Harvey came back, of course. He wasn’t an idiot and my wife’s hot pussy had trapped him totally in their first meeting. This is the second meeting as told to me by my wife and recorded on the tape recorder that was now in a permanent place under our bed when I was away.
THE TRUCKER FUCKER (Ch 20a)
Harvey strikes again!
It didn’t take long for Harvey, once he had fucked Linda the first time in that tiny, cramped sleeper of his truck, to see her again. In fact it was less than the three days he averaged passing through Big D.
Wisely, he had called ahead and Linda was ready for her road warrior lover. She had taken pains to insure he knew what she would wear, describing it as her husband’s favorite costume and describing it in some detail. Now, standing in front of the full length mirror in her apartment, she wondered if she should really dress like this. Harvey might be offended by the fact she was “advertising” so much. She shook her head and smiled at her reflection. No, judging from the night he had screwed her for seven straight hours in his truck, he wouldn’t mind if she was ready to display more of herself than she had when they first met.
The filmy, almost see-through blouse’s neckline was open to just below the top of her demi-bra that held her magnificent breasts up for display and admiration. Through the blouse you could see the tan of her areolas. The nipples were barely hidden within the cups in their unaroused state, but that would change, she knew, as soon as a man began looking at her breasts. A modicum of attention made her breasts swell and the nipples hardened to stand just above the front edge – in plain view to an interested observer. This was one of her husband’s favorite blouses. He loved for her to display herself in all her glory when they were out in public, and this left little to the imagination – it also was very easy to open further, the buttonholes having been stretched by several lovers who couldn’t bear to wait any longer.
The skirt which hung loosely from her waist in pleated folds was full, making it easier for a man to discover that the nylon clad legs ended in a perfectly trimmed pussy pelt unhidden by the more socially acceptable panties. The fact it ended high enough on her thighs to further broadcast that information when she sat down and spread her legs even slightly was what she knew her husband and any other man she had ever met appreciated most of all. She giggled as she remembered the swinging club they went to often when they were together, with its raised seating area and the dance floor below. If she saw a man who attracted her interest, she had only to give him that view and he was hers if she wanted him.
She had barely finished her self-inspection when the doorbell rang. She walked slowly to the door, her swaying hips displaying her confidence.
“Hello, Harvey,” she murmured in that soft, sexy voice she used when she knew the man she was facing wanted to fuck her - and she wanted him to. “Come in, won’t you?”
Harvey stood frozen in the now open doorway, breathless, gazing at the vision of loveliness. His eyes took in the diaphanous blouse, the mid-thigh length of her skirt and the enticing smile almost simultaneously. Unbidden, he could feel his cock rising. As much as he had enjoyed fucking this woman before, she appeared more than ready for it to happen again. His groan was from sheer lust.
Linda smiled. She knew she had hooked Harvey the first time. Now she had him at her beck and call with no possibility of interference. She wondered how I would react to the tape she intended to make while the man made love to her. She even considered not making it, but she knew how much I wanted to know that she was enjoying her semi-single life and how hot it made me when I knew other men enjoyed her as I did.
Seeing that Harvey was speechless, she took his arm and led him into the apartment. Closing the door behind her, she locked it. She didn’t want any possible interruptions.
Harvey hadn’t missed her locking of the door. He also realized that she wasn’t dressed this way to go out. She wanted him to stay home with her. Still speechless, he gathered her into his arms and kissed her. It started out as a lover’s kiss, slow and languorous, but as soon as their lips touched, he felt hers open and her tongue searching for the opening to his own. His mouth opened wide and one hand came up from her waist to cup one full breast as their tongues dueled.
This time it was my wife’s turn to groan. The touch of this man’s hot hand on her thinly clad breast brought her nipple to immediate erection, pressing tightly into his palm as she felt his cock pressing hard against her belly. With one hand around her lover’s head, the other sought that hardness and found it, radiating heat from even beneath the layers of clothing he wore. She would have smiled, but she didn’t want to lose this intimate contact.
Harvey was pushing her back, deeper into the living room, still kissing her, sucking the saliva from her mouth. One hand had dropped to that perfect ass. The other held tightly to the firm breast he had found so delightfully sweet before. He caught her partially as the back of her knees met the couch, but only partially. He fell almost completely on top of her as she first leaned back and then to one side, clutching his body to her and pressing her lips to his. She wound up in a semi supine position, one leg draped over the front edge of the couch, the other along its length, cradling him between her thighs.
Harvey felt the rush of lust go through him like a hot knife. He was blind with the heat of it. His hand went from her breast to the facings of her blouse and ripped them apart, sending a shower of tiny pearl buttons ricocheting around the room. His other hand was already under her skirt, frantically searching for the heat of her. Then he was there.
Linda didn’t care. Her hands, on both sides of Harvey’s head pulled him insistently to her, their lips were crushed against each others, their tongues intertwined as they continued the passionate kiss started earlier, much earlier. She felt Harvey’s insistent hands, one crushing her breast, the other tearing at the garter belt that was the only thing beneath her skirt now. She managed to turn her face away slight, unwillingly, with just enough breath of whisper hotly in his ear.
“Easy, easy” she gasped, “There’s no need to be in a hurry. We have all night – and longer if you want it.” It sounded too emphatic, even to her. She wanted what he was doing to her to never stop, not ever again! Her own lust was peaking with his and she knew that the night would be consumed in that heat. To show her own interest she slipped one hand down between their bodies and stroked the hard muscle that was pressed tightly between them, causing her lover to groan.
Harvey groaned once again when he felt the brunette beauty’s hand pull the zipper of his trousers down and extract his hard, dripping cock from his trousers. He had almost forgotten how sensuous this woman could be, but he was remembering fast now. He could feel the slippery wetness between her thighs. She was hot, and ready, so was he! He tried to force his cock into her, but her hand prevented him from getting more than the head inside her.
