When I was at university, I was lucky to obtain a 1952 MG TD
sports car. It was in mint condition and was forest green with
light brown leather seats. I loved to take it out on the highways
and put the foot to the floorboard.
There was a interstate highway near by with lots of truckers in
their big rigs. A BI friend of mine had a Mustang convertable and
one day we were driving on that highway and he said.."watch this."
He then opened his pants, pulled them down to his knees, and took
his quite enormous cock out and began to whip it to attention.
Then some rigs came into view and he drove up along side and blew
his horn and waved at the drivers. I was mortified and wanted to
just plain disappear, but that wasn't possible. The driver blew his
air horn 4 times, then a break, and then 2 more times. My friend
smiled and said, "he wants me to stop at the next rest area"....and
we did. My friend got out and went to the truck and got in. He was
there for about 45 minutes and I was getting a bit nervous. But, he
finally came out with a smile on his face....still zipping up his pants,
got into the car and drove off. He said nothing. Finally I couldn't
stand it any longer and said..."well, what happened?" It seems he
does it a lot and has gotten to know many of the short haul drivers,
even by name. He gets and gives bjs.
I thought he was crazy, but about a week later I was driving on that
road in my MG. It was mid summer, very hot and very humid. I was
shirtless and wearing running shorts that snapped on both sides at
the waist...sort of like a childs training pants.....real easy in/easy out
ones! :biggrin: I got horny, unsnapped the shorts on both sides,
pulled the front part of the shorts down between my legs and began to
do some serious wanking.
Finally I noticed a big rig behind me, but he was not passing me. I don't
know how long he had been there since I was a bit preoccupied at the
time. It made me nervous that he was so close on my tail bumper and I
kept hoping he would pass me! He gave me the 4+2 air horn blasts and
then came along side me and slowed up to my speed....looked over and
with a real lascivious smile, gave the 4+2 blasts again. What I had not
been aware of was that he was high up and that he had been looking
down into my low to the ground MG....and had been watching what I had
been doing for at least a mile or so. I didn't stop at the next rest stop,
but I did later in the day, take mine out and do some more wanking. I am
sure many saw what I was doing. Some said nothing, and others gave me
a thumbs up sigh. I only did it a few times and then stopped because I
didn't like what I was doing.....and because I was enjoying it too much!
I think about it sometimes and......