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One summer morning we were driving to London, we had left at 7.15 am to get to our younger son`s place in Acton for 9.am to pick up some things to bring home while he went on his travels . It had been so warm and sunny the day before that we decided to take Dave`s Jaguar convertible and we had the hood down from starting out. By the time we were on the M1 motorway, the sun was blazing, the road was busy but I decided to take off my top which just left me in a short skirt, hold ups and no knickers. Dave reached over and rested his hand on my inner thigh. I immediately opened my legs to give him access to my pussy lips. They were quite dry as he explored with his little finger but that would no doubt soon change. There was a lone lorry up in front but no other traffic around. We both put on our sun glasses and I hitched up my little skirt putting my mound on show as well as my tits and adjusted the seat so I was slightly lying back.
Dave hooted the horn to gain the driver`s attention. The road was completely clear and the driver could see us coming up behind him in his large mirror. As we drew alongside the lorry we looked up and were able to see his expression then see him clearly mouthing the words, “Fucking hell!!” I began to finger myself and very quickly became very wet and spilled onto the leather seat. The driver was looking down and I smiled up at him as I continued to massage my clit which was now shiny and clearly visible. He was struggling to keep on a straight path and twice came dangerously close to our car. Dave changed down a gear which was a signal that the show was about to end. I took two of my wet fingers, put them into my mouth and drew them out slowly before waving goodbye to the lorry driver. We left him open mouthed and in a state of shock as we roared off into the distance. I continued to tease my clit and had a second climax before we were out of sight of the lorry.
We pulled into the services at the London Gateway and I replaced my top while we went into the lorry drivers café for a bit of breakfast and a mug of tea. It was by no means full but the standing and seated lorry drivers “ogled” me and were making quiet comments about how they`d like to fuck me. Middle aged women with big tits seem to be the flavour of the month! My only response was to get even wetter between my legs and to “accidentally” drop my spoon and bend over straight legged to pick it up. The quiet conversation was replaced by sharp intakes of breath – most of them saw my big arse framing my soaking sex lips!
We left the café without any acknowledgement of their comments, leaving only growing erections. The whole trip had been thrilling for Dave – he adores showing me off and I noticed him re-arranging the bulge in his trouser as we walked towards our parked car. We got in the car and I checked that there was no one around before I reached across to squeeze his bulge then undid his shorts releasing his semi – hard cock. He groaned at the pleasure of having it stroked as the blood pumped through it.
I wanked it to make it stand up nicely then leaned over taking it into my mouth, as deep as the “lean over” would allow. There would be no time for a build up. This would be a pure “blow job.” I felt his dick pulsing and I just kept on sucking as his sperm travelled along his shaft and I swallowed greedily as it shot to the back of my throat. I was still licking the remnants off his cock and was moving to the upright position, wiping my lips with a tissue when a deep voice was saying, “Do you realise what you`ve just done is an offence madam?” It was a big burly policeman and there was his “jam sandwich” parked right next to us. Dave tried desperately to pack his cock away as the policeman walked around to his door, taking in the sight of my cleavage and short skirt, then moving on to Dave`s cock hiding underneath his hands in his lap.
“You`ve cum nice and early this morning, sir…..”
“We are married you know officer…” I said stupidly
“I`m afraid that makes no difference madam – indecent behaviour in a public place is still an offence….but as you`ve cum really early and the place is deserted I intend to let you off with a warning this time, but be very careful in the future.”
“Thank you officer…..” but he was already striding away and getting in his car, shaking his head as he drove off.
I looked across at Dave – then we both burst out laughing. After we had calmed down he re-arranged his clothing and we set off, and actually arrived at our destination dead on time.
This is what the trucker saw.
My English friends Sue and Dave have some interesting tales to tell and some even more interesting photos. I have been trying to talk them into starting a sex blog. I asked if they would like to be a guest on Life of Elliott, thinking that if they saw the comments that my horny friends at Masturbation Monday and Wicked Wednesday leave it might convince them. They thought it would be fun to do. That really is a photo of the author of this piece. Perfect for Sinful Sunday, don’t you think?
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