Red – Part IV – Lauren lets out the secret

Lauren’s wisdom tooth was killing her. It hadn’t been so bad when she awoke that morning but it was throbbing now. Her big sister, Sara, had brought her to start her first year at the university in Central Virginia just two week earlier. She was on a full ride, having been a star Volleyball middle blocker all through high school. At just a smidgen under 6 feet, her legs went on forever. Sara was 5’10” and they’d both gotten their height from their parents. Her mom, Grace, of Scottish descent was 5’8” and their dad, boring Norm, was 6’4”. Grace was fair skinned, had reddish blond hair and was still a real looker for 43. Her beauty, big breasts, and long legs carried down to both of her daughters.

One week into her first semester and Lauren’s wisdom tooth started to bug her. Growing progressively worse, she’d called her mom for help. Grace, a stay at home mom, quickly made an appointment for her the following Friday. Lauren had to rough it out one more week then she’d head back to north Jersey when her class ended at 1:20 on Thursday. Sara gave her the keys to her little Toyota corolla, Red as it was called, for the drive home. Sara was determined to stay at the university and study, so 18 year old Lauren would make the trip alone.

Her tooth had been fine when she awoke, and being early September, it was still sweltering in Richmond. Lauren dressed as she normally would for such weather, pink tanktop and black stretch mini, with matching pink lace bra and thong. She was proud of her body, especially her long tanned legs. “Love ya hon, be safe” Sara said as hugged her goodbye and handed her the keys. “Behave with the truckers” she smiled.

Two weeks earlier on the trip from Hoboken to Richmond coming down 95, Sara had poured out all of the details of her meeting with Cliff, the blackmailing driver who had filmed her getting off while she sat stopped in traffic. Her boyfriend Brian had talked her into an orgasm, and the driver videoed it all from his driver’s window. Now he had just what he needed to blackmail Sara into fucking him whenever he called. Her career running her dad’s accounting firm would be ruined if that video ever got out. As horrible as that sounds, Sara had actually become turned on flashing truckers as she struggled down 95, pushing poor ol’ Red for all the ’99 Corolla would do. She’d explained to Lauren how excited driving, in a short skirt, with no panties, made her feel. She knew the truckers, with their elevated view, were loving it. They’d honk, yell, and do whatever they could to thank her for the twat shot. All except Cliff, he already had a free fuck ticket. They’d both flashed truckers on their way down 95 to school two weeks ago, and Lauren got moist every time it crossed her mind. Cliff had called, and hooked up with them just south of DC and he’d fucked them both in the sleeper of his Kenworth.

“At least I won’t have to worry about Cliff on this trip, but I expect I’ll show some leg to the trucker boys.” laughed Lauren. Cliff had Sara’s number but not Lauren’s. Besides, he had nothing to blackmail her with, or so they thought. She headed across the parking lot and crawled into Red. At 6 feet tall, there’s no way she could keep her legs shut even if she wanted to. She didn’t care. She knew the boys on 95 would love her pink lace panties.

Actually, her panties were being enjoyed before she even made it to 95. She’d made her way down Broad St and was stopped at the light to turn left onto Belvidere towards 95, when she glanced over and caught the guy in the construction van staring. He stared and smiled, so she looked back towards the light and hiked up her skirt a little higher. Her pink thongs became even more visible as she bent her left leg further and propped it against the door. She could feel his eyes locked onto her now, and it made her crotch tingle. The light turned green and she looked over, smiled and blew him a kiss. His mouth hung open and she knew he was bug-eyed behind his sunglasses. The pain of her tooth was starting to fade as the warmth grew in her crotch. The 5 hour trip to north Jersey was fairly uneventful so far. With another two hours ahead of her, she’d stopped at a rest area outside of Wilmington to pee and decided she’d stick her thongs in her purse before she left the stall.