Upon arriving at the motel, Sam hopped out of the truck to get us a room for the day. When he came back to the truck I had my heels and stockings in hand and was ready to make a naked bee-line for the room.
Opening my door, Sam asked, “Do you want me to go and get you a towel or…”
As he started talking I grabbed the key, looked at the room number and then made a naked dash for the door.
Once we were inside Sam grabbed me around the waist and started kissing me while fondling my ass like a crazed lunatic. I, of course, returned the craziness and quickly pushed him onto the bed.
Once I had him pinned down I took his cock into my mouth just long enough to coat it generously with saliva. In one quick move, I released his cock from my mouth, moved on top of him and slid it into me as far as it would go.
While I was grinding in slow circles on his extremely hard cock, I said, “It seems that my exhibitionism turns you on as much as it does me.”
In between grunts, he replied, “I don’t know why… I asked about the… towel. I knew you were… going to head for the room naked… and you’re right, it does.”
As I started to add a little up and down to my circular motion, it didn’t take long for both of us to have another orgasm. In the aftermath, I collapsed onto Sam and we lightly kissed and cuddled until we both dozed off for a while.
Waking first, I quietly slipped from the bed and headed to the bathroom, taking my stockings along with me. Filling the sink with some warm water and a little bit of soap, I gave them a thorough cleaning before letting them soak while I showered.
Using the motel supplied shampoo, soap, and razor I made sure that I was clean and smooth all over and finished up just as Sam started to wake up. I walked out of the bathroom naked with my wrung out stockings and a small bottle of lotion, that the motel generously supplied and told Sam, “It’s your turn lover.”
Sam smiled widely as he looked me up and down then replied, “Are you talking about a shower or something else?”
After laying my stockings out on the second bed so that they could dry, I lifted my left leg up on the chair. Maintaining eye contact with him, I started smearing large quantities of lotion all over my legs. Working my way up to my buttocks and then between, I turned my ass towards him just as I slipped my middle finger inside.
After slipping it in and out a few times I responded, “If you want more of this then you better get cleaned up big boy.”
Hopping up from the bed quickly, he leapt over to me and gave me a peck on the lips as his hand slid up the inside of my thigh and across my slippery hole before he bounded off to the bathroom.
As I stood there shaking from his touch, I knew that this was going to last much longer than just a weekend. After settling down, I finished covering my body in the lotion so that I was smooth and soft for our next encounter.
After Sam finished in the shower and got dressed, he gave me the truck key and headed to the front desk to return the room key. I peeked out of the room door and waited until I could see that he was on his way back to the truck. Once he was headed my way, I strutted out the door in my heels and stockings like I was in no hurry to get there.
Sam momentarily froze when he saw me but then came back to reality when there were a few truck horns going off. He started running in my direction, reaching me just as I started climbing into the truck cab and, of course, offered a hand on my ass as assistance. I paused for a moment to let him cop a feel and to show off a little more to the other truckers.
Once we were both inside the cab, I offered, “If you want to get to your destination today you better get driving or we’ll end up in your sleeper cab again.”
With that said, Sam momentarily looked longingly at my legs propped up on the dash but then started the truck and off we went.
“So what time will we get to the warehouse if we continue non-stop?” I asked.
Sam replied, “If we skip lunch and keep going we should be there about 6:30 this evening.”
“Alright, let’s shoot for that and hope that we can keep our hands off of each other for that long. It will give us that much more time tonight and tomorrow on the trip home for fun.” I suggested. Sam seemed to agree, as a broad smile crossed his face.
As we headed down the road I started to notice that there seemed to be a lot more chatter on the radio. I couldn’t really hear what the other truckers were saying because it was turned down a little low but it did seem to be much more.
I couldn’t even tell what they were saying half of the time due to their truckers' language so I asked Sam, “What are they going on about? Is there something ahead?”
After he finished chuckling, Sam told me, “They all talking about a long-legged special lady that was traveling with another trucker headed south on 95. Nobody noticed the name on the truck as they were all staring at her walking to the truck in stocking covered legs, high heels and nothing else. They are all trying to figure out who she is with.”
As he was talking I realized that it was me that they were going on about and at first I was quite overwhelmed and a little embarrassed.