What an 18 wheel truck, a car and a couple have in common? A lot, if you read further. By the way.....this story is dedicated to a newbie, 4eyes, who is a truck driver and asked me to tell him this story.

Everything starts with a couple having a very nice dinner downtown. The couple had reunited only recently after he had left her for 6 months for living with another woman.

Now the man was back to their home, asking forgiveness and sealing the past with a heartbreaking confession wet by tears of guilt and longing.

So she had forgiven him and taken him back.

The couple was now experiencing a new rebirth of their love. The passion she accumulated for those long, painful months could finally explode and wrap all around his body and soul. He was elated by her response and relieved of having escaped the fall in the canyon of a goodbye. For now.

That night the couple was dressed like for a great occasion. She put on the red dress she wore when she went with him to the casino’ the year before. He loved that dress.

The dinner was delicious: pomegranate sauce sirloin and buttery asparagus followed by a decadent tiramisu and two bottle of red wine.

They talked during the whole dinner like they never talked to each other.

At one point he had gone to the restroom.

After few minutes she had heard the buzz of an incoming message on her cell. She opened it....he had sent her a picture of himself naked .....from the stall....he had written  “I am coming. Be ready”.

She felt blushing. Something she didn’t do easily.

She giggled. The wine was dancing in her veins. She was ready too.

The maitre arrived with the check. He asked if everything had been up to their satisfaction. They looked at each other and he said. ”More than you imagine. Thank you”.

They got up and he helped her pulling away her chair. Then he hugged her tight while walking to the parking lot. He was kissing her all the way to the car.

She was shivering in the dress.....but not only for the chilled air of the evening.

He opened the door for her and she slipped in the car. Her legs were fresh. He started the engine and the car smoothed away in the dark. The traffic was heavy though.

But they couldn’t care less.

He put on a cd and the music filled the comfortable silence between them.

Then he reached for her hand, lazily resting on her lap. She held that man’s hand tight. She wanted to never let that hand go. He squeezed her hand back. He was honestly convinced he would have never risked losing her again.

There was nothing to say.

They were like ripe fruits on top of the perfect branch, balancing thru the stormy winds and aching for the drought they seemed having made it. They were almost sure of having rightly gained some kind of eternity.

He then let go of her hand and slowly started to caress her tight. She was feeling slightly dizzy but the passion was more powerful of the wine.

She kept still...tasting every little inch reached by that loved hand over her skin.

One small inch at the time those fingers were voluptuously tracing a familiar and yet now ever traced path....his fingers were like the ones of a maestro on a piano......a languid Spanish guitar was playing in the stereo...

He finally reached the edge of the dress...red like fire...he started to move away the little ruffles....he was keeping his eyes fixed on the road...never looking at her ....she could only see his loved profile, that nose almost too perfect for a man...

The red, blue, violet, green, yellow lights of the city were flashing away thru the windshield.....it was a cool Spring night ......the traffic was still solid even after having left downtown.....

Then he stopped at one red light. And close to the car stopped a truck too.

He glanced up to his left.

And he didn’t stop moving his hand toward her.

He smiled though. She noticed the small grin. She looked up to his left too. She too saw the truck and one face looking down to the car.

She said to him “Do you think they can see us?”

He said “What do you think? Do you care?”

And at the same time he pushed her hand against her pussy. She smiled and slightly opened her legs.

“No, really, do you think they can see us?” she repeated like that would be of any  importance at that point.

“I think no” he lied.

His hand was now lifting her dress discovering her panties and the rest of her legs....he pulled the dress even further, up to her navel.....

“Uhmm - he whispered – but if they don’t like what they see they are crazy.’

She sighed...he was caressing her stomach in a deep, slow circle, feeling its warmth, touching her everywhere.

The red light was still on. Probably he thought he didn’t have much time....

So with a rapid movement he pulled down her panties, down to her knees...her pussy was now completely offered to the view. She was caught by surprised but didn’t stop him..

He put one finger in her mouth and let her lick it before pushing it inside her ....it went in smooth like velvet on velvet....she was so wet..

Only now she noticed that the heads at the truck’s window were two.

She didn’t know if she should care or not. She decided she didn’t. Instead she pulled back her body on the seat and let him reach her down, as deep as he could go...he was widely grinning now but still looking straight in front of him,....

His movements were like a sweet torture....she had to move too now...she raised her hips to better encounter the invasion of that hand...and in doing so well aware of offering even more of herself  to those strangers to see.....

She was feeling desired by her man and nothing else would have had importance at that moment. She could share with him that crazy display of lust. Actually, she wanted that moment to last longer and longer...his man’s hand inside her, those men watching her, the car trapped in the traffic, the lights flashing in her eyes, that music from the stereo...everything was moving around her, wrapping her like a sea current...it was feeling so good.

Look at me, she wanted to shout to those faces, look at me...he wants me...i want him.....

But, cruelly, the red light disappeared. The green one arrived. The traffic started slowly to move on.

They saw the truck slowly passing them by.

But before moving on the truck driver let go a honk, a long honk in the night and a hand waved at the car from the window.....thumb up...

“I think we made them happy” she said laughing.

 “No, you made me happy”

The car in front of them finally moved too and he sprinted forward.

The couple reached their home and how that night ended is easy to imagine.

I know them very well.

But they don’t live here anymore.