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I turned up the volume as Rammstein’s industrial dance music began filling my car with heavy sounds. Sitting snugly in the driving seat I began moving my body to the rock guitars riffs and with my head bobbing to the pulsating rhythm, I was really in the groove. I was on my way back to Holland from a dirty weekend in Hamburg and this sort of music helped pass away the time and kilometres. My joy was short lived because as I passed the famous port city of Bremen the autobahn was backed up due to an accident. Of the three carriageways available, all were blocked and everyone was moving forward at a snail’s pace. Anyway since we were going nowhere fast, I lounged in my seat and really let myself go. The deep bass reverberated through the Bose audio system and my body rocked and jerked in time to the powerful rock beat. Through the tinted windows of my Volkswagen, I could see cars everywhere and wondered if anyone had seen me going crazy. I needn’t have worried. To the left of me was a large business-like BMW with blacked out windows and to the right a long line of juggernauts waiting resignedly like the rest of us. I’d never really paid any attention to trucks before as I whizzed past them but now sitting next to one, I was quite surprised how big they were. The one beside me seemed enormous and towered over my little car. Gazing forward I could see cigarette smoke snaking out of the driver’s window. He was probably just as bored as I was, I assumed. Contemplating his job, I couldn’t think of anything more tedious than day in, day out driving hundreds of thousands of kilometres, when the cars in front of me moved up a couple of meters and glad of a distraction I pressed the clutch in and selected first gear. The truck hadn’t moved and now I was almost next to the cab and through the open window I could see the profile of a young man sporting a wild mane of hair. As if knowing I was watching him the truck driver looked round and stared down at me. His hair falling over his handsome angular shaped face obscured his view but I could feel his intense stare. His five o’clock shadow was clearly visible against his tanned aristocratic features. Above his toothpaste commercial Acıbadem escort smile, which was beaming deliberately at me, his regal nose moved up and down curiously as he gave me the once over. A large masculine hand ran through his long fringe, pushing it over his head and out of his eyes, and his piecing blues momentarily took my breath away and caused shivers to run down my spine. Jesus he was good looking. I felt a tingling sensation run through my veins as our eyes locked on to each other. As we continued our staring contest, I was aware of moisture forming inside my panties. Suddenly a loud growling engine sound coming from deep within the truck made me jump and I broke off visual tug of war. Powerful vibrations caused my car to tremble slightly as my victorious opponent let out the clutch and brought the monstrous behemoth to motion. The driver averted his eyes from me, glanced briefly at the road ahead and then he looked back in my direction. His eyes were laughing and then he gave me a saucy knowing wink. I watched fascinated, smiling stupidly as my admirer slowly pulled away, his gaze still fixed on his mirror. I couldn’t deny the ego boost his attention was giving me and felt myself wishing for some more. I inspected my face in the rear view mirror and then looked down at my thin summer dress. It had risen so far up my legs during the journey that he could almost see my panties through the split in front and would have if my legs hadn’t been clamped together. Then the penny dropped. Shocked, my hand moved in front of my mouth as my jaw dropped in surprise. That’s why he’d been so interested I thought, almost certain of my convictions. The cheeky bugger hadn’t been interested in me; he’d been ogling my legs the whole time, seeing if he could get a glimpse of between my thighs. My surprise grew into a knowing smile as I thought about what just happened. I never really consider what I’m wearing when I’m in the car but now the realization that truck drivers are getting a free peep show when I wear anything short or sexy, certainly made me smile. I inspected my outfit and frowned in puzzlement. The line of Kaynarca escort bayan buttons down the front of my dress could have given my admirer a much more tantalising view, but for some reason I’d dropped the ball. Normally a few would, no not would, should have been undone, displaying my feminine wares but obviously I’d been distracted. I have a good body and I’m not ashamed of showing it off and couldn’t understand why I’d been so chaste. Admittedly I hadn’t realised that truckers were quite so lecherous but what the hell. Without thinking I quickly addressed the issue and loosened the top three or four buttons. I pulled my neckline open and saw my perfectly shaped breasts encased in a sexy bra appear. The garment was designed to give an impressive cleavage, and it worked, but when my dress opened up the scent of spent cum wafted in my nose and suddenly I remembered why my dress was arranged so primly. In the hotel car park, minutes before I’d started my homeward journey, my latest conquest insisted on getting a very messy last minute blow-job before letting me go. I wanted to oblige him and sank to my knees. After a couple of minutes of high risk fellatio, he’d shown his appreciation and showered me with a huge load of cum. As he turned and walked away, he left me kneeling beside my car with warm spunk dripping down my face on to my chest. I’d tried cleaning up, but knew I’d missed some, especially where the creamy liquid had soaked into the soft material of my clothes. Now, the intoxicating aroma penetrated my nostrils, a potent reminder of how depraved I was. The traffic in front of me began moving again and I returned my attention to the present. “God I’m a slut!” I smiled to myself enthusiastically as I released the clutch and began creeping forward. As I drew up beside the truck again, I saw my young man look down fleetingly and then stifled a giggle when he did a double take. My new clothing arrangements obviously found favour because after giving me the thumbs up, a muscular arm reached up and grabbed something that looked like a microphone. My admirer pulled the microphone towards his sensual mouth and Escort Aydınlı began talking. I kept watching him and when he looked again I decided to emphasize my assets. Puffing up my chest and arching my back as much as I could, I showed off my girlies in the best possible way. By the look in his eyes, my provocation was definitely having an effect on him. Unfortunately for both of us, our enjoyment was short lived because whilst he looked wistfully down at me, I continued moving forward motion until I eventually disappeared out of his field of vision. A loud klaxon, like one of those American freight trains sounded behind me and in my rear view mirror I saw a large ball of light illuminate the vehicles around it. I was momentarily puzzled. The bright lights belonged to a truck some way back in the traffic. Another loud klaxon sounded but this was much closer. I looked over my shoulder and heard the noise coming from the truck I’d just past. I suddenly realised that both vehicles were travelling together and they were communicating via the walkie talkie. An indulgent smile lit up my face. It didn’t take a brain surgeon to guess what they were talking about. This was exciting and my wanton side wanted to do something really outrageous, something that would really get the airwaves crackling. My pussy was getting wetter by the minute and my nipples were straining against the soft material containing them which was no surprise because I was horny as hell. I watched the tucks and in particular the one I was interested in, start to move and my breath quickened in anticipation. I hurriedly reached inside my bra to adjust my girls, to make them more prominent but as I finished, I saw my efforts were in vain because my truck stopped just a few meters behind me. Although it was tantalizingly close, as far as I was concerned he could have been on the other side of the moon, for all the good it was doing. A wave of disappointment swept over me because in the far distance the numerous blue lights of the emergency services could be seen. At this rate it wouldn’t take long for us to pass them and my naughty encounter would be over. Then all the lanes started forward, but frustratingly the distance between our two vehicles never seemed to diminish and I began cursing out loud. I contemplated slowing down to let my admirer catch up and even took my foot of the gas, but as soon as the gap began closing, illuminated red lights in front of me meant I had to stop, in a hurry.

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