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Teasing a Trucker

But then, there was a slowdown to a crawl, and often stopped for long periods of time, two lanes of traffic heading west, all trucks in the were right lane, cars in the left. As we realized this would be not only a slowdown, but predictions per the map app showed a 2-hour delay turning this into a 4-hour trip total. As we were in the middle of the Pigeon River pass, there were no options for alternate routes. We had the river flowing past us on the left and tall verdant green mountains reaching straight up to the sky on both sides. Settling back in our seats, we sat, slowly drifting forward a car length or 2 from time to time. We had no particular plans for the day, so we turned the music up and opened the windows and sunroof. With great music from the likes of Jesse Cook, we settled in to enjoy the weather and soak up the sun.

I was dressed in a snug white midriff top that laced up the front, leaving a wide easy view of my cleavage. You could barely see my large areolas through the white material and my cleavage was very visible as there was about an inch or a little more gap between the left and right sides of the top, held together only by a string that laced up the front like a shoe lace. The only other clothing I had on were my brown leather boots and the skimpiest denim mini skirt I had with buttons from the bottom to the top of the skirt. Two of the lowest buttons remained unbuttoned which provided the possibility of a glimpse of my pussy in just the right position when seated.

As we pushed forward here and there, it didn’t take long for my husband to find something to do with his free right hand and he reached over to expose and caress my left inner thigh. His hands are soft and always feel good when he touches me. This was no exception as I leaned back in the seat and pushed myself forward a little to allow my legs to open ever so slightly more. Caught in a traffic jam in my skimpy outfit, I was feeling quite horny. The sun coming thru the open sunroof felt so good as it bathed me with warmth. As he continued to caress and tease me, I was so lost in his gentle caresses that I barely registered when he eased my legs even further apart to reach my slightly wet pussy. I slid down further in my seat enough to get my barely-there mini skirt to slide up above my hips slightly and grant him unfettered access to my clit. My husband wasted no time teasing my clit while his fingers became soaked as he slid them easily across my clit. Running the length of my pussy, he began exploring the depth of my pussy. It took my breath as I felt him reach deep toward my g-spot. Occasionally he would use his thumb and index finger to caress my labia and I almost unconsciously spread my legs as far apart as possible in the passenger seat to allow him even more access.

As I pushed back into the seat and pushed my hips forward a bit more, he knew I was enjoying the attention. I also noticed a red semi-truck that seemed to be pacing alongside of us in the traffic, he was in the right lane, we were in the left. I leaned my head back slightly as my husband continued to delve into the depths of my yearnings and my extremely wet pussy. As I looked out the window and up thru my dark sunglasses, I noticed the truck driver was apparently very interested in what we were doing in our car. He was leaning out of his window to look down through the sunroof and open window, seeming more than interested in what was happening in our car.

My first thought was to stop what we were doing, but then we moved ahead of the truck, and I continued to lose myself in my husband’s attentions. As I drifted deeper into my ecstasy, I began to have thoughts of exhibitionism. The excitement was enhanced by knowing that the trucker could only watch. Occasionally I heard the truck coming up next to us, and then we or the truck would be forced by the traffic to move on ahead. It was such an exciting game of peek-a-boo and he was taking every opportunity to see us play. It made me so hot that I almost came a number of times, but my husband could feel my climax building so he would tease me and make me want more. Knowing the truck driver was watching further enhanced the plateau that they were both keeping me on!

My juices were flowing, as my husband’s fingers entered my pussy once again. I felt him slide in and out, completely drenching his fingers. I could feel my nipples hardening in the excitement. He took a moment to lick the juices off his fingers, and I heard the truck pull up next to us again. I really couldn’t take the tease anymore, so I reached down to finger myself and began alternating between rubbing my clit and pressing a couple of fingers deep into my pussy. My ever-observant husband took advantage his now free right hand to find his way under my top so he could squeeze my breasts and pinch my nipples.

I could feel “he” was watching as his truck paced along side us. I began to want him to see more to watch me pleasure myself. But the peek-a-boo glimpses continued as we moved slightly forward, then he moved forward.

I was totally lost in my exquisite ecstasy. I began rubbing faster and faster, my heart was pounding. My nipples were getting pinched, and “he” was watching on and off again as we moved with the creeping traffic. We pulled ahead of the truck again, but I was so turned on, that I kept up the pace rising toward my orgasm.

As I began to feel that intense warmth of an oncoming orgasm, I heard the truck next to us again, and I knew that the truck driver was going to watch me cum… that excited me even more – a total stranger watching me bring myself to orgasm… my husband raised my tiny top above my breasts exposing them fully to the sun… and the truck driver… as he pinched my erect nipples hard.

The excitement rose until I couldn’t hold it back any longer, drenched in my own juices, I exploded into an intense orgasm, moaning in pleasure. My pussy continued to spasm for what felt like several minutes as my orgasm was so intense. It left me limp for a few minutes after. I thought about the trucker while I began to recover and what he saw while I was deep in orgasm. Then the truck moved forward, then we moved forward. As my husband slowly removed his hand from my breasts, I sat up in my seat, made an attempt at straightening my top & skirt to realize we had not moved very far in traffic. I again wondered what the man in the red truck actually saw. Just then, the truck driver pulled ahead of us slightly and purposefully stuck his hand out his window with a hearty thumbs-up. Seems he got quite the show and enjoyed every minute of it.

It wasn’t long after that that the traffic began to break free. As we passed the red truck one more time, I stuck my hand out the sunroof and gave him a quick wave acknowledging his presence and observation during our afternoon play.