Had fun in the back of a few trucks over the years. My favourite was one night after I’d been let down at an outdoor meet and had returned home. Unusually everyone else was away so I risked returning home we dressed as Caroline still.
As a result, I was have still desperately horny so thought I’d have some last looks on Fab, though it had gone midnight
I got a message from an HGV driver parked in Aldershot. The pics looked okay but no face shots. However, the verifications were good so I agreed to meet.
I drove over, realising that he was parked in the town centre - not the high street but a wide street just off it. He was in a fully laden car transporter. The street was very brightly lit but not many other vehicles around
I was dressed in a pink pvc basque with a tight lacy see-thru top, pink pvc miniskirt that didn’t cover my stocking tops, 6” heels, long shiny gloves. My makeup was heavy, dangly earrings, slut collar. I didn’t put a wig, having seen in the mirror that I looked like Jamie-Lee in Trading Places an obvious tart.
Excited and feeling so slutty, I deliberately parked 30 yards away and messaged to say I’d arrived. He flashed his lights, I grabbed my handbag, got out of the car, locked it and put the keys in my bag. Turned on by the thought that there most be people looking from some of the buildings, I sashayed towards the transporter, wiggling like Marilyn. My date added to my visibility by turning his headlights on.
I reached the vehicle hornier than I think I’d ever been. He leaned out the window, whistled, and said “you dirty, fucking whore”, “That’s what you ordered” I responded. He opened the door and, very carefully in those heels, I climbed in.
He was naked already and greeted me with a deep kiss. He drew the curtains and I knelt on the passenger seat and took his already stiff cock between my lips - a bit sorry that this wasn’t all still on show
I sucked away, occasionally withdrawing his cock from my mouth to lick his shaft and balls, suck balls and back to deep throating.
Eventually he ordered “on the bed”. I sat on it , lay back and spread my legs apart to show my lacy panties. He responded by shoving his hand under my skirt, squeezing my cock and balls briefly, then pushing a finger into my pussy. I moaned with pleasure as he gently opened me up, pushing another finger, then another into me. I moaned loudly, not caring if anyone outside could hear. He then coated his fingers with lube, rubbed this generously into my hole, unwrapped a condom and rolled it onto his shaft. “Fuck me” I moaned, somewhat unnecessarily but I was absolutely gagging got it.
He lay on top of me and I guided him into my pussy. Not so girthy that it hurt: it felt so good as he started to pound me. I was moaning so loudly at this point, it could have been heard well down the street
He thrust away for several minutes , occasionally bending down to French kiss. Eventually I felt a hot blast inside me:my cock gushed inside my panties as he came.
We lay there for a few minutes, entwined and kissing at intervals. He smiled and said “I need to get to sleep; I’m away again at 5”
Picking up my bag, I clambered down the steps, hoping I’d be seen but the street was deserted. Still turned on , I walked away from my car, determined to be seen by someone. I walked up to the high street and strutted along while several cars passed. Realising that I was taking stupid risks, I turned and walked back to the car without seeing a single person on foot.
I’d been very well fucked but still horny. So I drove off to a digging spot a few miles away (Odiham lay-by). That wasn’t the end of the night but that’s another story 😜 |