I don't know why truckers find me interesting. But I notice they look while I'm sitting in my commute. I'm not especially ...special. Older than ideal and ...fleshy. Maybe it's because I'm noticing that they're noticing that they notice. I don't know. But it happens.
What if, one day, I decided to change lanes in the heavy creeping traffic. I'd flash my hazards to say thank you. But then I'm just in front, he can't see to make eye contact from behind my little car. Over to the right one lane. And I'd do it again. Until the only other option is the gore. And what if I signaled to pull off the road? And he followed.
I'd get out of my car and walk back to the passenger's side of his rig and get in. Not take the seat, but pull him to me and straddle his legs facing him. I'd want him to not be shy. He wasn't when he said hello. Have my shirt off and nipple in his teeth and hands on our first touch. Warm in the cooled morning. He'd lay me over on the driver's seat and slide my jeans off without undoing them. Face down in my pussy immediately when it's bare. Lick my clit. With his full tongue. Lap at my cunt. Enjoy it. Slip a finger in to see what it's like before we make the most of our little time in the cab of his truck.
Pull me up and turn me over. Rough hands on my skin. Rough hands pulling at his belt. My hands braced against the driver's door where the window is open. And he fucks me. My tits bounce heavily and I wonder about the other people along their well worn paths. Listening to ridiculously manufactured Biblical and political rants purchased in bulk and other things that stupid people think are funny while I'm listening to thick swollen skin and grunting. My own. Can the DOT see from their ever monitoring cameras as I push him back and turn to finish him off in my mouth? Are my shoes still on? How did that happen?
Is this a 511 emergency? My clothes go back on hurriedly, but definitely more slowly than when they were removed. My walk back to my car is not one of shame but of quick triumph before returning the reality of the day, the remainder--extreme in monotony.
What if, one day, I decided to change lanes in the heavy creeping traffic. I'd flash my hazards to say thank you. But then I'm just in front, he can't see to make eye contact from behind my little car. Over to the right one lane. And I'd do it again. Until the only other option is the gore. And what if I signaled to pull off the road? And he followed.
I'd get out of my car and walk back to the passenger's side of his rig and get in. Not take the seat, but pull him to me and straddle his legs facing him. I'd want him to not be shy. He wasn't when he said hello. Have my shirt off and nipple in his teeth and hands on our first touch. Warm in the cooled morning. He'd lay me over on the driver's seat and slide my jeans off without undoing them. Face down in my pussy immediately when it's bare. Lick my clit. With his full tongue. Lap at my cunt. Enjoy it. Slip a finger in to see what it's like before we make the most of our little time in the cab of his truck.
Pull me up and turn me over. Rough hands on my skin. Rough hands pulling at his belt. My hands braced against the driver's door where the window is open. And he fucks me. My tits bounce heavily and I wonder about the other people along their well worn paths. Listening to ridiculously manufactured Biblical and political rants purchased in bulk and other things that stupid people think are funny while I'm listening to thick swollen skin and grunting. My own. Can the DOT see from their ever monitoring cameras as I push him back and turn to finish him off in my mouth? Are my shoes still on? How did that happen?
Is this a 511 emergency? My clothes go back on hurriedly, but definitely more slowly than when they were removed. My walk back to my car is not one of shame but of quick triumph before returning the reality of the day, the remainder--extreme in monotony.
ive always been jealous of truckers. the legends of the wide open road, hauling drugs, hunting lot lizards in the middle of the night at some small town truck stop, the overly grateful lolita dressed as a hitch hiker...and then i stumble upon this, a teaser that doesnt slow my growing jealously. well written...
ReplyDeleteThank you, Manny. I appreciate the compliment and the feedback.
DeleteI'm curious: By what route did you stumble upon my blog? Was there a google search for "trucker erotica?" I enjoy having readers by whatever path led you here.