I closed my suitcase and mentally made a list of the inventory in my suitcase- suit for the reunion luncheon tomorrow, plain black sheath and pearls for dinner Saturday night, wool skirt and sweater for Sunday church and brunch. It had been 20 years since my graduation from St. Catherine's girl's school and I was looking forward to the drive back to my hometown. As I got in my BMW convertible, the sun beat down and I realized that it was going to be a beautiful day. I put the top down and quickly ran back into the house and changed into a skirt and blouse. I kissed my husband and children good bye and waved as I drove out of our gated enclave, passing the country club and golf course then the private school that my children attended.
Rather than taking the Interstate, I elected to take the old road; which was a far more beautiful and scenic drive this time of year. I leaned back to soak in the early fall sun and turned on the radio. Scanning the radio stations, I found the classic rock station was playing the music I secretly loved, Led Zeppelin, ZZ Top, Van Halen, to what I referred to as crotch rock, a far cry from the Kenny G and light jazz that had become the anthems of our social crowd. As my body pulsed to the sound of the heavy bass I began to reflect on how my life had changed in 20 years and yet how unfulfilled I felt. What had happened to "me"- my dreams and my aspirations? My sexuality had become as bland and contrived as my lifestyle. All my life I had felt like I wanted to be wild and reckless, wanton, a total slut yet even during the tumultuous times of my youth with its sexual evolution I had always been in monogamous relationships. I had never yielded to those desires, since I was a "good girl". My husband although an attentive lover would be most unnerved by the suggestions of any outrageous sexual escapades and I had learned to suppress those secret longings.
The miles slipped by and the sun beat down. I came around a hill and found a semi trailer in front of me. I accelerated and passed him, quickly gazing up in the mirror as I passed. I caught a quick view of a man's dark profile gazing down at me. As I looked down, I realized that the wind had blown my skirt up my thighs exposing my long, naked legs. Well I guess I gave him an eyeful, I thought to myself as I remembered stories of truck drivers and their excellent view from their high perch. As I looked in the mirror, I saw the truck driver speed up to keep pace with me on the two-lane road.
There was no traffic on this out of the way road; we continued to drive side by side. Because I was a bit frightened by my response to him, I sped up. But as I sped up, so did he-keeping abreast of me. Finally he took his finger and put it in his mouth, slowly sucking it. He indicated to me that he wanted me to do the same. I hesitantly put a finger in my mouth imagining that it was his hard cock, moving it up and down over my lips. He then signaled that I unbutton my blouse and fondle my breast, which, with my escalating heat I wantonly complied with. My breast was freed from the confines of my bra and I began to massage my nipples, which were becoming harder than ever before. He then sucked his finger and dropped it into his lap. I complied, sucking my finger and inserting it into my wet pussy, which was already throbbing with reckless desire. After playing with myself for a minute under his watchful eye, I seductively took my finger and sucked it again enjoying the taste and smell of my escalating lust. Then I quickly hiked up my skirt to give him a full view as I fingered myself once again.
The hunger in his eyes was apparent as we rounded a corner and spied a sign for an upcoming rest area. He signaled me to pull in; I was filled with a combination of incredible lust yet uncertainty. I had never done anything like this before and was afraid of my uncontrollable desire. But lust won as I turned on my blinker and followed him to a secluded, wooded area.
He quickly jumped down from his rig and I got my first look at him. He was of medium height, long dark curly hair, with a muscular body that conformed to his well-worn jeans. His chest was barely covered by his T- top, which exposed the rippling muscles of his upper torso. But it was his enlarged cock, stretching his jeans to the limit, which immediately caught my attention. Without saying a word he lifted me out of the car and carried me to a nearby picnic table that was hidden by his semi from the road. As he gently laid me down across the table he hiked my skirt up around my waist and quickly removed my panties, which were already soaking wet from pent up desire. He began to stroke my clit with his thumb as he opened me up, then began teasing me with his tongue, running it up and down over my clit knowing just when to stop, teasing, biting as the lips became more and more enlarged. He seemed to know every time I was on the verge of cumming, varying the pace to stop me. He then abruptly turned me around so that my head was extended over the end of the table and urgently undid his pants to release his throbbing cock. He began to fuck my throat, slowly at first, allowing me to run my lips up and down the length of his shaft, and then quickly and urgently, deeper and deeper rocking his hips back and forth. I felt my hands glide down to my pussy and I inserted two fingers to simulate the feel of his cock. My fingers matched the rhythm of his cock fucking my mouth. With his hands he unbuttoned my blouse and began to pinch my nipples all the while never varying the rhythmic motion of his cock as I continued to finger fuck myself.
I could feel the uncontrollable feeling of an orgasm begin to overtake my body-I felt helpless and wanted this man to fuck me good; I wanted this moment to last and last but found that as he began to shoot his hot sperm down my throat and then all over my breasts I had the most extraordinary cum that went in waves throughout my entire body.
As my body continued to shake, he began to slowly lick cum from my chest, flicking his tongue over my nipples as he did so. Then he leaned over and kissed me in a long lingering way, his tongue exploring the reaches of my mouth. He sat me up, continuing to kiss me looking at me deep in the eyes. He told me "You are a lady that needs to be fucked, thoroughly, over and over again. This was just a taste of what I have in store for you tonight".
In the lingering dusk, he pocketed my panties and took my hand leading me to his rig. Opening the passenger door, he quickly hoisted me up running his tongue along the crack of my ass. He grabbed my purse, quickly put the top up on my car and locked it. All the while I was wracked by the conflicting emotions of my seeming insanity to go off with a man I didn't know and the desire to experience all that this man had to offer a man, a man that seemed to know exactly what my body had been craving.
As we pulled away, he pulled me close to him, again hiking my skirt up my thighs so that he could run his fingers through my pussy, playing with my clit arousing me all over again. He told me that he wanted me to be wet at all times tonight because he wanted to be able to fuck me whenever and wherever he felt like it.