A little backstory…I have known Matt nearly as long as I’ve been on this web site…so better part of 8 years. We did a meet and greet a few years back at a McDonalds parking lot just sitting in his pickup visiting. He was a perfect gentleman – no hanky panky that time. I did get the impression he was a bit of a good old boy…as many are in the rural areas of Missouri. At the time, he managed cattle on a small farm and ran his own business and, like me, was super busy raising two kids and transporting them all over creation for sports. He was never super big on the idea of being watched or sharing me, so early on, that was a bit of a deal killer. We stayed chat friends anyway. Over time, my husband was more comfortable and supportive of me playing solo and I was always open to the idea of playing with him. But for whatever reasons, it had never happened.
He doesn’t live super far from where I work (maybe half hour or so). And he travels a lot with his work, so I figured we’d eventually hook up somehow. He was coming through several times over this last week, and we even passed each other on the highway (opposite directions) a few times. He suggested we meet at a truck stop just west of where I work and hook up on Friday if the timing worked out. I was a little nervous about it, but I said OK. And after us teasing each other all week, I was feeling pretty horny. You’d think after I played with Zach Tuesday it would have been better…but for whatever reason, I always want MORE. And even when he mentioned that he’d forgotten to put sheets back in the sleeper, I decided I would go ahead and meet him. We’ve known each other so long and seen pics of each other enough times, it seemed like a silly thing to stop us from having some fun. It did occur to me that maybe he was looking for yet another excuse not to seal the deal.
We all know there are connotations related to truckers and hooking up at truck stops…especially with “pros”. Meeting a guy to play in a truck felt little sketchy…a little awkward…and a bit trashy. If it had been about anyone else, I probably wouldn’t have done it. I got to the truck stop and pulled around and found him parked kind of away from most of the other trucks and standing outside smoking a cigarette. Eww. He has quit smoking off and on (typically a deal breaker for me) and I guess he was back to “on”. Sigh..again…obviously I was so horny that I was willing to overlook this. Needless to say, I wasn’t so keen on making out with the ashtray taste, so we didn’t kiss on the mouth. He’d also been working, so he was in some kind of ragged and dirty work clothes. Gee..so nice of him to dress up. But yeah, I get it. He could have used a shave, haircut and shower but beggars can’t be choosers. At least he didn’t smell other than a bit of the smoke scent. No BO which would have been hard to get past.
We stood outside and visited for a while. It was a really nice afternoon. And I think both of us were a little nervous and unsure of how to get things going. I know he didn’t want to be pushy, and I was still feeling a bit reluctant about the truck thing. I’ve never done that. Funny, when I told my husband all about it later, that was the part he thought was super hot…as in a hot new adventure…while it was the part that had been hot in my mind before but felt not so hot in the moment. It was kind of weird to be like “guess I should crawl up in there and check things out”. And of course, this is a work vehicle, so it wasn’t very clean. The mattress looked old, but not particularly soiled so I tried not to think about it. I did feel mildly better when he told me he’d bought the truck new (many years ago) and the only ones that had slept there were him and his daughters when they were younger. Still had to kind of push out of my mind how cheap and trashy it felt to be a “lot lizard” (which he assured me I was not).
I continued to feel very nervous and awkward even though he was being respectful and admitted he was a bit nervous too while also excited to finally be making this happen. However, once we were in private, he didn’t waste much time going ahead and taking off my shirt. I know he loves my boobs, so I went ahead and ditched my bra as well. He also took off his t-shirt. He kissed my neck (scratchy beard, but I still love those neck kisses) and started playing with my tits. I laid back on the bed to get more comfortable and give him more access to them, but he took that as me being ready to get rid of my pants (I was not ready). I told him we didn’t need to rush right to that. He resumed kissing and sucking on my tits. But he pretty soon got anxious to get my pants off. As I started to relax a tiny bit, I let him take them off. He took off his too. He then scooted down and settled between my legs for a good long taste.
He was doing a pretty good job and his scratchy beard actually didn’t feel too bad down below. As he added his fingers, I tried not to think about those working man hands that tend to be kind of permanently dirty. Odd sometimes where a mind goes when it should be focused on pleasure. He seemed to be enjoying himself, but I was struggling to get out of my head and just get fully worked up. I was starting to get pretty wet at least, but I didn’t think I was going to be able to cum. Then I got my vibrator, and he scooted up to suck on my tit and he kept fingering me while I buzzed my clit. Finally, I was able to cum. It felt good, but then he kind of laughed at me and I felt self-conscious. He said I made a funny face when I orgasmed…well duh…don’t we all?
