Chapter 3 -- The Drive Home
I just left State Line Nevada and started the climb up the long grade on Interstate 15. I was already tired from the traffic and decided not to push my little Honda up the grade. Being in the middle lane, cars were passing me on the left. Suddenly, a big rig truck moved in front of me to pass several slower trucks. This slowed me down to a crawl and I couldn't move over to the faster lane. As I was slowly began passing a big rig in the right lane, I could see the driver. He looked over at me, rolled down his window and yelled, "Hey babe. I love your outfit."
I smiled and blurted "Thank You" back.
Pulling down my sun visor, I looked at myself. I had forgotten how revealing the top was showing my nipples. When I looked back at him, he again yelled something at me, but I didn't understand him. Then he pulled up his shirt and I got what he meant. A little voice in my head that sounded like Bill told me to give him a trill. I pulled up my top and exposed my boobs to him. It gave me such delight exposing myself to this guy. He blew his horn. Then the truck in front of me moved faster.
Soon I was next to another truck and he looked over at my bare breast. He had a huge grin and blew his horn. Then the truck in front moved to the truck lane, allowing me to finally pass. When I went by him, he looked down at my exhibition. He yelled "Nice tits" at me and I slowed down so he could get a nice look. It was very exciting knowing that these guys enjoyed looking at my boobs. They are just boobs and nothing special. I have never known why guys like looking at boobs.
As soon as I went by, I pulled down my top and covered up. But that rush of exhilaration woke me up and gave me such a thrill. I put my hand under my shorts and began rubbing my clit. It felt fantastic as I fantasized about the truckers. But when a car passing me honked, I realized that I was weaving and immediately stop playing with myself. But for some reason my action seem to trigger a need for sexual gratification. I was now very horny again.
A few miles later, I pulled into a rest stop. As I hurried to the rest room, I didn't notice the last trucker pulling in. Once I sat down and peed, I began playing with my clit again. I started moving my hips and moaning in bliss thinking of a trucker doing me.
Then I heard some woman say, "Are you all right in there?" I yelled back that I was fine and just having cramps.
I was almost ready to cum, when she interrupted me. As I was sitting on the toilet waiting for her to leave, I began to think about the last thing Bill said about the Molly still being active in me. I tried to calm myself down. Eventually I left the rest room, but still had a huge sexual urge. When I got to my car, there was a guy standing in front of it. As I got closer, I realized it was the last trucker I exposed my boobs too.
Seeing me walking toward him, he had a huge smile and said, "There you are gorgeous. I was hoping this was your car. I was wondering if you would show me your lovely tits again, but this time in private."
Oh my god! I knew if it was in private, he would want to have sex with me. I immediately became super stimulated, but I knew I shouldn't do this. Even though my passion was becoming wet with anticipation I had to say no.
I answered, "I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong impression, but I was just having fun. Excuse me, I have to go."
I tried to walk by him. He didn't move, but instead got real close to me and whispered, "How much for a fuck, cutie." He grabbed my arm and pleaded, "It's been a long time since I had sex. I'll give you $200 for some loving. Please help out a sex starved man."
I was in sexual need too. That woman interrupted my orgasm. So without thinking I replied, "I'm not a prostitute and never been paid for sex before. I was just teasing. But you seem nice; how about $400?" It was a complete lie, since I made almost $1800 during the weekend.
He smiled, gave out a chuckle and answered, "Okay gorgeous, but I only have $300 on me and I'm going to need a few pops with such an attractive woman."
After I agreed, he took my arm and walked to his rig parked in the back trucker lot. It wasn't parked next to any other trucks. He opened the door and with his hand on my ass, pushed me inside the huge rig. Then he got in behind me and told me to get in the back part of the cab. As he turned on a light, I sat on this mattress on the floor and waited. He told me to get undressed.
Instead I said, "I need the money first big boy."
He was a skinny but tall older man with a beard. He probably could take me without paying. The funny thing is I wouldn't care if he did. My passion was dripping in eagerness wanting to have his throbbing cock buried in me. I needed an orgasm in the worst way. He did finally give me my money mostly in twenties and tens.
Then he barked, "Now let's see those lovely tits again."
Sitting up on the mattress, I began to slowly pull the top off. Once completely topless, I looked at him. I could see a bulge in his shorts. I smiled and sensually said, "You like what you are seeing, don't you?"
"Oh yeah," he quickly answered. "Now take off those shorts."
I unzipped them and slowly pulled them off. But I kept my legs tightly together. Since I wasn't wearing any panties, I was now completely nude except for my tennis shoes. The bulge in his shorts was trying to get out. When he got to me, he took my knees and I allowed him to spread my legs apart. He stared at my tone body and shaved passion for a few minutes.
"You are very beautiful," he muttered. "But I don't believe you're not a hooker. A shaved cunt and no panty tell me differently. You are definitely dressed for easy sex. It doesn't matter what you call yourself, I'm still going to have fun fucking you. I may even get more than two pops with such an attractive tart."
Now he was on top of me, with his mouth over my boobs tantalizing my nipples and his hand fingering my passion. I began moving my hips sighing in pure pleasure. As he began to finger bang me with three long fingers, I was moaning in ecstasy and came with a loud orgasm.
That's when he blurted, "Maybe you should be paying me."
Pulling out his fingers I sighed, "I don't think so. You were just getting your money's worth. Come here and let's get you started."
I reached for his zipper and unzipped his shorts. I pulled them down and he wasn't wearing any underwear either. His long thin cock popped straight up. He had his pelvic hair trimmed nicely.