My time with my Trucker had ended amicably about a year ago after he had been offered a much more lucrative job on the west coast. I was not ready to move that far from family at that point in my life, so we parted ways.
After a while, I got back in the groove and began doing my thing on the drive home again. I'd abandoned wearing stockings over time and opted to just keep my entire body smooth and soft for viewing and touching. The winter was ending, and we'd just sprung forward with the clocks last weekend, so my exhibitionism was getting much more daring without the dark to hide me.
It was a few days after the time change, and the sun was still high in the sky, brightening my ride home. I was stopped alongside a large truck at a stop light just two blocks from the office after just having left work. I was far enough back from the cab that I was sure that he couldn't see me and began to strip First came the shoes and socks. Then I unbuckled my belt and slipped it from around my waist. After unbuttoning my jeans, I pulled my shirt out and pushed my pants and underwear off in one quick swoop.
Normally, I would wait until I was on the highway with the cruise control set before stripping from the waist down. Today, however, I was feeling quite frisky and quickly did the deed. As we pulled away from the light, the only thing I was wearing was my dress shirt. I'd unbuttoned several of the top buttons to expose some of my chest, with the bottom of my shirt barely covering my hairless crotch.
Once on the highway, I rolled down my window part-way and let my toes hang outside to feel the breeze with my foot propped up on the door. I usually drove in the right lane, just cruising along with the traffic, and today was no different. Most of the cars could only see my foot but I did have to keep an eye out for taller trucks, like tractor-trailers, if I was worried about being seen. Today was just too nice to care and I reveled in the comments and horns from the ones that could see. It was a pleasant ride, taking in all the fun and vulgar comments along the highway.
It all had me quite distracted as I took my exit and pulled up to a light that normally took three rotations to get through. At this point, I had my window down all the way and was still feeling high from all the attention that I'd gotten along the road.
That's when he walked up to my car door selling flowers and realized how little I was wearing. It really was my own fault. I mean, I knew that there were always people bumming at this intersection or selling some overpriced junk. But, like I said, I was floating too high to notice.
"Flowers for your lady?" the older Hispanic man managed before seeing my state.
I was slightly startled at his presence until I noticed him ogling my bare and newly shaven legs. My lack of response seemed to be his queue to proceed, as it was only a second or two later that his free hand made its way to my upper thigh. Two fingers traced back and forth across my silky skin and quickly turned into his whole hand. My eyes became slits, and my little friend began to grow, leaving its hiding place under my shirt tails. He palmed my hairless scrotum and cock before a finger headed for my pucker.
"Lean to the side," He urged as he pressed my shoulder toward the passenger seat. I complied without thought and was rewarded with both of my glutes being mauled alternatingly. Just as his finger swiped at my desirous pucker, we both heard the traffic beginning to move. He pulled away quickly as I sat up. Discouraged at his quick disappearance, I began to move down the right lane with a raging hard-on. Stopping again about one hundred feet closer to the traffic light, I felt dejected but still quite horny.
I scanned the four lanes of stopped cars frantically, searching for my flower-hocking molester. It was just before the traffic began to move that he approached from the passenger-side door and knocked on the window. I lurched his way and opened the door. He jumped into the seat just as the traffic moved once again.
"Turn into the carwash. Right in there," he pointed excitedly before resuming his stroking of my thighs.
I followed his direction as the fact that I was basically naked and was pulling into a business with several people walking about permeated my already sensory-overloaded brain. He directed me slowly around the lot toward the entrance of the car wash, where several men were performing tasks such as vacuuming and pre-treating the exterior of the cars before entering the car wash.
"Stop!" someone shouted, and I hit the brakes hard in my delusional and sexually overloaded state.
Two men opened the front doors to vacuum the floor while leering at my exposed legs and crotch. When the one on my side slid his hands between my legs to pull the release to move the seat back, I was sure that he was going to stroke my thigh like my passenger was continuing to do. He didn't, but did say, "Lift your feet, please."
Without thought, I pulled my knees back against my chest, resting my feet on the steering wheel and exposing my ass for all to see. All three men paused for a moment before grinning and exchanging a few Spanish comments. The two doing the cleaning quickly got back to vacuuming as my passenger took full advantage and pressed a spit-covered finger into my pucker with one hand and fondled my hairless junk with the other. There were more words spoken that were surely encouragement for his actions, and I didn't care one bit as he pumped his digit in and out while they worked and watched.
The two vacuumers opened the back doors to continue their work while leaving the front doors open for others to see my anal pillaging. I spread my legs as a second finger was added, and my balls were squeezed wonderfully to bring about my first orgasm. My cum shot all over my shirt as he slowly withdrew his fingers. The other two seemed to be finished as they quickly closed the doors. My passenger directed me to pull forward until the front tires hit the stop and were locked into place. The car was pulled inside the building about ten feet before it stopped once again and out of sight of anyone outside.
Now that I no longer had to operate the car, my passenger pulled my face toward his lap, exposing my ass to my opening door, where a line of men appeared. I felt several hands groping my cheeks, spreading my legs, and poking at my pucker before I felt something slick spread between my cheeks. Just after that, I felt someone press inside me. My unknown assailant began to fuck me furiously and came far too quickly for my liking before pulling out. Fortunately, another quickly took his place, and the cycle repeated.
About this time, I realized that my passenger was opening his pants, so I helped him push down his jeans. I took full advantage and engulfed him eagerly as his friends continued to have their way with my happy ass. When a fourth cock began to pummel me, I felt the tingling of my second orgasm and came across my seat before receiving another infusion of masculine seed. I sucked greedily on my passenger's cock and balls while continuing to be fucked by numerous and mostly faceless strangers.
After the last of their loads was complete, the window was put up, and the door closed before the car lurched forward. With the car wash beginning, I moved onto my friend's lap and rode his inflated prick until the drying sequence began. Taking his load, I rolled back into my seat a few seconds before I had to take over the driving once again.
Pulling the car out of the way, I turned to my passenger and offered, "Thanks for the thorough fucking and the free car wash."
"You're welcome. Come back tomorrow, and we'll work on getting that stain out of your seat while you have some fun with me and the boys in the office," he replied with a big grin.
