Her fingers entered the slit and she slid them back and forth. From her cut to the rear corner of the horizontal smile, she rubbed the tender flesh inside her, Her lust mixed with the speed of the car, and the blend was intoxicating. Poking her middle finger into the mouth to her snatch made her head float with a mellow pleasure that always preceded getting really turned on. She stroked and drove, oblivious to everything but the traffic and her cunt.
Suddenly, her eye was caught by a form looming up in her rear-view mirror. A huge truck was following her only a few feet from her rear bumper. Looking closely in the mirror, she could see the driver, and she couldn't help noticing that he was grinning from ear to ear. It became clear to her slightly muddled brain that he had seen her jerking. off from his high cab, and now he was having a little sport. Hand was as fun-loving as anyone, and she was willing to play with this trucker.
She Jet him pull alongside of her on her right so he could get another good view. She didn't slow down the would have to keep up if he wanted to play with a fast chick like her. When the cab of the truck was even with her car, she looked up at the driver. He was glaring down at her and he stuck out his tongue in a curling motion that meant he wanted to eat her pussy. Hand merely continued rubbing herself and looked up at him from time to time with a passionate expression on her face. 'Hey pull over, baby!" the trucker yelled.
"I'd rather do myself!" she hollered back.
Pressing the accelerator down until the jag picked up five miles per, Hand began to pull away from the truck. She was doing a cool ninety-five when she noticed the truck catching up with her. She let him come alongside again, but she could tell that his diesel was straining. Looking up at him, she could see that he had an expression of lust on his face, too. Only one hand could be seen on his steering wheel where before there were two, and the truck was wandering around from side to side in the lane.
She knew what he was doing, and he knew she knew. They were both driving down the highway, jerking off! Hand had her head back against the headrest and her skirt had ridden up around her waist, giving the trucker a good view of her beaver. He could see that her fingers were shoved way up her pussy. Hand heard her voice above the pun of her engine and the roar of the laboring diesel beside her, as moans of lust escaped from her lips. Her orgasm was only seconds away as she rubbed her clit harder and shoved her finger farther up her cave. With eyelids at half-mast, she looked up at the guy in the truck again. He was wearing an expression of advanced passion and Hand could imagine his hand full of hard cock.
The truck began swerving crazily. The truckerwas obviously coming, and so was she. It took all her self-control to keep the car under control as her brain exploded with ecstasy. She had to fight herself to keep her eyes closed. When the truck and her car once again were traveling in a straight line, and when she felt her jack-off partner's eyes on her again, she pulled her fingers from her pussy, and slowly lifted them to her mouth. Taking the funky fingers inside, she sucked the tasty juice from them. While she still had her fingers in her mouth, she looked at her new friend. His eyes were like saucers. Suddenly, Hand pressed her foot to the floor and the Jag took off, leaving the truck as if it had stopped.
Hand chuckled to herself as she thought about the poor guy telling his fellow truckers about his experience. Would they believe him? she wondered. If they knew her, they would believe it! That had been a nice little game, but it was time to get down to business. If she was going to get something more than her own finger into her cunt before the day was over, she would have to get going. Her driving bad taken her to a corner of the city that she wasn't familiar with. Should she try to dig up some action here, or would she be better off heading back to neighborhoods she was more familiar with? New cocks could. always be found, and a change would do her good, she figured.
Giving the wheel a tug sent the car sailing across three lanes and up an exit ramp. Ann found herself in a barrio that she never even knew existed. The street she was driving down was lined with little shops, and men sat in front of them watching the traffic going by. Ann had had Spanish lovers before, and she knew what good fuckers they were. Letting the car slow to a crawl, Ann rolled down the Street and took in the sights. Her car attracted the attention of nearly everyone in sight, and as they stared at her, she stared back. There seemed to be a fair ratio of young men among the crowd on the sidewalks, and Ann was getting more interested by the minute. A few of the kids whistled and called out to her. The sound was music in her ears. As long as she could elicit those sorts of responses, she felt great, and, at thirty-six, she planned to be in shape to keep those whistles and yells coming for a long time.
She pulled the Jag into a parking spot and turned off the purring engine. Some of the kids who had watched her cruise down the street were walking towards her now, and when she swung her shapely legs from the car, there was a group standing on the opposite side of the street, ready to appreciate the view.
As she stood up, the coal air slid up her mini-skirt, along with the group of boys. Her tits bounced with, her movement, then settled into their perky position on her chest.
"Hey, honey, come over here!" one of the boys yelled. "What a body," said another. There were
other comments that Ann couldn't catch, and a whole chorus of whistles and cries.
Ann looked at the group for a second with a friendly expression on her pretty face, then started walking down the sidewalk. As she walked, she felt the weight of her tits as they bobbed up and down with every step. The fabric of her skirt slid over her swiveling, hips and ass as she exaggerated the motion of her swaying stride.
The group of boys followed her down the street and was joined by more and more horny young kids, who added their voices to the taunting din. Although they were at least twenty feet behind her, Ann could feel their desire on her body. The farce of their staring eyes wrapped around her legs mid crept towards her crotch. Her cunt was leaking again, as if they actually had their hands on her.
She stopped to look in the window of a shoe store. The styles were interesting to look at, but she stopped to give the bunch of kids another view of her. Ann was rather proud of her profile, and as she looked in the window, she stuck her tits out even more.
The boys stopped, keeping the same distance between themselves and her, and feasted on the sight. Not one of them failed to imagine how it would feel to rub his face between those boobs. Her ass, sticking out behind her, made a firm impression on them, too. The fun cheeks pressed against her tight skirt as the boys' stiff cocks were
pressed against their jeans.
Ann stepped back from the glass and saw her reflection in it. She liked what she saw and took the opportunity to adjust her clothing. Grabbing her blouse at the bottom, she tugged it down tighter over her bulging tits until the nipples could be clearly seen poking through the material. She smoothed the wrinkles from her skirt so the true shape of her hips and ass could be appreciated. Taking a last look at herself, she was attracted by something in the store. Her eyes adjusted to the dim light within, and she saw that she was being watched by a bunch of shoe salesmen in the store, as well as by everyone on the street.
She turned with a flourish, and continued on down the street. Some of the kids following her were good-looking studs, and she was wondering how she could weed out a few of them, and where she could take them. Maybe if she just hung around for a while, some of them might go away, and if the right ones stayed on, she would have that part of the problem licked.