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16/08/2011
Hi, I am jessica and this is the story of what happened to me a few years ago. I am blond, good figure although I could do with losing a few pounds with average looks. I was 23 at the time and out of work so had little money to spare, my boyfriend having left me about two weeks after I lost my job.
I live in a small town about three miles from the M1 motorway about 80 from London. There is little to do where I live and since I was 18 had frequently travelled to London for a night or weekend, going to concerts or clubs and sometimes staying with friends or sometimes getting a hotel room. Now I rarely went because of the money and only if I could stay with a friend. Before I got a coach service that stopped in the town or rarely the train, which was half the time but over twice the cost. Now I usually hitched, which I knew was a risk but I was OK and thought nothing would happen to me, the cockyness of youth!
So on this occassion I got to London and had a great night, but had a big row with my girlfriend who I was due to stay with about her boyfriend, he was a creep and whenever Kath dissappered would try it on and groped me a couple of times! Kath thought he was great and ended up calling me a tease and the whole thing escalated. I ended up storming off but was in London at 1:30 in the morning, dressed for clubbing as by bag was at Kath's, and nowhere to go. I suppose I could have gone back but thought I would just hitch home. (I had had too much to drink, and whilst not drunk obviously skiffy enough to make a stupid decision).
I managed to get the night bus from the west end to Harrow and decided to hitch from there. I must have walked towards the motorway for about 45 minutes with nothing stopping and it had started to rain, so on hearing traffic approaching I turned, and with one hand stuck my thumb out but with the other hitched up mu, already short, skirt with the other, exposing the top of my thighs and the tiny pants I was wearing. This large lorry pulled up and the window opened, the driver leant accross and asked where I was heading so I told him and he asked what it was worth for a lift there. I replied that he could have me thinking that I could hop out and run off when we got there, so he opened the door and told me to get in.
He was about forty but seemed OK and chatted to me, he saw I was cold and wet and pulled into the first services on the motorway and parked up in the Lorry area. I was not concerned still, heoffered to by me a meal and hot coffee. and we had a meal together and went back to his truck but this is where I got my cumupance. When we got in he told be to go into the back of the cab, which was covered by a curtain, in it was a bed accross the width of the vehicle so was at least as big as a single bed, probably a bit bigger, therwqas a fridge, microwave and tv also. I turned and reached for the door but he pushed a button and it was all locked, also another thick curtain automatically advanced round the window.
Matt, as the driver had told me his name was, simply said that I had made a deal, he did not force me into it but thought people should keep there words.
To be honest, having warmed up in the cab and had a bite to eat I quite liked Matt and was feeling quite horny, not having had sex sime my boyfriend left me over six months before, so just suddenly accepted I had put myself in the position and, sod it, at least I would enjoy it.
I slipped into the back and, without being asked took off what little I was wearing. I found myself kissing Matt's ear with my hands round his neck and apologising for my behaviour, I just explained I was scared he might hurt me and could he be gentle. As it was he was a wonderful lover, he caressed and kissed me gently everywhere and by the time he slipped his tool into me I was dripping wet and begging for him to fuck me. He seemed to last for ages, alternatively pumping hard and then slowly teasing me and I had mutiple orgasms before he came.
He was good to his word and took me to where I had asked, with me esting my hand on his thigh mpst of the way! I told him he was the best I had known and gave him my phone number, telling him I would like to see him again. He told me he was married and did not think it was a good idea but I told him I was not looking for a partner. After that he picked me up about once a month for a couple of years and once, when he had to take a load to Italy, he took me and we made out at least twice every day.
I live in a small town about three miles from the M1 motorway about 80 from London. There is little to do where I live and since I was 18 had frequently travelled to London for a night or weekend, going to concerts or clubs and sometimes staying with friends or sometimes getting a hotel room. Now I rarely went because of the money and only if I could stay with a friend. Before I got a coach service that stopped in the town or rarely the train, which was half the time but over twice the cost. Now I usually hitched, which I knew was a risk but I was OK and thought nothing would happen to me, the cockyness of youth!
So on this occassion I got to London and had a great night, but had a big row with my girlfriend who I was due to stay with about her boyfriend, he was a creep and whenever Kath dissappered would try it on and groped me a couple of times! Kath thought he was great and ended up calling me a tease and the whole thing escalated. I ended up storming off but was in London at 1:30 in the morning, dressed for clubbing as by bag was at Kath's, and nowhere to go. I suppose I could have gone back but thought I would just hitch home. (I had had too much to drink, and whilst not drunk obviously skiffy enough to make a stupid decision).
I managed to get the night bus from the west end to Harrow and decided to hitch from there. I must have walked towards the motorway for about 45 minutes with nothing stopping and it had started to rain, so on hearing traffic approaching I turned, and with one hand stuck my thumb out but with the other hitched up mu, already short, skirt with the other, exposing the top of my thighs and the tiny pants I was wearing. This large lorry pulled up and the window opened, the driver leant accross and asked where I was heading so I told him and he asked what it was worth for a lift there. I replied that he could have me thinking that I could hop out and run off when we got there, so he opened the door and told me to get in.
He was about forty but seemed OK and chatted to me, he saw I was cold and wet and pulled into the first services on the motorway and parked up in the Lorry area. I was not concerned still, heoffered to by me a meal and hot coffee. and we had a meal together and went back to his truck but this is where I got my cumupance. When we got in he told be to go into the back of the cab, which was covered by a curtain, in it was a bed accross the width of the vehicle so was at least as big as a single bed, probably a bit bigger, therwqas a fridge, microwave and tv also. I turned and reached for the door but he pushed a button and it was all locked, also another thick curtain automatically advanced round the window.
Matt, as the driver had told me his name was, simply said that I had made a deal, he did not force me into it but thought people should keep there words.
To be honest, having warmed up in the cab and had a bite to eat I quite liked Matt and was feeling quite horny, not having had sex sime my boyfriend left me over six months before, so just suddenly accepted I had put myself in the position and, sod it, at least I would enjoy it.
I slipped into the back and, without being asked took off what little I was wearing. I found myself kissing Matt's ear with my hands round his neck and apologising for my behaviour, I just explained I was scared he might hurt me and could he be gentle. As it was he was a wonderful lover, he caressed and kissed me gently everywhere and by the time he slipped his tool into me I was dripping wet and begging for him to fuck me. He seemed to last for ages, alternatively pumping hard and then slowly teasing me and I had mutiple orgasms before he came.
He was good to his word and took me to where I had asked, with me esting my hand on his thigh mpst of the way! I told him he was the best I had known and gave him my phone number, telling him I would like to see him again. He told me he was married and did not think it was a good idea but I told him I was not looking for a partner. After that he picked me up about once a month for a couple of years and once, when he had to take a load to Italy, he took me and we made out at least twice every day.
Poster:
Jessica
