Lizzie’s Dare 3

“Fancy giving him a closer look girls,” was the question from Chris that had gone unanswered. We were far too engrossed in bringing each other off to consider what he meant and we’d probably travelled another five miles before we were in a fit state to wonder about it.

When we eventually sorted ourselves out, he asked again. “Would you let him watch you?”

“I thought we just had,” answered Lizzie.

“No, I mean close up, standing outside the car.”

“What like dogging?” I asked. An exciting thought! The concept of dogging appeals. Sitting in a car playing with myself while a crowd of guys stands outside, cocks in hand, wanking for England. I know it usually goes further than that and that’s why it’s just the concept I like.

“I suppose so, yes,” came back the response.

I looked at Lizzie. “Why not?” she said, “I can’t show him any more than he’s already seen, but how are you going to sort it?”

“I thought I’d give him plenty of warning and drive into the next services. Hope he follows.”

“But he must be miles back now. We overtook him ages ago.”

“No, he’s right behind us. I’ve kept the speed down.”

We both instinctively looked out of the rear window and sure enough, there he was. He flashed his headlights as he saw us looking, so we both waved.

“Pizzle,” Lizzie exclaimed, “I suppose you’re saying this is part of the dare?”

“Naturally.”

“Then I guess I’ll have to do it. What about you Tracy?” She didn’t sound as though she had any objection. Nor did I.

“What a stupid question,” I replied with a grin on my face. “Only question is, you're not proposing to let him in are you?” I feel I’m on the verge of banishing my man phobia, but I need to plan each step to steel myself for it. It hadn’t been on the agenda for today and I couldn’t believe Lizzie would be prepared to go that far either, but I was wondering if I was wrong.

There was silence from the front. Chris had no objection, it appeared. My earlier assumption that he wanted his wife fucked looked more accurate than ever. Lizzie, however! “No! Certainly not! I’ll do it, but I want the windows shut, and the doors locked.”

“Fair enough,” came back Chris’s reply tinged, I thought, with disappointment. It suited me, though.

The service station appeared ahead, and Chris set his indicator going. I turned and waved to the driver and did the best I could to get him to understand we wanted him to follow.

He looked to be in his late fifties, early sixties, not that it mattered. The thought of showing off and watching him wank himself off was intoxicating. We took the slip road. Lizzie had turned to watch, too. The lorry’s indicator came on. He followed. We looked at each other. “Yes!” I exclaimed. Lizzie surprised me. She leaned over and kissed me. “God I’m hot. Witch, give me a good fucking.” A request I was hardly going to refuse.

Chris pulled over and let the lorry go ahead and find a parking spot, and we followed. The excitement on the back seat was palpable. We had hands on each other’s legs, but they were stationary. Our minds thinking in advance.

“I know it’s Lizzie’s dare Tracy, but don’t you think you’re a bit overdressed?” Chris asked, looking at me in the mirror. I was. Mind you, my clothes were showing signs of abuse. My blouse was liberally covered in Lizzie’s juices, my skirt crumpled and creased from the contortions we’d been through and a stocking had a huge ladder. “Not much point now,” I replied, “we can start with me being stripped by Lizzie.”

The lorry had stopped and there was space between him and an adjacent lorry for Chris to pull between the two. Nicely secluded. Not that I’d have cared if we’d been in the middle of the A12 I was that hot, but perhaps it was sensible for Lizzie.

We’d no sooner stopped than the cab door opened and the driver jumped out. Think archetypical lorry driver. Sitting all day. Living on burgers and chips. Sleeping in his cab. Sooner I was on top if we’d been mating! As I said earlier, though, what he looked like was irrelevant.

Chris nipped out of the car and spoke to him. Hopefully telling him our limit, that is, no interaction. It didn’t seem to bother him. His smile-cross that-his leer was from ear to ear.

He walked down the side of the car to opposite the rear door and leaned back against his lorry after giving us a little wave.

To business.

