A (mostly) true story
A few years back when Jenny and I were first living together, we were heading home along Sunset Boulevard from a wild party in Beverly Hills. We had just bought an Alpha Romeo Spyder convertible and, of course had the top down as we usually did in L. A. We had had several drinks at the party and were feeling NO pain.
If you have ever been on Sunset, you know that it is as brightly lit as any thoroughfare in the world. I had on a 3-piece suit and Jenny was wearing a very short dress with a low cut top that barely covered her big boobs and she had nothing on under it. We hadn't much more than turned onto Sunset heading towards Hollywood when Jenny began to get me out of my suit and soon had my jacket, vest and tie off, my shirt unbuttoned and my fly open and was giving me a great hand job.
I was determined not to be outdone by my lovely mate and had pushed her skirt up to her waist and pulled the top down so her breasts were completely exposed for all the world to see. I was driving with one hand and playing with her pussy with the other, tickling her clit and fingering her as deeply as I could.
We were completely oblivious of everything around us as we proceeded through Bel Aire and into Hollywood and nearly jumped out of the rest of our clothes at the blast of an air horn right beside us. We looked up into the grinning face of a truck driver and his leering partner leaning out of the cab of a tractor-trailer rig rolling along beside the car.