The Fuel Stop

The Fuel Stop
This is a story about a journey home after a shopping trip that Chas and I went on recently.

We were on our way home after a good day out shopping. We had been in a lot of shops, and I had tried on several articles of clothing, always leaving the curtain of the changing cubicle open a bit for other men to see me change as when I took off my short tight dress I was naked underneath except for my black stockings and suspenders as I wasn’t wearing any underwear, giving them a good look at my tits and shaven cunt.

One guy that must of been in his fifties came up close to one of the cubicles and looked right in. I had taken off my dress so all of me was on show. He was rubbing the bulge in his trousers. He reached in and asked if he could touch me. I nodded to him. His hand reached for my breast and he sqeezed and mauled them, then moved down to my cunt where he began to rub then inserted two fingers up me, wanking me off until I cum.

After, I said one good turn deseves another and got down on my knees infront of him. I unzipped him and got his cock out and took him in my mouth. He groaned as I licked and sucked until he thrust his groin hard towards my face. With his cock up to his balls in my mouth he shot his cum into my mouth. He pulled out and shot another load in my face. As he put his cock away I wiped his cum from my face with my fingers and scooped into my mouth adding to what was already in there, then swallowed the lot as he watched. After, I licked my fingers clean. As he left he said to Chas who had been watching, “Fucking wild slut you have there, sucks cock real good,” then walked off.

We also had a meal at a restaurant, and Chas had fingered my cunt under the table, I love this and had to bite my lip as I cum several times. There was also the flashing I had done at various times in the street, bending over showing my ass, and a couple of times unzipping my dress right up the front and letting it fall open as we passed a building site or a group of men in the street.

On our way home I had given Chas a blowjob when we stopped in a lay-by, and then said I was in the mood for some more flashing to lorry drivers on the way back.
I undid the zip all the way down then pulled it together. As we pulled alongside a truck I pulled the dress apart when the driver looked down giving him a good eyeful of all I had. He tooted his horn and grinned. I opened my legs and began to rub my cunt, then inserting two fingers in to my moist slot and gave the driver a ringside view of me wanking myself to a climax. After this I gave him a wave and a smile and we sped on.

Several miles further up the road Chas decided to stop as we needed fuel and pulled in at a truckstop, as he was filling up who should turn up but the truck driver who I had flashed to. He recognised the car and came over, he said he had enjoyed the show and how about having a drink with him in thanks at the nearby bar. I was looking him up and down so Chas said we didn’t mind if we did, so we parked up and followed him to the bar.

There were about six more trucks, several old cars and pickups and at least a couple of dozen motorcycles parked up outside. We went in, most of the men looked at me as we went in, looking me up and down, at my stocking tops which were just visible at the bottom of the dress. The truck driver ordered three beers and we sat on the bar stools, my dress riding up higher showing the bare flesh above my stockings.

There were quite a lot of bikers, and quite a crowd of rough looking guys and truckers, and about a dozen women, who were obviously with the bikers. The bar was split in to three rooms, a games room, dance area, and the main bar.

Chas bought some more beers, and was talking to the truck driver and some of his mates, I had wandered off to the ladies and then into the games room. I heard the trucker openly telling the other drivers about my flashing, and say that the tart might be up for a fuck later.

I went into the games room and started playing pool with some of the men. As I bent over to try a shot my dress rode up at the back showing my stocking tops and the lower part of the cheeks of my ass, and that I did hot have any underwear on. The men were taking it in turns to show me how to hold the cue making sure they had a feel of my ass in the process, and making me jump as they slipped a finger along my cuntlips, or inside my cunt or asshole. One guy even slipped a pool cue up my cunt as I was bent over the table and wanked me off with it. I heard one women say to a group of watching men, what a slut the tart was, and she hoped they would fuck her senseless later on, they said she could bet on that. They played on for a while, and with me, then we all went back to the bar for another drink.

Chas and I got into a discussion with some of the truckers and bikers about the merits and thrills of motorcycles and the different models (Chas has one himself). Each of the groups is arguing their point. We had been on at this for about an hour or so, when this biker guy say,s “Tell you what, lets arm wrestle for it”. “Yea ok” one of the truckers reply. “Winner gets the argument and the first to fuck the tart,” he said to the trucker and pointing at me.