Flashing Lights

All questions and delusions that I was seeing things vanished when the trucks' lights flashed the second time. Maybe I was a little shocked, and suddenly very nervous, the first time they flashed that my brain didn't fully process it. But there was no mistaking the situation when they flashed a second time.

I was frozen. This was the moment that I was fantasizing about but was this something that I really want to go through with? That is always what a person thinks when the decision must me made on whether to turn a fantasy into a reality or keep it as a fantasy. My stomach was filled with butterflies. My legs started shaking as I stood there frozen.

The lights flashed a third time and my legs started moving. Almost in a daze I couldn't believe what was happening. I was walking towards the truck and not away from it. I guess the decision was made. It was time to turn a fantasy into a reality.

For weeks I had known that I was moving across the country and they I would be spending multiple days driving a large moving truck with all my things to my new home. It wasn't until the day before I left on the journey that I had an interesting thought. What if I spent the entire trip dressed in sexy women's clothes? Oh, I may have forgotten to mention that I am a closet cross dresser and have all kinds of fantasies about being used by men for their pleasure. Nothing too weird, right?

The morning of the trip started out normal enough. I said my good byes, hopped into the huge moving truck, and started driving. Within an hour or two on the interstate, I started looking up the locations of nearby stores where I could pick up some... let's just call it comfortable driving clothes. I stopped at a retail store just off the highway and found what I was looking for. I bought a pair of thigh high stockings, garter belt, a dress, and a few pairs of panties. The nice thing about self checkout is you don't have to ensure the questioning looks of the cashier while she sells women's clothing to a man!

I got back on the road and kept an eye out for the next rest area. An hour later I was in the bathroom at a rest area changing my clothes in one of the stalls. It is always a fun dance trying to change clothes in a bathroom where you don't want your bare feel to touch the floor. You have to have really good balance to strip off socks, put on nylons, and slip back into shoes without touching the ground. Within a few minutes I had completely changed and put my normal clothes back on over top of the feminine clothes. I didn't have the nerve to walk out of the bathroom with those clothes on. At least not yet.

Once I got back into the moving truck, I stripped off my normal clothes and continued the journey wearing the women's clothing. The rest of the day was spent testing boundaries and getting more comfortable and provocative as the day went on.

At first I started pulling up next to trucks as I passed them, slowing down at just the right moment where the driver could see me. I wasn't getting a lot of reactions until I started pulling the dress up for the tops of my thigh highs and garter were visible. Then I started to notice drivers doing double takes. A

few times I noticed drivers looking over as I came up along side them. I was guessing that one that saw me called it out over the CB radio to others on the road ahead. At first I would put my jeans and jacket on before getting out to pump gas or use the bathroom.

As the day went on, I started pumping gas with the dress on and my jacket covering my top and then finally without any coverings. I got many glances and a few stares but I didn't mind. I would never see those people again so what do I care? In the evening, after it was dark, I was comfortable enough to go into rest area bathrooms without covering up. Yes, I was pushing boundaries pretty hard at this point.

I think a lot of people have thoughts in their head about rest area hook ups from either stories or movies. I don't know how common it is but never really seemed to be a real thing to me. But, my mind couldn't help but wonder as I visited rest areas through out the day and night.

The more interesting aspect of it was that I had to park on the truck side of the rest area due to the size of the moving truck I was in. There is more privacy on that side as the larger trucks tend to block the view of the area more and the trucks are there for longer periods of time. I've always liked it when people saw me while I was cross dressed.

This grew as the evening went on. I found myself walking around the rest area more, over on the truck side, and taking the long way back to my truck. The excitement grew more with each stop and every look or stare that I got. I won't lie, I pushed myself way outside of my comfort zone as the evening wore on. I started walking up and down the line of trucks parked at the rest area with my dress hiked way up to show off my thigh highs, garter, and the bottom of my ass. I kept thinking of myself as a "lot lizard", the thing truckers call prostitutes that walk the truck parking areas looking for business.

I know people saw me. That just got me more excited. And I kept telling myself that if a trucker approached me, I would push myself to the limits and go back to their truck for an encounter.