I was sitting on the rear seat with my feet up on it, knees bent and apart. Aware I was sans knickers. He could see all the way up. The feeling of this man’s eyes, a metre away, feasting on my nakedness. Divine. His eyes shone! Lizzie knelt behind me, her arms over my shoulders, groping my breasts through my blouse and bra. She undid my blouse. Pulled it aside. Exposed my bra to his hungry eyes. Scooped out my tits, one after the other. Pinched my nipples between finger and thumb. Pulled them hard. My, she had come a long way. I was boiling, but aware this was Lizzie’s dare. That she had asked for a good fucking. I intended she’d get it. I wanted to stay hot. Stay wanting to be debauched. To take these two further. She was reaching down towards my pussy, but I stopped her. “No. I need to finger you.” I had more than fingers in mind going into that delicious cunt, but I’d not raise expectations.

We did our shuffling around. In other circumstances, we may have ended up with a fit of the giggles again, but this round of debauchery was on a higher plain than earlier.

If we ended up as we’d been before, Lizzie on her hands and knees straddling me on my back, my head and her cunt next to the window, she’d not be able to watch him cum and I was certain of two things. He would, and she needed to see it.

We ended up with her on her back, knees raised and parted as I’d been with me in the footwell. I’ve been in more uncomfortable positions, I’m sure, but I couldn’t recall them. Not that I cared. The positive outweighed the negative. The positives. My lips sucking on gorgeous tit. My hand thrusting hard into a vagina awash with juice. Next to an engorged cock separated by half a metre and a sheet of glass. The sound of ecstatic whimpering from my friend. The expletives issuing forth from our voyeur. The negative. A cramp, creeping into my calves.

My lips were sucking hard on Lizzie’s teat. Her eyes weren’t on me, but on the lorry driver. He was now up close to the window. As close as he could get to our naked bodies. We could both watch him. Being so close, his cock was partially hidden below window level, but the tip was in view as was his hand as it traversed its length. I couldn’t decide which sensation I was enjoying more, sucking tit, frigging cunt, watching wanked cock. Any one of the three could give me an orgasm. All three together were destined to provide a tsunami. And so it proved. My cramped calves and arm muscles from finger fucking were just beginning to make an impression on my consciousness when Lizzie erupted. “Oh Fuckkkkk!” Her hips pushed up and into my hand. Her hand clamped over mine, locking my fingers in her cunt. Her shouted obscenities continued. That was enough. It triggered me and our lorry driver. My orgasm had me banging my head and knees against parts of the car. I dimly heard a shout from outside. I assumed he’d cum too. I collapsed back into the well of the car. As the effects of my orgasm wore off the need to stretch my legs became paramount. I raised myself off the floor to find my head by Lizzie’s. The ensuing kiss removed my need to stretch. As we broke the kiss, Lizzie whispered. “Look at the window.” I did. Streaked with cum. He was already zipped up. He bent down, put his face close to the glass, blew us a kiss and was gone. Seconds later, his artic started up, and he moved off, leaving us visible to a swathe of lorries parked up. Should we continue the show? How randy did I still feel? How randy did Lizzie still feel? Perhaps more to the point, how randy did Chris feel? I clambered up out of my pit and checked. Clearly, I was too late to do what I’d planned. To get him fucking his wife in front of the lorry driver, perhaps with me wanking him. He was swivelled round in the driver’s seat. His trousers and boxers pushed down to his knees. There were clear signs of a cum explosion. His cock was at rest. His face wore a gigantic smile. But even with his flaccid cock, I could see he still had an interest in my exposed boobs which were inches away from him. The atmosphere in the car was laden with sex. Everyone seemed wound tight. I could take a chance. See how Lizzie reacted. Rub my tits in Chris’s face. But I’d not do that. She’d given every indication she didn’t want Chris playing with others, and he was well satisfied with what he had been watching. So I did what all we British do after a tumultuous event. “Fancy a cup of tea?” It broke the atmosphere. They both laughed.

We went and had a cup of tea.

The debrief was interesting.