My husband and I drive team in a tractor trailer across the country. When you drive team, the expectation is that you will run your truck 24 hours a day. It’s exhausting. When this story happened, we were new to driving team and I couldn’t really believe that this was the expectation--to keep the truck rolling all day and all night long. Stop to fuel, grab some food, keep the truck rolling. It was making me nuts! There I was, in the truck all day with my man, but with one of us driving and one of us supposed to be sleeping, there just wasn’t time for much else.

We were coming out of LA and our customer took too long to get us loaded. We had planned to stop, get cleaned up, and catch some hot torn up sex, but because the load was late, there was no time. And getting out of LA traffic, and down the Grapevine, well-- that stretch is a workout. There’s a 6% grade. The California Highway Patrol has a scale, police every few miles, and the posted speed limit is as slow as 35 mph for tractor trailers. At the bottom of the hill, nestled in some grape fields, there’s a little town called Grapevine, so the whole winding way–pretty much from Las Angeles to Wheeler Ridge--is known as The Grapevine. It’s a treacherous section of I-5, and all the truckers talk about it.

We were at least two hours late, and now I was supposed to be able to flip a switch in my neck and fall into a dead sleep. It wasn’t going to happen. I was pretty pissed that our schedule was wrecked. I hadn’t had any dick in awhile, and was about to climb the walls, I was so fucking horny. But we had a deadline, and we weren’t going to make it unless we kicked ass the whole way. I knew I needed to cum or I wasn’t going to get any sleep at all. In the past I had begged and pleaded with my husband to stop the damn truck, but what we both learned about that experience was that we’re both terribly stubborn. When he gets on a roll, he doesn’t want to stop. Even for sex. It takes him over an hour to come--he just doesn’t do quickies. He just doesn’t. Stopping for an hour of sex was out of the question, and I knew it.

Now, I squirt when I cum, so I keep these rubber mats in the truck. They’re white, layered in flannel like you’d put in the bottom of a crib, and I keep one on the mattress. I got up on my mat and I pulled out a bottle of water and a washcloth. I pulled off my shirt and start giving myself a little sponge bath. My husband was driving, but he glanced back, saw me pretty much naked and said, "Woman, what the hell are you doing? We’re in the middle of traffic."

Of course we were, we were always in the middle of traffic-- and I had about had it with this crappy trucking traffic. He could tell by the look on my face that I was declaring mutiny. He decided not to mess with me. Instead, I could see the little visor being pulled down–he has a square mirror on the back. He aimed the mirror right at me so he could watch traffic and me at the same time.

Before I continue, this is not a safe driving story. I’m not advocating anyone try this. That being said, this is about the favorite sexual experience we’ve ever had. I’d fucking had it with the truck rolling 24 hours a day, I was so horny. I was too tired, too crabby, and about to take matters into my own hands.

The sun was setting. I was on the bed with my boobs all out, sponging off. I spread shaving cream over my crotch with my legs wide open. I shaved myself nice and smooth. My husband’s a watcher, so he’s got his eyes pretty much on as much of the action as he can while still driving. When it finally got dark enough, I scooted up to the front seat and threw the mat down on the seat and started masturbating.

He’d gotten me a dildo as a gift when we got into the truck together but I hadn’t had too much of a chance to play with it. It had a great size and shape, about eight thick inches, and what made it different than the other ones I had was that it had a suction cup on the end. I started jacking myself off with it, and I was looking around for a place to stick the suction cup. I was eyeballing the gearshift because I had often fantasized about what it would feel like vibrating against my clit. Husband read my mind. He covered the gearshift with his hand and said, "Don’t even think about it."

I told him he was a spoilsport, and decided I could try sticking it to the console of the truck. The glove compartment was in front of the passenger seat, then there’s a section that juts out at an angle, there’s the vents for the air conditioning there, otherwise it’s pretty blank. I smacked the dildo suction cup on the side of that part of the console. I arched my back up from the seat and I started fucking the dildo stuck to the panel there. The dildo was vibrating all over the place with the truck’s constant vibration. The air from the vent was blowing on my pussy. OMG, it was bliss!

Husband was saying "You go, girl." He flipped on the light that lights the interior, under the console. It’s a red light, and I know he only flipped it on so he could see better. It makes my skin glow all red--I’m thinking–DAMN! Red Light District!--I’m hitting my groove.

"Ungh, ungh, ungh," I sigh with each thrust.

I’ve got one foot up on the handle by the window, and the other leg spread all the way open with my foot braced behind his seat. I’m screwing away and it’s dark, but not pitch black. With the red light glowing, it’s making me crazy to think that there might be other drivers in other trucks noticing what’s going on in our truck. It was definitely feeding into my exhibitionist tendencies! At least, I was performing for My Man. What I really want to do was to make him get crazy, make him stop the truck and give me some dick.

Slam!-- the dildo crashed to the floor. Now I don’t know about anyone else, but anything that hits the floor of the truck is off-limits to going back into a body. We do try to keep our truck tidy, but in and out of it all day with boots and dust, well-- hair and grit and cum don’t mix. So I go "Oh crap!" and I’m looking for something else to shove into my pussy. I grabbed the bottle of lube and shoved it inside my pussy. I started jamming on it. I squirmed all into the aisle.

Hubby said, "Hey, bring that on over here."

The truck started lugging as he slowed down to shift. He had to pay attention to the road. He reached up for some medical gloves that we keep in the pouch above his visor. He likes to stay clean and latex gloves come in handy for pulling dead birds out of the grill, or unscrewing the cap off the stinky diesel tanks. I scootched my ass over the side of the seat and had my legs spread as wide as they would go. I braced my foot up on the console and pushed my hip against the gear shift. My whole pelvis vibrated. He slopped lube all over my pussy until it was slick and smooth and he slipped on the medical glove. I was grinding against his hand. He kept rubbing my clit and I was all over the place. I started begging, "Oh Fuck me Fuck me Fuck me." Then wham! --he shoved his entire hand up inside my cunt. Oh my god. He’d fisted me before--that’s one of the reasons we kept the gloves in the truck--but I couldn’t believe he could fit his whole hand up inside of me like that while we were driving. Jesus Christ! I rocked around and adjusted to the size of his hand and I started riding him. He was working me over. Slamming it to me. He held the back of his hand vibrating on the back of my cunt. I was going crazy. He was still driving, still keeping his eyes on the road, but one of his hands was jammed up inside me. It was awesome. I felt so full. I started moaning and coming and squirting all over the place. He was feeling me clench and pulse against his arm, and then he would thrust it in again.

Talk about absolute insanity!

Of course, I wasn’t paying attention to what was going on outside the truck until he said, "Shit! I can’t believe it. I just fisted you all the way down the Grapevine."