The flesh reddened, the darkening tip dripping with precum. He grabbed his shaft tightly and began stroking, his hand gliding up and down the hot, tau...t flesh in a slow measured rhythm. Pleasure ignited in his groin but he swallowed any sounds he might have made, not wanting to give himself away. The girl's hand slid down between her legs again, fingers thrusting deep into clenching heat. A long, low moan slipped from her lips and her hips twitched upwards. Her fingers were moving faster now,. We met the same women too. If some woman was nice to a trucker and was friendly and a good companion, the word went out. I was particularly friendly with one on the west coast. I said goodbye to her less than three weeks ago. She even shed a few tears when I told her I was quitting driving.Here I am now with a woman in my truck--no I didn't think of her as "woman," I thought of her as "lady." She was a little crazy maybe, but who could blame her, if you believed her story.She told me a few. Then we both got dressed and re-joined the party. I was amazed that it was carrying on just as it had been before we went into the spare room. The music, dancing, drinking, flirting, kissing, cock and tit grabbing….all of it was still in full swing.We re-engaged with our co-workers and continued drinking, dancing and flirting. Matt had his hands inside my halter top almost continuously until he left the party around midnight. I stayed later than that, as my husband was planning to pick me up at. She was wearing yesterday’s undergarments. The pale green bra that cupped and molded her puffy breasts, her tiny matching thong that left her landing strip visible, her cream colored thigh high stockings and her high heels. I wish there was a word like ‘superexpeealladocioussexy’ to describe this woman.“I was just coming up to tell you I was heading home but I want to speak with you first.”“Okay,” I responded and indicated with a slight wave she should join me on the bed. Once we were lying.