Oh well, not new here I’m afraid but returning (don’t we all!).
I’m a truck driver covering all of the UK. I can accommodate in my cab, but I do have to trust you before I let you in - after all it’s my home during the week.
When not in my cab, I’m in Kent and can travel to you - no huge lorry!
I’m looking to make some long term friends, who I meet in a semi regular basis. Of course, a friendship can start with a sexy liaison!
I love a gorgeous girl, but that’s not set in stone and open to offers. I’m bisexual so also up for threesome fun if you’d like me to invite me to join you and your partner …..
Just a couple of points.
Once I’m parked up, I can’t move the lorry till the morning. That means, unless you’re in walking distance or wish to pick me up, I can’t come to you. My cab is very clean and comfy though…
I drive an artic. It’s big, so I can’t just stop anywhere. Pulling into your favourite dogging spot may not be an option.
Whilst I don’t mind a bit of power play, I’d rather you didn’t call me ‘Daddy’. For those that understand, if you call me Sir, I’ll remind you that I worked for a living….
Thats the basic profile over!
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I watch you walk across the truck stop through a gap in my curtains. I know that other truckers have seen you. They’ve heard the click of your heels. They’ve seen you in your pencil skirt and seamed stockings. They’re imagining ing your perfume. They’re wanking to the thought of your lipstick staining their cocks.
You stop by your car and look back….
I looked down from the lorry into the car next to me at the lights. You were in the passenger seat. Those long legs, encased in sheer nylon. Your short skirt riding up revealing stocking tops and dark red knickers. A hand with perfectly painted nails came across from the drivers side, stroked your inner thigh before quickly moving up your leg, into your knickers and releasing your small cock. I was transfixed as the hand cupped you and squeezed your balls. You both knew I was watching. All too soon the lights changed and my turning left sent me to my drop a mile or so away.
“Like what you saw? If you’re parking in the truck stop, I’ll see you there”. Leaving that note on my door was a cool touch. Where else was I going to park that night?
The light knock on the door. The helping hand up - there really is no way to get into a lorry in high heels in a ladylike fashion. The dark cab. The comfy, but restricted bed. The passion. The laughter. Your subservience. A heady mix. A night to remember, and the first of many.
As I watch you stop by your car, I wonder what your next move is. Will you come back to my lorry? Will you go to another? Will you come away for a few days? I may take the lead role, but who truly has the power?
