I was stuck in a traffic jam on the freeway. I usually work from home but that day my boss was interviewing someone for a new position. He asked me to sit in on the interview and ask any relevant questions that occurred to me. I knew I wasn't going to make it. I called him and told him I was stuck in a traffic jam. He said that he'd heard about a huge pile-up on the freeway on the radio and that it would probably be closed for hours. He suggested I get off at the next exit and go home. He could handle the interview by himself.
But nothing was moving. The freeway was a four lane car park. I set my SatNav for home. It said to exit left in two kilometres. I was in the right lane. I should mention that I'm in Australia and we drive on the left side of the road here, just to avoid confusion.
I turned on the radio and listened to the news. The accident sounded bad. Two large trucks and a dozen cars were involved. I didn't understand why the traffic wasn't moving slowly since according to the reports on the radio, the pile-up was further away than the next exit. Three ambulances and a fire truck sped past in the emergency lane. I could see a few helicopters flying around or hovering in the distance.
Then I heard on the radio that there had been a secondary accident between a tow truck and a car trying to take the exit ahead. That explained why the exit was blocked. I loosened my tie and undid the top two bottoms of my shirt. I'd spent hours the night before airing my suit and washing and ironing my best white office shirt. Pointlessly.
It was still early but it was forecast to be a hot day. I couldn't keep the engine running so the AC was stopped. I wound down the windows and felt a nice cool breeze. A police car drove past in the emergency lane. A few minutes later the traffic started to crawl forward. The lanes to the left of me were moving faster but everyone was still mostly stationary.
I heard music playing loudly as a new looking white pickup truck pulled up on my left. Then I heard singing. I looked over. The young man behind the wheel was singing along to the music playing on his sound system. He had his shirt off and his windows wound down. Not only was he the most spectacularly beautiful guy I have ever seen, he could actually sing.
He looked to be some kind of Asian: Thai or maybe Balinese though well built with nice muscles in his arms and what I could see of his chest. I couldn't take my eyes off him as he sung and moved his body in a kind of seated dance to the music. He happened to notice me looking at him. He stopped singing, turned his music down then leaned over towards me. He looked angry.
"What are you lookin' at?" he yelled over to me.
I couldn't help but smile back at him. I could feel my cock swelling in my suit trousers.
"You," I yelled back at him still smiling and pointing my finger but then, like the complete slut I truly am, at least from the safety of my car, I stuck my tongue out through the left side of my mouth and licked my lips seductively.
He smiled and then laughed. Beautiful white teeth, full pink lips, dark brown almond shaped eyes, a perfect face, my god he was beautiful. Catastrophically, his lane moved on but his truck stopped a few car lengths ahead.
A minute later, I was level with him again. He looked over at me and smiled. He had turned his music back up. Again, I acted the complete slut from the cocoon of my car, put my fist up to my mouth and gestured in imitation of sucking cock while looking at him. He laughed again but then I heard the blast of a car horn. I hadn't noticed that the cars ahead of me had moved. I waved to the guy and then moved forward again.
Half a minute later, I saw that his lane was moving up again. I did something completely shocking. You have to believe I am not really like this normally. I unzipped my trousers and dug my semi-hard cock out. A microsecond later it was hard. I shielded it with my arm as the other cars drove past but no one looked anyway.
When he came up again he stopped level with me though there was still a gap in front of him. He looked over and smiled again. Then I revealed my hard penis to him. From the angle he was at in his truck, he could see it clearly. I grabbed it by the base and waved it back and forward at him.
It wiped the smile of his face but I could almost see his mouth watering. For a moment, he couldn't take his eyes off it. Then he looked back at me and yelled,
"Follow me!"
Though weirdly, he then gestured for me to move into the gap in front of him. When my lane moved forward a bit, I put my indicator on and pulled into his lane in front of him. I was looking at him in the rear view mirror but he was looking at the lane to his left. Suddenly, in the midst of blasting horns, he barged into the next lane but then stopped and again waved for me to pull in in front of him.
A minute later, he repeated the same manoeuvre. I was still looking in the rear view mirror at him while keeping an eye on the traffic ahead. We were now in the left-most lane and the traffic was moving a bit faster than the other lanes. I put my cock away though it was still engorged and now leaking a little. There were police cars stopped in the emergency lane making sure idiots were not jumping the queue to the next exit. I don't know what the police would have done if they'd seen a driver with his erect cock out.
