"Under the dress," I whispered. "I haven't got anything on underneath. My pussy's bare. And wet. I'll pull up the hem for you."
His fingers found my dripping cunt and my hand his hot, throbbing cock at exactly the same time. I clamped my thighs around his hand, sealing it to my horny cunt. Simultaneously my fingers encircled his uncoiling prick, pulling it out along with a set of hairy balls from my mystery man's pants.
I loved giving hand-jobs. I loved the way the cock-shaft felt so strong and sturdy in my hand. So smooth. Like I was stroking some piece of priceless art sculpted from marble.
The veins pulsed against my hand like they would burst at any moment. They throbbed with the blood rushing to the quivering, swollen cock-head.
I stroked all the way down to his churning balls and back up again, loving the feel of every inch of his cock. And I'd been absolutely right. My fingers told me it was just a shade over ten inches. The perfect length as far as I was concerned.
Between my legs, his hand was working up a storm on my cunt. Two fingers penetrated me as he gave me a double-pronged finger-fuck. He sent each finger in an opposite direction, spreading the interior of my cunt to the ultimate. My pussy-juice wouldn't stop flowing.
Above the table we both watched the floorshow as though it were the only thing going on. Actually, the steamy entertainment was part of what was going on below our waists. Every move the naked dancer made turned each of us on even more. I could sense it in the way the guy's cock jumped when she did something really filthy… and the way my cunt spasmed.
Low-down from the first moment she walked on stage, by the third record, this dancer was like an animal in heat. Her cunt seemed to blaze all the way across the room at us. Looking at it was like an invitation to terminal horniness. There was nobody in the world who could have looked at her hairy, dripping, constantly split pussy and not be turned on.
And her tits were just as fantastic. They were glistening because she had smeared her own cunt-juice all over them. Globs of twat-cream soaked her strawberry nipples.
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" I whispered in the guy's ear, steadily stroking his long, thick prick.
"You mean the number?" he said, using a favorite expression of Phil's.
"Yes," I chuckled. "Or if you'd like me to spell it out for you, F-U-C-K."
"R-I-G-H-T O-N," he said, grabbing his cock and stuffing it back inside his pants.
"Where? We can't do it here."
"In the back of my truck. I'm hauling a load of furniture. Except for the fact it's pitch black inside, it'll be just like home."
"I can dig it," I panted eagerly. "Which truck is it?"
"I'll go first and open up. Then you follow a few minutes later. It's right outside this place, parked second from the left. You can't miss it."
CHAPTER EIGHT
Waiting those five minutes before I followed him was almost more than I could bear. Watching the dancer to fill the time, I got hornier and hornier. I was afraid that I was going to get so turned on I'd start masturbating and never get out the door. It was a good thing that a woman can come indefinitely or I'd have already shot my load for the day.
When I couldn't wait any longer, I split. Making my way out to the parking lot, I felt my thighs sticking to each other with every step, so thick was my constant pussy discharge.
There it was. Second truck from the left. It would have caught my eye under any circumstances. It looked just like Phil's.
I ran up to it and knocked on the corrugated back panel of the rig. "Hurry up and get on in," he hissed as he raised the door. "We haven't got much time. I'm already behind schedule. I want to get home by this evening."
"Wife?" I said understandingly as I crawled into the darkness.
"Yep," he said, pulling the door down before I had a chance to make out his features.
"Why aren't you saving it for her?" I asked.
"I'd planned to. But you made me an offer I couldn't refuse."
"No kidding," I said with surprise, pleased I was so alluring.
"Right on. Now get that silly hippie dress off and let's fuck."
"Are you already stripped?" I asked breathlessly, thrilled at the prospect of his total nudity.
"Feel."
He grabbed my hand and placed it to his bare belly. Then he moved it down until my fingers were intertwined in his pubic hair. At last I felt his twitching dick and throbbing balls.
After that introduction to his naked body, I lost no time in presenting him mine. Out of my loose-fitting dress in an instant, I hurled myself at him, my bare tits squashing against his hairy chest.
"Mmmmmmm," he moaned, "you've got fantastic tits. I can feel the nipples rubbing against me."
"Better than the dancers?"
"Which one?" he laughed.
"Both."
"You better believe it," he said, leaning down so he could start nibbling at my jugs.
I leaned back to accommodate his licking and fell onto a long broad couch. In an instant I had a leg hooked over the back, the other one splaying in the opposite direction with my foot anchored to the floor. My cunt was as open as it could possibly be.
He fell on me like I had planned. His hips fit right into the slot of my open thighs, his cock jabbing instantaneously against the mouth of my pussy.
Continuing to suck my tits as though his life depended on it, he pushed a hand between us and slid it down to his throbbing dick. Grasping his shaft, he guided his erect tool inside my cunt, spreading the lips with its insistent head.
"Fuck me, fuck me!" I screamed. "I can't wait any longer. All the way to your balls!"
My breath was taken away as I got what I asked for. With one lunge his prick slid all the way to the hilt inside my cunt.
I wrapped my legs around his waist while my ass wriggled with delight. Shoving my crotch at him with limitless sexual energy, I met his plunge, fucking back as good as I took.
"God, you can fuck," the guy said after we had started to grind away in earnest. "I've only ever had one as good."
"Who?" I answered with mock jealousy.
"My old lady."
"You mean your wife?"
"That's what my husband calls me," I said without thinking.
"You married?" he said incredulously. "Does your husband know what you do in your spare time?"
"He's a trucker, too," I confessed. "He's gone a lot, and I…"
"Say no more," he said understandingly. "I'm gone so much myself sometimes I think I wouldn't blame my wife if she…"
"Played around?"
"Yeah," he said sheepishly. "Now let's stop all this family talk and just shut up and do what we came here to do. Fuck!"
I was only too glad to oblige. His surging cock up my cunt made further conversation impossible, anyway, as he began fucking me with a fury. I replied with equal passion, swallowing his full prick with my sucking cunt.
While we fucked, my hands grappled with everything I could get them on between his legs. His balls were slick with sweat and his ass was even stickier, steaming with the passion of animalistic sex after a long hot day on the road.
I plunged my finger into his tight asshole, thrilling as the strong muscles closed around my knuckle.
"Stick it further in my ass," he groaned. "Finger-fuck me until you can feel shit. Then pull out when I come."
I knew just what he was talking about. That was just what Phil liked when we were fucking at home. I knew all about the prostate gland inside a man's ass, and how if I jabbed and tickled it enough, his balls would produce twice as much precious sperm.
"Ahhhh, that's it," he sighed as I slid not one, but two fingers up his bunghole to the limit. I started finger-fucking him, feeling the chunks of shit at the end of his rectum brushing against my fingertips.
In my cunt his cock was tilling me to the pit of my stomach, it seemed. It felt as though he would continue tearing through my body until the head of his prick rubbed against my spine.