We laid there and groped each other a bit. I started stroking him and just kind of playing around. He started scooting up. Don’t you love when guys are just SO subtle that they want to be in your mouth? Ha ha. Anyway, as he scooted, eventually he had his cock on my chest and was kind of fucking my tits. I have never really seen the value of the titty fuck, but whatever. He seemed to enjoy it but eventually I figured it was time for me to give him a nice suck since it was obvious that was what he wanted. I did that for a bit, and he seemed to enjoy it. I snapped a couple pics for hubs with my hand around his dick and with him in my mouth (a bit out of focus oops). I purposely didn’t get too vigorous as I didn’t want our fun to be over too soon. Then he shifted and we laid in sort of a 69 position, and he licked me just a little bit more as I licked and sucked him. Then it was time to fuck.
Apparently, he hasn’t worn a condom in a long time. He did at least remember that we require them and brought some. I don’t know what plays with guys minds while they try to open a wrapper and get the damn thing on, but as sometimes happens, he went about half limp and tore the condom trying to get it on (he was more trying to pull it on like a sock than roll it down because he wasn't fully hard). I felt bad for him and thought maybe he was going to give up on it, so I just leaned forward and took him back into my mouth. I gave it a bit more effort this time assuming that he’d need to finish this way and we would just skip fucking (not a big deal to me as it is my least favorite part – I’m more into the foreplay). And sure enough, pretty soon he was super hard in my mouth and telling me that if I kept going, he was going to cum. I kept going and then he kind of pushed me back to cum on my tits. He jerked some and left a little bit of cum on my right tit.
I started to reach for my phone to try to get a pic for hubs and wasn’t much paying attention, but when I looked back, he was still fairly hard and trying to pull on another condom which this time he managed to do. Oh…I thought he was done, but next thing I know he’s spreading my legs and pushing into me. OK then. I was plenty wet from having cum, so it was fine. He’s fairly thick and slightly long, but I was plenty ready for him. Also probably helped that he wasn’t completely rock hard. I let him pound away. He laid forward on me and I pulled him into me with my hands on his ass. I was kind of just along for the ride, but I wanted him to have his fun. I tried to squeeze him with my internal muscles, but I was a little afraid of him popping out if I did it too much.
He eventually pulled one of my legs up over his arm to get a little deeper and sat back a bit further which allowed me to get my vibe between us. I briefly thought about trying to flip over onto my hands and knees which is better for fucking while buzzing, but I was a little afraid he wouldn’t be hard enough for changing positions having already cum a bit. He was working up a sweat and thankfully was sitting back enough that as he dripped sweat onto me, it was more on my lower belly than in my face. As he got close to cumming, he pulled out super fast and yanked off the condom in a swift ninja move and shot a nice load of cum straight up my belly between my tits. He couldn’t have had better aim if he tried! It was a pretty impressive load considering. I snapped a few pics for hubs and then wiped up the cum with a towel he had brought just for that purpose (bless him).
We sat and visited sitting naked for a bit. Then pulled on our clothes and visited some more. Then crawled out of the truck and he smoked another cigarette while we visited some more. I needed to leave to get home, so we said goodbye and I sent him a quick note when I got home. I think we both had a nice enough time. I know nerves and some of the other stuff that was going on in the back of my brain was the only reason it wasn’t AMAZING. Along with everything else, I still kind of have a hard time accepting the number of “notches in my bedpost” I’ve accumulated in this lifestyle. I think I have mostly slept with men that I consider friends and think of me as more than just a wet hole to get off with. I have very few regrets and the afternoon of fun with a long-time chat friend isn’t one of them. Just sometimes hard to accept my more slutty moments. Funny though…my husband sees it the total opposite. He loves it when I embrace my inner slut. LOL
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Love the story. I have one about an elevator that has a lot of similar excerpts.
Happy hump day cl
Mmma fumbling in back of vehicles, not great but definitely essential experiences
Sounds fun the thrill of knowing what makes you happy. Should have reminded him your not into ashtray might have helped in the snuggle part.
WAY TO GO "Lot Lizard CL"!! But seriously, isn't it fun being a little slutty once in a while? Did you get noticed?
I'll never forget a first meet with a lady from here. We went out to her car in the parking lot of the bar at which we met so she could give me a BJ. As we were walking back in, the smokers outside the bar gave us a round of applause. 😁
Great story glad you managed to get laid.