I’d been driving for three hours, had another three to go, and I was fading fast.

Desperate to stay alert, I pulled into the next rest area and climbed out of the car. I entered the restroom, took off my bra, and splashed cold water on my face before heading back to the car.

I got on the highway again, took my left hand off the steering wheel, and began tweaking my right nipple.

I’d started playing with both nipples when I realized a truck in the next lane had been keeping pace with my car for some time. With one hand on the wheel and my eyes on the road, I pulled out my left boob. I ignored the trucker as I fondled my breast. When I finally spared him a look, he was pointing to the side of the road.

He drove ahead of me, signaled, and got off at the next exit. I followed him onto the service road. When he parked, I pulled up behind him and got out of my car. I approached the passenger side of the truck. He opened the door and I got my first good look at him. He was hot! He motioned to the back of the truck, where there was a small air mattress with a blanket. I sat down and he unzipped my jacket the rest of the way. He rubbed his face over my chest, his stubble grazing my nipples, causing them to peak even more. “Nice,” he said, before sucking one into his mouth.

I slid my hands up under his shirt, spreading my fingers across his broad chest. He stopped sucking my tits long enough to strip off his clothes. He pushed my pants down to my ankles and I kicked them off. Then his fingers were inside me, making me lose control.

He pushed them deeper, and my wet, wanton pussy clamped around them while my hips rose and fell to meet his hard thrusts.

My right hand was on my nipple, and my left stroked his rigid cock. I wanted to taste him, but I lost control when his thumb pressed against my engorged clit. I gasped as I came on his hand, my fingers still jerking his cock. When I finally stopped shaking, he told me to turn over. I did, and felt his tongue glide over my butt. Then he slammed his cock into my pussy and began the kind of hard stroking that always turns me inside out.

I’m the kind of woman who always has at least two or three orgasms in rapid succession, so his pumping was already driving me to another climax. When he grabbed my hips and gave one final, deep thrust, I went over the edge again.

I was still trembling when he moved around to kneel in front of me. I began licking him until he started to get hard again — I wanted to get fucked again.

Then he pulled back and had me straddle his hips. Poised just above his cock, I reached down and guided myself onto him, inch by inch. He closed his eyes and I rose up until he was just inside my pussy. When he opened his eyes to look at me, I lowered myself completely, sliding my legs forward as I impaled myself on his cock.

I thought he was as deep inside me as he could go until he sat up, wrapped his arms around my body, and pushed up as I was grinding downward. His fingers caressed my hair. “Come with me,” he whispered. I started to spasm again just as he came, and we rocked each other into mindless oblivion.

Later, he handed me my pants and jacket. “Not bad for a stranger,” he said. “Not bad at all.” I couldn’t have agreed more.