As the night went on, I found myself more excited and committed to having an encounter if one presented itself. Each time I stopped and walked the line of trucks, i felt so turned on and sexy strutting my legs and ass up and down the lines for all to see. I felt disappointed when nothing happened and I got back in my truck to keep going. It was after midnight when I stopped at a rest stop with the intention of getting some sleep. It was a mid-sized rest area and the truck side was completely packed. Even the off-ramp and on-ramp were lined with trucks that couldn't find a spot in the normal parking area. A few trucks even parked at the far reaches of the car area, which I'm pretty sure is not allowed.

I found a spot at the end of the off-ramp that I was able to fit the moving truck into after multiple attempts. It was tight but it worked! My parking spot was far from the facilities but I didn't mind the walk. It was cold, being winter, but the thigh highs did help to keep my legs warm. I walked into the facility with my jacket on and dress down and used the rest room. It was empty.

When I left, I went out the opposite direction and walked to the far end of the truck parking area furthest from where I parked. There were two rows of truck parking so I went to the far side. As I walked down the side of the last truck, I unzipped my jacket and hiked my dress to expose the top of my thigh highs and garters. When I got to the front of the truck, I began the lot lizard walk. As with the previous times I had done it, it was thrilling. I was nervous and excited at the same time. My mind wouldn't stop imagining sexy and erotic situations that could happen. I pushed myself even further outside of my comfort zone. I walked slowly and I turned towards each truck I passed and held my jacket open for the occupants to see.

Most trucks had their curtains pulled shut so no one was there to see me. But a few had drivers in the front seat. Some never even noticed me. Others glanced and a few stared for more than a second. I walked both rows of trucks doing this and it was absolutely thrilling. But nothing happened. I ended up back at my truck after walking all the rows and the trucks along the off-ramp near where I parked. I was disappointed and cold. I started up my truck to get the heat going and surfed around some fetish sites on the internet for awhile. It was getting late and I was getting tired. But I was having too much fun. I decided to talk the rows of trucks one more time and call it a night.

I followed the same path as the previous time but this time left my jacket in the truck and hiked my dress up even higher. The bottom half of my ass was exposed to the cold night air and I had to force myself to walk slow instead of hurrying back to the warm cab of my truck. I kept telling myself that if I was approached, I was going all in whatever that meant. I'd give the guy a hand job, I'd suck his dick, I'd let him fuck me, or whatever else he wanted. I was so turned on from walking around a truck stop dressed like a whore and having these crazy fantasies.

I was half way down the last row of trucks when it happened. FLASH I froze in my tracks. Was that what I thought it was? I started freaking out a little. Telling yourself you'd let a guy fuck you if he approached you is one thing. Actually being approached and being presented with the situation is another.

FLASH FLASH

There was no mistaking it. The trucks lights had flashed at me. I looked over at the

cab and could see the drivers faintly illuminated face staring at me. I stood there frozen, dress hiked up, ass hanging out, staring at the truck that represented all the fantasies I'd been having all day. I just stood there freaking out inside. The flashing lights was the drivers way of approaching me. I had been telling myself all day that I would go for it all if I was approached. What was I going to do?

FLASH FLASH

The third time the lights flashed felt like a final proposal to me. They seemed to say "either we're doing this or not, stop wasting my time." My legs were moving before I cognitively realized it. They went taking me away from the truck and back to the safety of my moving truck. They were walking me straight at the truck.

As I got close to the truck the drivers side door popped open and the driver moved out of the seat and out of view. He must have climbed into the sleeper cabin. I carefully climbed up the steps, slide into the drivers seat, and closed the door behind me. My stomach was doing flips and nearly every part of my body was shaking. Nerves? What nerves? I paused in the drivers seat looking forward to take a deep breath and steady myself. Then I slowly turned my body towards the center of the cab so I could look back into the sleeper cab.

The driver of the truck was a white man, looked to be slightly over middle age, moderate build and size, and what most would describe as decent looking. He was also sitting on the edge of the bed, completely naked, with his legs spread so I could see his semi-hard cock staring back at me. He didn't say anything. He just sat there looking at me.

