“Hoo Babeee!” The trucker hooted & hollered. “Go, honey pot, go!” Well, he did have a good reason. It’s actually a wonder that he didn’t have a wreck. With the convertible top down, the sun was warm on my bare breasts, as my sweetie & I were riding down the highway on a sexy, romantic weekend. This was to be the pre-game warm up!
My husband had cajoled & teased me into unbuttoning my blouse, taking off my bra….and was working on the rest. Leaning back into the soft leather seat, in full reclining position, feeling incredibly unlike my usual conservative self, I had my eyes closed & a smile on my face.
The breeze caressed my nipples, encouraging them to stand at full attention, so to speak. I was really getting turned on, my pussy starting to swell and ache. With one hand on the wheel & one hand working my snug jeans down my legs my husband played a little with my hard nipples, which were demanding his attentions…dare I give in to this wild, wanton feeling?…oh yes, oh yes, the lace panties suddenly were wet…his hand had moved down my belly, playing with my clit, mmmmmm, well, what’s a girl to do? Got to help him-it’s really only polite at this point.
There go the panties, out the convertible, with the wind. “Open your legs wider, baby”…he murmers.” Throw a leg over the door-there-like that..yes, push your pretty pussy up to the sun.” Talk about feeling exposed! But WOW!
The trucker had shouted, “Give it to her good, my man!” As my hunky hubby began to finger-fuck me first ever so slowly & gently; stroking and lingering on my clit…then faster & deeper…my hands on my breasts…well, the trucker just had to pull over I guess. I was so enjoying this anonymous exhibitionist trip…then, ohohohoh…ahhhh…exploding throbbing warmth, laughter & giggles…from both of us.
Is it any wonder that we still have a certain, um, fondness for convertibles?