Australian Penthouse

In my mind, nothing beats the roar the engine on a big rig, the pounding road, soft sunsets and the sight of my guy’s hard cock as he sits behind the wheel of his big 18-wheeler. Now that’s what I call truckin’! Something about the smell of diesel fuel and the resonat­ing sound of an air brake makes my underwear wet. Not to mention the sound of my man’s moaning as I suck on his throbbing meat while he’s driving down the highway.I work in an office from Monday to Friday. I can’t complain much— it’s a pretty exciting job, with new projects going on all the time, and great people. But the difference be­tween those people and this lady is what we do on vacation. They may fly to exotic places, or spend qual­ity time with loved ones at a holiday house. Don’t get me wrong, there’s nothing wrong with that. It’s just that I’ve found a new and most erotic way to spend quality time with my man and see the country all at once. When I get my vacation time, I get into a pair of jean shorts and an old T-shirt, tie my hair up and go off to meet Jason, my trucker man, for a week of steamy ecstasy. Getting into that truck changes me from a hard-working, reserved young lady into one really bad broad!

Traveling with my guy, I guess I’ve marked my territory in just about every state in this beautiful country. My first time on the road with him, I decided to get things going when he stopped to fuel up. While he was doing his thing outside the truck I crawled back into the bunk, where I found his stack of Penthouse Hot Talk. Feeling re­ally bold, I proceeded to get naked while reading this really hot article. Suddenly the side door opened and he asked me what I was doing. I told him I was reading. He reached in to take my hand, and to his sur­prise he got more than he bargained for. I grabbed his hand and gently slid it around my hard nipples then slowly down south to my hot wet pussy. After that he knew that he was going to be riding a lot more than his truck. That bunk in the back is a lot bet­ter for having sex than the back seat of a car, and there aren’t any win­dows back there for people to see in. You can go crazy on your man without having to share the glory with the world (unless you’re into that, which I’m not). And I’d like to make a toast to the person who came up with the idea of rest areas, or truck stops—what a wonderful concept!

On our first few trips, that big truck seemed to have a mind of its own, the way it pulled over into just about every rest area it passed. Might have had something to do with the way I would stretch out in the front seat and rest my feet in Jason’s crotch, squirming a little to get comfy. Pretty soon there we’d go, turning off the road again. All that stretching can sure build up an appetite. And I’m not talking about food. Why stop for hamburgers when I’ve got two hundred pounds of beef riding right next to me!

Of course, you do have to eat sometime, and early on I dreamed up a really appetis­ing breakfast for my hard-work­ing man. I get a take-away order of two eggs over, medium, with sausages, and one of those cute cherry tomatoes on the side. When I get back to the truck I tell him I forgot the coffee, so he goes to get it while I get his little picnic ready. Then I get naked and lay out that breakfast buffet on my hot little body. I place the eggs on my breasts (using doilies or napkins—a little grease on your tits is okay, but those things can get pretty hot). That cute cherry tomato looks really yummy in my belly button. And the sau­sages—well, you know where I put those…. Right where they’ll stay hot and juicy. This is a breakfast Jason will not soon forget. He’ll never look at sausage and eggs the same way again.

After all that eating, and the ac­tivities that follow, shower time is a real treat. Showering with my guy is an incredible experience. When the shower starts steaming so do I. Jason starts by soaping down my back, and then slowly works his magic suds around to my tingling titties, all the while nibbling the back of my neck. As the hot water trickles down our naked, slippery bodies he sensually washes my hair. Soon I find myself bending for­ward, rubbing the crack of my arse against his hard cock, then reach­ing back to fondle that wonderful tool. Soon I can’t resist, I have to turn around and lick at the water running down his chest. I tongue my way down his body until I have a lip-lock on his love muscle. Now that’s the breakfast of champions!

I keep sucking him until his legs start shaking; then, just when he’s about to blow his load, I pull back and let him take over. I don’t know how he does it, but what stamina! He pulls me toward him and caresses my neck, slowly working his way down to my pussy. He gently spreads my legs and starts licking the water from my pussy lips. He just keeps sucking and licking me until I can’t take it anymore. By then we’re both ready for some serious fucking. The hot water splashes everywhere as his hot pumping body sends me up the wall, until we both come like gangbusters.

I can’t get enough of this man. Back on the road again, he’s work­ing those gears and chatting away on the CB radio. If he spends too much time on that radio, I get antsy, and I try to seduce him to keep myself occupied. When I give him that look, he knows he’s in trouble. Down comes his zipper, and presto, it’s snack time again! Several times I have been chowing down on him while he goes through a toll booth. Fortunately, the seat is too high for the toll collectors to see what’s going on—at least, that’s what he tells me.

When I have teased him enough with my mouth I slip back into the bunk, strip down and stand behind him, massaging his neck, kissing and sucking his earlobe, all the while rubbing my crotch. I finger myself and let him taste my juices. Soon he’s watching me in the rear-view mirror as much as he’s watch­ing the road. I slip back to the bed, and have him watch me drizzle baby oil over my body, rubbing it into every inch of my skin. I then take out the ultimate weapon—my vi­brator. He watches me as I lie there pleasuring myself, and soon I hear that engine slowing down as he pulls over so that he can get into the action.

It isn’t long before he’s buck naked, his face buried between my legs. He works that magic tongue of his all over my clit while fingering me. In no time he finds my G-spot and sets that geyser off. While he’s lapping up my love juices, I take the opportunity to rub his tool with my well-oiled hands, stroking and fon­dling his balls. I then rub his cock all over my tits until it gets so hard and hot that I can’t wait to climb on and ride him. But first I tease him just a little while longer, rubbing my pussy up and down his leg, then across his well-heated cock, until he reaches down and slides it into my love muffin. I grab onto the safety belts strapped to the walls of the bunk, and then I just go crazy on him. How I love it hard and wild! It’s so true about truckers going the distance. At least mine does. I can’t wait for my next vaca­tion!

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