To be clear, it wasn’t a truck that was moving, it was a truck used for moving lol. Though I’ll probably add that to my list of things to try.
So I was on tinder (pre covid), and looking for a quick hookup. It was around day 3 of a dry spell when I finally got a responsive match. Some girl nearby named Amanda. She looked pretty hot from her profile.
Her messages were odd though. Typically short and to the point, like she was upset. But she was pretty encouraging on us meeting, so I kept going. Still couldn’t shake the strange texts though.
After about an hour, she asks to meet, like right away. Like it would be urgent. I agreed. She asked me what I would be wearing, identifying features, etc. Strange. She told me what she would be wearing, and an exact place and time she would be waiting, and how long we had. I got those bad vibes again, but pussy is a hell of a drug. She said she “might” explain later.
I get to the specified location about a half our later and get out of my car on the dot for the specified time. I see Amanda in the clothes she said she’d be in. An early twenties woman, big tits, black t-shirt, jeans, and a ponytail. Leaning against the back of a moving truck, she recognizes me and waves me over. I didn’t even get close enough to really get a good look at her before she open up the back of the truck. I see some furniture in there. Random stuff like a dresser, a couch, tables… She says “come on, get in”. Those bad vibes again. I hesitate. She climbs in a grabs my hand to beckon me in. Welp… I’m committed now.
She starts closing the door. The panic and distrust must have been apparent on my face, because she looked back and made eye contact, making me aware she was leaving it open a crack as a sign of goodwill.
She got up and started taking my shirt off. “Come on, my coworkers are at lunch, we only have a few minutes”. But as she said that, I heard her sniffle a bit, she sounded like she’d been crying. I stopped her. “Wait wait wait. Are you ok? What’s going on here?”
“Nothing. My boyfriend broke up with me over text earlier today, so I’m doing things I wanted to do now”. Amanda had definitely been crying recently.
I told her “We can wait, or not do it at all if you want. We can just talk”.
She resumed taking off my clothes a bit, then took her top off. No bra. “Maybe. Talk later”. She pulled me over to the couch that was strapped down and bent over it. I undid my jeans and pulled my cock out, she immediately grabbed it and pulled me into her, tits hanging.
For a sad girl, she was soaking wet, and apparently liked her hair pulled. I fucked her while she was bent over this random green couch for a few minutes before she turned around and laid down on it and spread her legs. She started rubbing her clit “I cum easier on my back”. I slid back in and (as quietly as I could) pounded the sadness out of her.
Sge came pretty quick after we switched positions. “Cum on my pussy, not in it. On my clit”. I got to my peak and pulled the condom off. I spayed my load on (where I assumed in this dark truck) her clit was. She rubbed it around between her legs for a moment, and put her clothes back on “thanks”. I followed suit and got my clothes back on.
“I know this is super weird and sketchy, I’m sorry….”. She apologized, got out of the truck and talked a bit on the curb. She let me in on her life a bit and vented. She cried a bit more. It was a lot to comprehend and it was a weird situation, but it was nice to help some one feel better.
We said our goodbyes and parted ways. Later that night, she sent me a nude with only “thanks” in the message body.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ko5gdb/the_time_i_fucked_a_girl_in_the_back_of_a_moving
You still have the nude? Lol
Wow this was a mystery I was not prepared for.