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By *hineas OP Man
5 weeks ago
birtley |
The M1 slows to a stop and I roll up to the rear of truck. The sun is shining and if it wasn’t for the monotony of the haul down south, a perfect day. I wind the window down and settle back for a wait. Cars in the middle lane move are moving slightly quicker but they too eventually come to a stop and we stop start for the next couple of miles.
I keep half an eye on the passing cars, looking into see the passengers. Business men, older couples and the odd family. I look in my mirror and that’s when I see you. Something about you draws my attention. I watch as the silver car you’re a passenger in draws level and I look down. You have a grey, checked short, tight skirt which encase your gorgeous hips. The skirt stops mid thigh and long, stocking clad legs stretch in front of you.
Your top matches the skirt, with silver buttons and white braiding on the cuffs, which show off your perfectly manicured hands and bright red nail varnish. I wonder if you know I’m looking at you?
I imagine those hands slipping inside my coveralls, caressing my tummy and working down into boxers. Slowly finding my hardening cock and gently pulling the foreskin back, before releasing me from the confines of my work attire. My own hand has slipped inside, but as I stare down at you, it feels a poor substitute.
My heart jumps as you raise your head and look directly at me. I blush and look away quickly, mortified that I’ve been caught, but not before I have time to take in your features. Those lips, matching the nails, the beautiful face, the dark, lush hair. I also caught the faint trace off an amused smile on those lips. Those lips that i am now imagining kissing passionately, tongues playing with each other. I imagine us discarding our clothes as we kiss hungrily.
You look stunning in your black lingerie and suspenders. Perfectly shaped and perfectly poised. I drop to my knees and work my kisses up your thighs, before turning you round and worshipping your gorgeous arse. I bend you slightly and bury my face in it, teasing you, making you moan and making you grind it into my face, whilst lightly feeling your caged cock.
The traffic starts to move and I’m jolted out of my daydream. I steal another look at you and you return my glance. You wink at me and hoist your skirt up to show your stocking tops. Your car then speeds off.
I wonder if you realise how horny you made me? I wonder if your realise how hard I came lying in my bunk, thinking of you that night? I wonder… |
