Truckers
I had a little fantasy last night.
An old fantasy in some ways, but new context.
I break down on the motorway and have to call a recovery truck. I play the damsel in distress and a lot of flirting goes on. My car gets hooked up to be towed home and I climb in the front cab with the recovery guy. As I’m still obviously upset he gives my knee a little reassuring squeeze as we’re about to drive off. My hand grabs his, to keep it in position. He looks me in the eye, judging my reaction and leans in for a kiss.
The kiss, hesitant at first becomes deeper, wilder, more passionate, his hands tangling into my hair to draw me in closer, then he gently pulls my head to one side to kiss and nibble down my neck. My arms sneak around his back to pull him into me. He grabs my waist and drags me across the cab so that i’m straddling him, back pushed against the steering wheel. He pushes the chair back a bit to give me more room and strokes my body as we continue kissing. My arms are now encircling his neck and i rock gently on his lap giving me friction against his growing hard on that i can feel through his jeans.
His hands are stroking my thighs, pushing up the skirt of my dress until they are fiddling with the material of my knickers on my hips. He is nuzzling down into my cleavage, using his mouth to access my breasts and kiss and suck on my nipples. I am very grateful for the tinted windows of the cab, preventing the traffic streaming past on the motorway from guessing what we are doing. My head is thrown back as he bites down gently on my nipples. Simultaneously his fingers work out the logistics of my knickers and i feel a finger slide swiftly and surely into my wetness, pulling a gasp from my lips.
I undo his jeans and pull out his cock to start stroking it, getting it to full hardness. We then shuffle until I am poised above his cock, waiting breathless for him to plunge the full length of it into me. He shifts his hips teasingly, hinting at what’s to come, holding me up so that I couldn’t take control myself.
He thrusts. I cry out as a climax racks through me and I start to ride him, keeping the heat flowing through me. He is thrusting up into me, meeting me as i come down. We speed up unitl the truck is starting to rock when he cums, I feel each twitch and spasm within me. Finally I slide off of him, collapsing onto the seat next to him to recover as he pulls off out into the traffic.
I should break down more often!
