Roni B, a Broken Air Conditioner and Kinky Sex

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Roni B, a Broken Air Conditioner and Kinky Sex
Roni B, a Broken Air conditioner and Kinky Sex

On a trip heading north from Florida disaster struck—twice. My car’s air conditioner died and the electric windows were stuck in the closed position. I checked fuses. Not the problem. I looked on the bright side, I might lose a few pounds on the 18 hour trip home.

After a couple hours, my wife didn’t share my stoic outlook.

“Can’t we do something?” she asked.

“Find a dealership and stay around for a day or two?”

“Or go home sweating.”

“That’s about it.”

She shook her head. “I’m dying here.” Then she reached down and pulled off her panties from beneath her pleated Indian cotton skirt. “I’m glad I wore this lightweight clothing.”

“I’m glad you took your undies off. I’m getting a hard-on thinking about you being naked under the skirt.”

“Then you’ll really like it when I take off my bra.”

Roni unbuttoned her billowing blouse, took it off and quickly unhooked her bra and dropped it in my lap. She put the blouse back on, but didn’t button it.

“Can you make the fan run any faster?” she asked.

I pointed at the controls on the dashboard. “You can move it up one more notch.”

She did and lifted and spread her skirt to catch the air rushing through the dashboard vents and from the floor area.

“That’s a little better,” she said.

“Now you’re really making me hard.”

She pulled the shirt up and back so I could get a full view of her beautiful natural bush. “Like what you see?”

“You bet. My cock is going to rip through my shorts, and if I keep looking, I’ll wreck the car.”

She laughed. “My poor boy. Are you getting a big hard dick because of me?”

“Uh huh. Now will you show me your tits.”

“Of course. Just keep one eye on the road until I‘m ready.” She dropped the skirt and opened her blouse and stuck out her boobs for me to get a great look at. “There ya go. Like those, too?”

“Yes, ma’am.” I reached over and stroked her left nipple.

“Oooh. That felt good.”

I reached farther over and touched the right one.

“That’s good, too.”

“I’d love to play with your tits, casino oyna but at seventy-five miles an hour, I might make you feel good until we end up off the road. Why don’t you let me watch you play with your nipples and The worst that will happen is I cum in my pants.

She not only stroked her nipples and turned them hard, but she let me watch her diddle her clit for a few moments.

“It’s too hot to keep playing with myself. If I start dripping, I’ll stick to this hot seat.”

I sighed and faked disappointment. “Okay, but you can always pick up where we left off when we get to a motel.”

“She smiled. “I think we can do something like that.”

She cooled her pussy for a couple more miles and then opened her blouse again exposing her tits and leaning closer to the air vents.

That gave me a great idea. “In a minute I’ll overtake that eighteen-wheeler up ahead. Are you going to cover up or give the driver a thrill?”

She gave me another sexy smile. “What would you like me to do?”

“I’d love for you to show the driver your tits.”

“Good. It’s too hot to cover up.”

Maybe not. But I was glad she thought so.

When I reached the rear quarter of the trailer, I eased up on the gas and coasted up side by side with the cab for a long moment. Roni’s tits were on display as we rode parallel to the truck.

With her blouse totally open and her knockers completely out for anyone to see, my wife laughed. “You rat. He has an unobstructed view of my boobs. And you love it.”

She made no move to cover up.

The driver gave two blasts from his air horns. Apparently he liked her tits as much as me.

Roni waved at the driver and I increased my cruising speed to eighty and slowly pulled away.

“You gave him a thrill he won’t forget,” I said. “He’s going to be telling stories about you at every truck stop between here and Maine.”

“I guess he liked what he saw.”

“You bet he did. You’ve got beautiful tits.”

Roni knows how much I enjoy that she turns on other guys and I love for others to see her nude or close to it.

“Tooting his horn was very flattering,” she said.

“Want kaçak casino to try another?”

She smiled again. “Should I lift my skirt this time?”

She’s never admitted it, but I’m sure she likes exposing herself as much as I like her to show off her body.

“Ha. What guy wouldn’t love to see your pussy?”

She softly punched my shoulder. “You’re so bad, so perverted.”

“Guilty as charged.”

I pulled the same maneuver with the next big rig we found. Roni lifted her skirt and covered her face, exposing her sweet hairy pussy. “Oh, my God, I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

I stayed parallel to the truck a little longer than the last time. The driver gave three blasts of his horns. Roni dropped her skirt and opened her blouse showing him her tits. The driver waved and showed her a big grin. Roni waved back and I pulled away after I answered his three honks with a couple toots of my own.

After doing the same thing with two more trucks, I pulled off the Interstate to find some lunch.

Sitting in a restaurant booth, Roni renewed her sexy smile. “I hope you remember I’m still not wearing any underwear.”

“Impossible to forget. I’m having one of those four hour erections the Viagra people warn you about.”

“You really get hot and bothered when I show myself off to other guys, don’t you?”

“You know it. Gonna show the waiter your tits?”

“Like no!”

“Just asking.”

She leaned forward and laid her boobs on the table. “When we’re back in the car, I can take care of that erection for you.”

I lowered my voice. “If you’re going to give me a blow job while we’re driving, I’ll run off the road when I cum.”

“Then let’s find a rest area.”

“Good idea. Will you play with my cock while we’re driving?”

She kicked off her shoe and ran her toes over my ankle.

“Think I can reach your cock with my foot? You love me to rub your big hard-on with my toes.”

“You could pretend to lose something under the table and suck on my boner right now.”

She faked a frown. “I don’t think so.”

“If you show the waiter your tits, I won’t have to give him a tip.”

She kicked my shin.

“Okay, canlı casino I’ll settle for a handjob while we’re driving and then you can get into some serious oral sex at the next rest area.”

“Are you going to let a truck driver see me jerking you off?”

“It sounds like that’s something you’d like to do.”

“Well, I’ve shown off everything I’ve got to a few guys for you, now how about you let someone see me giving you a little pleasure? Maybe we can find a female driver who’d like to see your cock.”

“Wouldn’t that be nice?”

“I think I’d like to start showing nude pictures of you to other women.”

“You could always get a few of your friends together and ask me to strip for them. I still look pretty good with my clothes off.”

“Yes you do, but they would want to have sex with you.”

“So you have to come up with a plan that appeals to you that doesn’t involve sex with someone else.”

“I’ll work on that. But for now, let’s finish our lunch and look for a pretty young truck driver who’d like to see me stroking your dick.”
We found three more male drivers who seemed to like a quick look at me getting a hand job, but probably would have liked seeing Roni’s tits and bush a lot more. In only twenty miles we pulled into a rest area. Unfortunately, it was small and crowded and offered no opportunity for me to get a blow job without the possibility of getting reported to the highway patrol for lewd and lascivious conduct.

Back on the Interstate, we finally pulled up next to a big rig driven by a tough looking blonde in her forties. Roni made sure she leaned back far enough for the woman to see her stroking my hard cock. Roni was right. The woman seemed to like what she saw. The driver blasted her horn twice and gave us a thumbs-up and then pointed her finger toward her mouth, indicating she wanted to watch Roni suck on my dick. Happy to oblige, my wife went down on me and took the full length of my boner into her mouth. The driver hit her horns twice more.

Roni came up for air and waved to the driver and I pulled away. Too bad we didn’t have a convertible; those drivers could have seen a lot more.

That evening in a motel in North Carolina, we spent hours in the shower and fucking and sucking in a cool air conditioned room. Sometimes disaster can be turned to your advantage.

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