“Jim left Marcie,” she stated matter-of-factly.
“Why”, I asked, surprised.
Alicia shrugged.
“He has some bimbo on the side and decided to move in with her. Marcie is pretty torn up by it. She cried the whole time we were on the phone.”
We discussed this some more before getting ready for bed. Later, as we lay in bed cuddling, I asked Alicia if she wanted to arrange a long weekend and go to see her sister.
“Oh that would be great!” she said. “I am really worried about her.”
Marcie was ecstatic when Alicia announced the trip. We left about 1 am on Wednesday and told Marcie we would be at her place for a late breakfast on Thursday. We had barely hit the freeway before Alicia was asleep in the seat next to me. The last few days had been exhausting for her so I was glad to see her rest. I drove without incident for about 3 hours, but then began to have some trouble keeping my eyes open. I turned the radio on.
We often travel and I do most of the driving, so I have learned that these bouts of white-line fever come as much from boredom as from tiredness. The solution I have found is to keep your mind actively interested in something. Unfortunately for me, the radio wasn’t doing it. The sun had just dawned and the night time darkness had given way to what appeared to be a sunny day. We were traveling on a weekday so the traffic was mostly truckers ushering their rigs to yet another drop point.
As we passed one of these trucks I noticed the driver watching us, his attention focused on my wife. This intrigued me so I looked over at Alicia to see what was so interesting. She was wearing a light top that fit loosely and had a low neckline. Under the top she had on one of her lightweight lacy bras. These things are so thin that her nipples show when they harden. I looked at her as she slept facing forward with her head lying on her side. Her nipples did not show, but her top had slid down revealing a bra-covered breast. That must have been what interested the trucker. Big deal, I thought.
Then I got an idea. I reached over and gently pulled her left breast out from under the bra. Tucking the bra underneath I then pulled the top back over her. I did the same with the other breast, amazed that she didn’t wake up. Her nipples woke up however, hardening beneath the thin top and clearly visible.
We have double sunroofs on our car, so it was easy for me to see the truck drivers as we passed. The very next one saw us coming in the mirror and was paying close attention. As we passed, he turned toward us, nodded at me with a smile, and then stared at Alicia’s chest. A shiver ran up my spine as I realized this was turning me on.
The trucker picked up speed and stayed with us for a bit and during that time Alicia awoke. She looked at me, and then must have felt the difference in her chest wear. She looked down at the get-up, then back at me before looking to the right and seeing the smiling trucker. She smiled back at him, then lay back, letting him look.
“Having fun?” she chided me.
“Just trying to stay awake, “I replied.
She giggled, “Should I go back to sleep?”
“If you do I’m going to show them all’” I threatened.
She thought about that. “Might be fun, “she finally replied.
I needed no other encouragement. The truck had finally slowed and fallen behind us. Reaching over I exposed her entire chest, tucking the material from her top under her breasts. The result was incredible. Her breasts lifted from her chest before cascading over the top of her blouse, reaching toward her stomach, gently widening before tapering off like teardrops. Her nipples erupted from them standing firm, almost in a salute to anyone astute enough to look, her dark aureoles with their tiny milk nodules lending texture to the tautened skin around them. The contrast of the white skin on her blue blouse made the pink nipples stand out, bold and inviting. I’ve seen my wife naked and in all kinds of poses over the years, but she never looked more lovely than on that busy stretch of freeway on that spring day.
My cock literally leaped. I quickly adjusted its angle as it soared toward hardness. We passed another truck a few moments later. Alicia had returned to her previous position and it was obvious from the face in the mirror that he saw us coming. I adjusted my speed so that we would pass by slowly, allowing him, it was a man, a good look. His eyes bugged out as we drove by. When we were directly across from him, Alicia looked over at him, offering a huge smile and a slight wave. I just nodded. Both of us were trembling with excitement.
We passed truck after truck that morning, giving each of them a private showing. Most saw us and responded in one way or another. Some were busy on the phone or talking with their passengers. We giggled together about what they were missing. Alicia kept count and soon reported that we had passed a total of 43 trucks. I commented to her that not one of those drivers lost control or did anything unsafe.
Around 5 am, with only a couple of hours to go, we stopped at a trucker’s stop for some breakfast. We were ahead of schedule despite the distractions so we decided to take our time and have a nice rest.
The restaurant was lightly populated with 4-5 tables being used. The big man behind the counter told us to sit wherever we wanted so we chose a booth at the back of the restaurant. A short chubby waitress took our order and before long, our food was in front of us, and we began to eat.
I was sitting across from Alicia and facing the door, so I saw him enter before she knew anything was up. He was one of the drivers we had passed earlier this morning. I remembered his bright yellow cap. I decided not to say anything and see how this went down.
He saw us and after a moment, sauntered over to our table.
“Excuse me,” he drawled, his southern accent readily apparent.
“I’m sorry to bother you folks, especially since you are eating, but I am looking for a little company and thought maybe we could work out some kind of deal. “
I was hesitant, not understanding what he wanted. He continued before I could say anything though.
“You see it gets kinda lonely sitting in the rig all day long, so I’d be willing to pay for your meals, just for the chance to chat with you for a while.”
I relaxed. I didn’t believe his line; he was certainly talking to us because of Alicia’s tits were vivid in his mind, but he wasn’t dangerous.
“Alright," is all I said.
He sat down next to Alicia, then motioned for the waitress to bring him some coffee.
“Aren’t you going to order breakfast?” Alicia asked.