The dash on the passenger side of that old red Kenworth had a nice sloping angle to it so that it sloped towards the front edge of the bucket seat.
I loved to turn around backwards and recline back on the dash with my ass in the seat and my legs propped up on the back of the seat stretching up to the roof of the cab.
He seemed to enjoy it when I’d lay back this way. He could easily reach my outstretched legs and run his hands over my skin. Mostly he seemed to enjoy the comments other drivers would make about his wife as he passed them.
On a trip to Houston one night the rocking motion of the truck coupled with the vibrations pulsing through my seat from the stereo began to make me throb and ache for him.
He’d been hitting the highway pretty hot since early that morning. I was craving the warm intense feel of his hands massaging and caressing my silky skin.
I needed to feel that warm tingling sensation that would come from deep inside me when his hands would move lightly over my inner thigh and brush the crotch of my jeans so lightly I almost couldn’t feel it.
I asked if we would be stopping soon and was disappointed to find out we were 3 hours out of Houston and were already running behind schedule. How much of an emergency is a load of Coors beer anyhow.
I thought if I slipped into something a little more comfortable and a lot sexier maybe he’d drive faster or throw caution into the wind and let the drunks wait just a little longer.
I went into the bunk and pulled out my purple lace bustier that laced up the front with ribbon and the matching thong.
It was his favorite, I figured if anything would do the trick that would be the one.
Leaving the garter belt and stockings out this time, I slipped back into the cab placed a pillow on the dash of the truck and assumed my favorite relaxing position.
Back against the dash, ass in the bucket seat with my long silky smooth legs stretched out towards the roof with ankles crossed.
The act itself was incredibly tantalizing for me. I had never exposed myself in public in such a way.
Even though it was dark and we were cruising down the highway at an excessive rate of speed.
I still felt as though I was parading myself publicly in the eyes of strangers. It felt sinfully thrilling esp. for someone that had yet to venture from the comfort of her own bedroom or living room.
When I got myself comfortably positioned, I turned my face away from him watching the traffic we were passing by. Partly to show him, that I was ignoring him and partly so he couldn’t see the red heat that had grown in my face from feeling so daring and exposed.
He turned the stereo down and spoke my name softly but I ignored him and kept singing.
His voice rose a little and he asked me to take my panties off. I felt the heat from my face move rapidly down my neck right into my breast. I jerked my head to face him, shocked.
He just smiled and told me that I hadn’t come to my seat half naked for the hell of it.
I told him I couldn’t do that, but I’d go to bed if he wished.
He said no, and again asked me to remove my panties, assuring me that know one could see us or would even imagine what we might be up too in the cab of that truck.
Even though it was pitch dark and the only lights in the cab were the soft glow of the led on the stereo and the CB radio I suddenly felt as though the driver of the truck we were passing could see me. I felt my body tremble with fear and excitement.
Once we had finished passing the freight liner. I rose slightly off the seat and slid my panties over my ass, without bending my legs I slid them all the way up over my ankles and out of them.
He held his hand out for them, and when I had handed them to him he brought them to his face and seemed to smell them long and deep.
Told me that he knew I was excited because I was already wet and he loved the sweet smell of me.
As we passed yet another truck. I could feel that red heat traveling farther down my breast, could feel myself becoming even wetter as he spoke to me.
He told me to spread my legs.
I shot him a look and thought to myself “Oh, God he’s not stopping. Just what in the hell does he think is going to happen this way while he’s driving”
He pulled the arm rest down on my seat told me to hang my right leg over it and let the left fall against the door.
I got that naked in public feeling and said I can’t do that.
He said yes you can, I want to watch you masturbate.
Oh, my god. That forbidden act. I wasn’t raised that way. Not that I never had, I just never had with the thought that someone else might actually know that I had, Let alone watch me in the act.
I thought what in the hell have I started. This wasn’t the plan.
I was just suppose to entice him into pulling off the road long enough to please me. In the privacy of our bed, the way I had been raised, the way he had taught me to begin with.
I felt that trembling in my body again, followed by a warm rush from the combination of excitement, fear, embarrassment. Not sure which was the strongest feeling?
I protested, he asked me to rest the heel of my right foot across his shoulder on the back of his seat. I did as he asked.
He asked me again to masturbate for him.
