Going across I-4 between Tampa and Orlando, we were getting into mutual manual stimulation with his pants unzipped and mine down around my knees. Wanting to turn him on as much as I was, I knelt on my seat and took him into my mouth.

I was oblivious to the fact that my red thong clad soft place and black stockinged legs were pressed up against my window. I almost had him to the point of climax when my concentration was shattered by the explosive sound of a semi horn going off right behind me. My guy casually waved at the trucker while I quickly sat back down in my seat. I did not, however, pull my pants back up. From past experience, I knew that the trucker was on his CB Radio at that very instant, telling anyone who would listen, what he had just seen. This thought got me even hotter, and moisture started to seep out of my nether lips, making a wet-spot on the seat. I took John back into my hot mouth and started to finger myself. My suspicions were confirmed by the next truck we passed. He was watching for us in his mirror and he also honked his air horn, this continued, truck after truck for miles. We were both getting hotter and hotter, knowing we were being observed. Drops of pre-cum glistened out of his slit, which I gratefully lapped up. He saw a rest area coming up, and in fear of an accident, we pulled in. It didnt surprise either of us when several trucks also pulled their rigs in after us. We couldnt wait any longer. The truck lot was less full so we pulled into a slot and parked.

A truck pulled up on each side of us and John got out and walked up to the front of the trucks.

He asked them, Will you stay parked here for a while and by the way, you should have quite a show in your mirrors, he said with a grin. We rearranged our luggage, throwing cases and everything else, every which way.

We tumbled over each other, getting tangled together and helplessly laughing as our frustration level rose trying to get into the back seat.

We finally succeeded. Trying to get our clothes arranged and get into a position that we could have enough room, I knelt on the seat, my head up against the door and supporting myself with a hand on the floor, my other hand reached back between my wet thighs to guide his throbbing length home.

Within seconds my inner muscles started to rhythmically pull him deeper as I started to cum. At the same time, I felt him swell and then pulse inside of me as his climax came over him. I felt his hot spunk shoot inside of me and as he continued to spurt his hot jism into me, he overflowed my valley and his cum slid down my leg, into the lacey top of my stocking. We both collapsed, incredibly turned on again when we noticed that the truckers that had followed us in were pressed up against the windows, watching.

With a giggle, I knelt back up on the seat and sketched a little bow. They clapped, with a few whistles and walked away. We re-arranged our clothes, got out of the truck and tried to return our belongings to some semblance of order. As we finished and were ready to go, we got a six-horn salute and all seven vehicles caravanned back onto I-4. I know that this was an encounter that eight people from all over the country will remember and retell for years to come.