I was still freaking out over the fact that I was in the cab of a strangers truck at a rest area, dressed like a whore, and all but begging to be used. He started stroking his cock with one hand and motioned me to sit next to him with the other. I slowly climbed back to sit next to him on the bed. He continued to stroke his cock with his left hand and placed his right hand on my leg above my knee. He slowly started moving his hand up and down feeling my nylon covered leg. Each pass he got higher until he was touching my bare thigh. I liked the feeling of his touch and it did help to calm my nerves a little. He must have felt me relax a little and took that as an opportunity to move to the next level.

He gently grabbed my wrist and move my hand over to his cock. I wrapped my fingers around it and slowly started to stroke it for him. It was a nice size cock, maybe 6 to 7 inches long, not too thick or thin, and the skin was soft. Probably the result of many nights using skin moisturizer to jerk off while on the road. The man layer back on the bed and started rubbing my back while I sat there stroking him. My nerves didn't go away completely but I was getting more and more comfortable.

I started to lean forward to take his cock into my mouth but stopped almost as soon as I did. I wasn't sure if I could do it. I've had a few sexual encounters with men before but I had talked to them over time and had more time to get comfortable. This was a stranger and I was way outside of my comfort zone.

The man continued to rub his hand up and down my back and I stroked him. Every now and then he would moan quietly letting me know that he was enjoying what I was doing. I had a few more failed attempts to lean in to blow him. I may have made it a little further each time but still not quite making it there. As if to help, he increased the amount of pressure on my back as his hand went to the top off my back. After a moment it was clear that he was indeed trying to help me get there. His hand stayed at the base of my neck and the pressure was definitely in the direction of moving my head towards his crotch.

I didn't resist.

I let him guide me. His cock grew larger in my vision as I got closer, my lips parted, and his cock slid into my mouth. Have you ever had one of those experiences where you were so nervous and hesitant but after it started or was done it was easy to do it again? That is what this felt like. Once the tip of his dick touched my tongue, my nervousness receded and I didn't need his coaxing anymore. I repositioned my body onto the bed to make it easier on my neck and started bobbing my head up and down, sliding his dick in and out of my mouth. I am no expert at giving blow jobs but I know what feels good when I receive them so I just focused on doing that. I changed the pace, I licked the tip and shaft as it slid in and out, and sometimes sealed my lips and sucked hard to create a vacuum. I wasn't sure if I was going to win a medal for this performance but, from the sounds he was making, I wasn't going to get ejected from the game either.

I really wasn't sure how this was going to end. We had talked before hand and set any boundaries. Was he going to warn me before he was going to cum? Was he going to pull out at the last second and cum on my face? Was he going to surprise me by just unloading in my mouth? All these thoughts were going through my mind as I laid there sucking on his dick. It turns out, he wasn't going to do any of those things. He reached down and placed his hand under my chin to push me up and off of his cock. I was in a rhythm at this point and was a little sad that he made me stop.

He got up off the bed and I thought he didn't like what i was doing. I actually started feeling bad that I wasn't pleasing him properly. A moment later though I realized that was not the case. He took a hold of my body and moved me forward on the bed and onto my hands and knees. He then climbed behind me on the bed. Instantly I realized he was going to fuck me doggy style. Talk about a whole new flood of butterflies and nervousness. I won't lie, I started to freak out again and was frozen in place.

I didn't move a muscle.

I didn't move when he slid my dress up over my ass. I didn't move when he pulled my panties down as far as the garters would allow. I didn't move when he placed his cock against my ass. I just froze right there in the doggy style position with him behind me. The strange thing is that the only thought in my mind clear enough to grasp on to was "why don't I put my panties on over the garter belt so they can be more easily taken off?"

The application of pressure to my ass brought me back to the moment. With a slow and gentle motion, the man slid what felt to be a finger into my ass. It was wet and slid in easily. Either he had a bottle of lube back there or he licked his finger good before inserting it.

