It starts out so innocently. A small glance at a stoplight. A returned smile. The next few miles you slide past each other exchanging glances each one getting a little longer, a little bolder. At the next light, he slips beside you grinning like a wolf, his big truck dwarfing your nondescript 4 door sedan. You know you aren’t usually the one to get noticed, a married mother, so it is a thrill that this man, in this truck chose you to smile at today. It sends hot jolts of electricity through you. A rarity.
This continues for the next ten miles of highway escalating as much as it can in 3 second glances, trying hard to keep your eyes on the road and not stare at him. At the last moment, before the highway narrows to one lane, you muster up all your bravado, cast off the prim and proper wifely exterior you wear uncomfortably and blow him a kiss. Lights flash into your rear view mirror. You smile wider remembering the days when you would have stopped for his number or a quick fuck. Oh, the fun you had in trucks. You spend the next few miles in this reverie of sex and abandoned inhibitions, from a time when you were a free bird. When you let yourself admit it, you miss it terribly.
Your turn is a popular one, so you don’t think much about it when he follows your right turn on the main country road that cuts straight across the plains for miles to far off small towns. You turn on your blinker as a brief farewell to take the final turn and he flashes his lights frantically. Do you trust yourself to stop? It’s been years since you have been pleasured completely. Yours is a comfortable life of hearth and home, not satisfaction.
At the next place, a long turn out against the trees, you take a chance. You pull over into the shadows, the deepening dusk helps you and your car blend into the shadows. He gets out, leans on your open window in the crisp fall air. He is taller than you thought, his eyes sparkle a bit more than you realized in your brief glances. He has a gentle smile, the warm air crystallizes from his lips in the cooling air. You exchange words softly into the oncoming night, remembering what it felt like to be so completely desired. He hangs on your words, laughs at your wit. He is smart, responding in kind, this banter increases your needs to a fever pitch. Words will make you drop all of your boundaries. It’s a dangerous place.
Because of this need, this deep yearning you haven’t thought about in years, you surprise yourself and accept his invitation to sit in the warm cab of his truck to warm up. You finger your wedding ring, but you don’t hesitate when he opens the door. You just slide in. You know that you are late to get home, late for the life you have built, but you don’t care. This moment of being utterly and completely seen, temptress, beloved, all, drives out any other thoughts.
It starts slowly, a slight touch of the hand, a caress of the cheek. You want to gorge yourself on the moment. You need to consume every last drop, you know that tomorrow the guilt will shatter you, but this only drives you forward before you lose your nerve. His hand tracing the line of your breast. All his soft words open your buttons, undo the clasp on your bra, slip your dripping panties off your hips. Your breasts are visible in the last bits of sun as you face him in the passenger’s seat, your nipples taut and erect as he parts your shirt with his hands taking you all in. He gives a small moan as he takes a breast in his hand, holding it gently but firmly in his strong hand. You want your breast in his mouth, you need this mouth that has dripped all these words into your soul to tattoo itself on your skin, you need to be able to see it when your life crashes back in.
Straddling him on the wide bench, you place your chest in front of his face. His hands reach up to caress your shoulders, collarbone, the swell of your breasts. He lifts your nipple to his mouth and sucks it in deeply. You immediately feel a gush of wetness between your legs, your clit is alive, rubbing the growing bulge restrained by the rough denim of his jeans. You groan in complete bliss, grinding your slit against him. You can feel his shaft growing fuller.
He reaches under the skirt that has risen halfway up your hips and places his fingers against your dripping pussy. You haven’t been touched by another man in 25 years, but it doesn’t feel strange, more like a coming home. The feeling of his fingers fills more than just your soft folds. As they plunge in and out there is a depth beyond the physical, they go to your soul, touching parts of you that you had forgotten. You ride his hand with complete and total abandon. There is no life outside this truck, away from his hands, it is just this one pure moment. You feel the tension rising, your body ready to release. His mouth becomes more insistent on your breast, his hand driving over and over again. The heat builds, you are awash in this tidal wave of orgasm. Your head tosses back to the sky, your moans filling the cab. This orgasm, your favorite, the one you forgot you were capable of. The one where you cry a little, laugh a little, let go of everything that haunts you; all the regrets, misdeeds, worries lost in the flood. The one where your eyes stay closed as you catch your breath while the waves recede, the satisfaction engulfing you.
You scoot over on the bench and lean into his lap. Your juices have soaked into the fabric of his jeans, scenting them, knowing he will take them home and remember. You unzip his pants, taking care to not catch any delicate parts and free his erection from its prison. Gently, you take his cock into your mouth. It is a perfect size, just enough to fill your mouth from lip to back of throat. You go slowly, his hands on your hair providing just enough pressure for you to know where he wants you to be. On each thrust of your head you take more of his cock in your throat. Soon you are taking all of it in long, insistent strokes your mouth forming the perfect shape of his shaft. You alternate plunging your throat over him and taking him so deep he catches the back of your throat. His pre-cum flavors your mouth and you desire to have all of it. You push the tempo up, his moans now mingling with your muffled cries in the cab. His cock stiffens, and then sends the most delicious load down your throat. You lap up each drop, wanting to keep as much of this moment as you can manage. His cries are echoing from the fogged windows, you know you have given him a level of satisfaction to rival your own. Your mouth slows down, licking all the long ropes of cum off of him, cleaning him completely. You sit up, gently place him back in his pants and smile. You can feel a little of his cum on your lips, you use one long finger to clean it off and then suck it deep in your throat.
He is resting on the headrest, his voice coming back to normal. There is a smile shared between you. You know that in the light of day this will be so different, but the cab encapsulates your experience so thoroughly you wonder if it will bother you at all, it was just a moment. Certainly a glowing highlight, but still a moment not a place to be lived in. You reach for the handle of the truck, your shirt now re-buttoned, skirt returned to its rightful place, the prim and proper mother mantle coming back to greet you. In one last grab at the moment he pulls you back to him, a full kiss fierce and passionate, your lips are crushed to his. You walk back to your car, pressing your fingers to them. trying to make it stay.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/imw3lk/road_revelations_mf_oral_fingering_strangers