled to herself again. He was hard as a rock, offering her exactly what she wanted!
Harvey opened the passenger side door of his big rig, but the step was too high for Linda to reach even in the just above knee length skirt she wore. She almost yelped in surprise when she felt his hands around her waist, lifting her easily to the running board.
"Just stay there," suggested Harvey. "I'll come around on the other side and help you up."
He was as good as his word. His door opened, then closed behind him as he slid across the seat and took my wife's hand. The strain of her climbing put even more stress across the filmy fabric of her bra and gave Harvey a now unobstructed view of the cantaloupe-sized breasts that deserted the confines of her blouse. She smiled at him, then started to button up her blouse before Harvey smiled, and put his hand on hers, stopping her. "I like the view," he said, "would you mind?"
Linda immediately felt a little foolish. After all, he was right. She had shown him everything almost. It seemed silly to deny anything to him now, especially since he apparently had the same idea as she.
"No, I guess not," she said, leaning back against the now closed door behind her. The cab was almost dark caused by a passing rain cloud, but there was still enough illumination from the various instrument lights to enable her to see him - and vice-versa! "Now, how about some of that coffee?"
Harvey turned and put his knees on the seat, reaching back into the sleeper for the thermos of coffee he kept there. It was full, with just a hint of the cream and sugar that he liked. He fumbled around until he found the ceramic mug he usually drank from, thankful that it was clean.
Linda wasn't missing anything. From the close-quarters side view of the young man's lanky but well-muscled body, she saw he was indeed well endowed. A good seven inches of hard meat was still pressing tightly against the thigh of his jeans, perhaps even more! Linda was pleased. She liked the well hung ones and this one promised to give her already wet pussy a much needed thrill. She licked her lips in anticipation. She had given up the preconception that sucking a cock was "nasty" shortly after becoming a hot wife and, although it still wasn't her favorite activity, she liked getting her men horny as rapidly as that did. She slowly stretched her hand out and let it slide slowly over the still encased hard meat.
Harvey's head jerked up and caught the upper edge of the sleeper opening. He dropped his cup in the seat and swore, rubbing the back of his head as he slowly turned back around to face the front of his rig. He looked at Linda mournfully, but tenderly, apologizing for his language as he did. Laughing, he said, "Let me know when you're going to do that again. I might kill myself."