He moved it in and out of my ass, only taking it out to apply more moisture. It was definitely lube and he was applying it generously to my hole. It felt amazing. No way to deny that. My own cock was now half hard and dripping pre cum.

Another object pressed against my hole and, with a quick motion, the tip of something larger than a finger enter me. There was no doubt in my mind what it was. It was his cock and he was not planning on stopping with just the tip. He slid it all the way and paused, letting me feel his entire length inside me and him feeling me squeezing around him. His hands found my hips and the trusting began.

He started slow, as if testing the waters and gauging my response, and progressively increased the speed and intensity of his thrusts. I couldn't stop my eyes from rolling back and small moans escaping my lips. It felt amazing. All my nerves were gone. Most of my mind was gone. It was more than just the feeling of getting fucked. It was the culmination of years of fantasies being realized. It was the result of an entire day of driving from rest stop to rest stop, flashing truckers, and feeling the thrill of being naughty. It was the taboo nature of being dressed as a woman and having a random encounter with a stranger.

But it was also the feeling of getting fucked.

He gripped my hips harder and kept thrusting in and out of me. My dick slapped around in the same rhythm as his trusts. I was leaking pre cum all over my thighs and his bed. I tried to reach down and stroke myself a few times but needed both hands to hold myself up and not topple over.

In a quick motion, he pulled his cock out, spun me over onto my back, grabbed my ankles, spread my legs up and open, and slid his cock back inside of me. Different positions result in different angles, which changes where a cock press inside of you. Doggy style is hot and sexy but missionary is where it is at! His cock kept hitting something inside of me that had my moaning loudly with each thrust. My cock stiffened even harder as he continued to fuck me.

He reached down and started to stroke my cock while he fucked me. Less than 10 seconds later my cock exploded in huge sprays of cum as multiple waves of orgasm wracked my body.

The man released my cock and used his hands to place my legs on his shoulders with my feet on either side of his hand. His hands reached around my legs to grab my hips now that my ass was rotated way up into the air. For the next sixty seconds, while I was still reeling from one of the most intense orgasms I've ever experienced, the man fucked me. Hard. He didn't hold anything back. He slammed his cock deep into my ass until his balls pressed against me. He then pulled back until the tip of his cock nearly popped out of me, and then he slammed it home again. It was intense.

I had only been fucked in the ass a few times before but never like this. Not this intense. My head was spinning from all the sensations I was experiencing. I could feel my cock reversing course and recharging for another orgasm. This fast? That has never happened! The man's cock started to swell and his thrusts increased in speed. My cock started to swell a second time. And then we both came at the same time. He slammed his cock home and held it there as it throbbed and pulsed with each release of cum. My cock, laying there untouched, shot even more cum on my stomach. We both came for what felt like hours.

We stayed in that position, me on my back with my legs over his shoulders and his cock deep inside my ass, as the shudders from or orgasms played out. We didn't move. Not for a while. I was content to lay there for a moment. I came so hard I made myself dizzy. And, to be completely honest, feeling his cock grow softer while still inside me felt good. Finally, he pulled his cock out of me and sat back on the bed. He leaned against the cabin wall and closed his eyes, breathing a sigh of satisfaction.

I started to feel awkward and unsure what to do. Do I say something? Do I just leave? I wasn't sure what the proper protocol was. I decided to do the least awkward thing and go. I slid off the bed, pulled my dress down, and climbed to the front of the truck. The man didn't say anything. He just laid there with his eyes closed.

I climbed out of the truck and carefully made my way down the stairs. I felt something warm slide out of my ass and down my thigh. A part of my brain made the connection. That was the man's cum leaking out of me. I had just been fucked in the back of a truck, at a rest area, and now have a man's cum leaking out of me. Again, in full honesty, it made my cock swell a little.

I realized just how much cum I was covered in and knew I needed to get cleaned up. I walked to the facility while squeezing my ass as tight as I could to prevent more cum from leaking out of me. I went into the rest room, pushed as much of the cum out of me as I could, washed up in the sink, and then began the walk back to my truck to sleep. I didn't even make it halfway there when it happened again.

FLASH FLASH