" Yes," she whispered.I had my arms around her and she held me. The softness of our flesh together.She started kissing my breast again, just little ki...ses one after the other. She started speaking in a quiet and timid voice as if I were the senior sister being addressed."Can I dare you now?" she asked.I pressed her face against my breast as an answer."Can I kiss you there?" and she moved her hand and gently touched my vagina."Can I taste you, Steffanie?"I knew I was soaking wet between my legs.. Went up on weak legs and into the water. I sat in the water for a while, and understood that this was how it feels to get fucked by a real cock. And I thought to my self.... I need to do it often. Got dressed and went on the bike, but had hard to sit, and when I finally got of my bile I could see his cum on the seat. Saw Bengts bike, and went inside and up to my room. Passing Bengts room I saw him naked on the bed, sleeping. I went into his room and laid down beside him. He woke up and put his. The following evening, I told my husband that I was going to the gym and left to meet Dan. This was my usual excuse for being out late, and one that my husband never questioned. I actually loved sneaking around. The excitement and intrigue was intoxicating. And even though I did not want to hurt my husband, part of me wanted him to discover that I was with another man given his general neglect of my needs as a woman. It was a hot August night. Dan and I agreed to meet at a local park by. “I would like that sometime, but we truckers have really odd schedules. Early morning and late nights, especially when you are like me doing short trips back and forth.” He said. I saw a way that I could get his attention turned to sex so I told him “I guess that’s why they have hookers at these types of rest stops, you guys are always alone so much that you must want some company. I have thought about doing that sometime to earn money, but I prefer hosting in my hotel room or apartment.” .