Layby Linda

My pussy was on fire for the rest of the day.

Thankfully my flatmate wasn't round when I arrived home because I rushed straight into my bedroom and pulled my vibe out of the drawer in the same movement that I pulled my trousers and pants down. They were hardly around my ankles as I drove the vibe as deep and hard into my cunny as possible. I really wanted a real life cock but the sex-toy had to make do and it was simply thrilling as I fucked myself rigid for over 5 minutes making myself cum 3 wonderful times. ...reliving my latest naughty escapade and fantasising about the men grabbing me and taking advantage of me with my knickers around my ankles.

I played the same game for the next few weeks -- always wearing low cut blouses; that showed plenty of my 36DD cleavage and hipster trousers with a sexy pair of panties on Tuesdays. The guys would talk about work and football quickly getting around to discussing the different porn films that they'd watched in intimate detail; then I'd go behind a lorry for a long sexy piss. I couldn't believe I was doing this. I'm not shy -- far from it. But to deliberately pull my trousers down and let a bunch of dirty old men (6 I guessed one week!) watch me piss out in the open defied belief. Strangely enough I didn't have a regular boyfriend at this time which might account for my behaviour and I was soon furiously masturbating 2 or 3 times a night 4 or 5 times a week to satisfy my lust filled urges.

I did 'pull a young guy' at a night club one Saturday night. We had a serious snog outside of the club and I guess I made it pretty obvious that sex was on the agenda when we got back to my place. Everything was going swimmingly -- he had my bra off and had given my tits a serious tongue lashing when I said, "I need to go to the toilet.......do you want to watch?"

He nearly freaked out and couldn't get away fast enough!

In early June I slowly drove back along the pot holed lane eventually finding a space between two big lorries about 10 yards opposite the van. I quickly applied some lipstick then went to the boot of my Vauxhall Vectra to get my handbag. The bag had slid to the back and just as I stretched to retrieve it a gust of wind blew my skirt right up; revealing my knickers and tights.

"Wahay!" Owen shouted in my direction accompanied by laughter from a group of drivers sitting near him. I grabbed my bag and slammed the boot closed.

"I knew that would happen if I wore a bloody skirt!" I told myself as I turned to face three new burly lorry drivers grinning at me as they sat smoking and drinking coffee at a picnic table beside the mobile café.

As assertively as possible I walked up to the van and ordered a coffee and a bacon roll.

"Did you enjoy that then?" I sarcastically asked the fattest lorry driver whom I didn't recognise, who was still grinning like a Cheshire cat at the table next to Owen.

"Too bloody right, I did." He chuckled and tried to embarrass me. "That view will get me going tonight when I'm parked up in Glasgow."

If only he'd known what I got up to every other week!

He then turned to Owen and the others and crudely rubbed his crotch; "It's just a pity she wasn't wearing stockings!"

"You dirty old man. That's disgusting!" I sneered as the fat man continued rubbing his crotch.

"It's not as disgusting as what I'd be doing if you had been wearing stockings!" He bellowed and rubbed even harder, "I'd have to get it out and do it for real!"

I just rolled my eyes as the men all laughed then talked over each other.

"I love nylons." "I wish that my missus would wear them!" "She's certainly got the legs for stockings."

"Are you quite finished?" I playfully scolded them. "If I'd known I was going to put on a show for you I actually would have put some stockings on this morning." It was only at this moment that I realised that I'd always worn trousers on my previous visits. How remiss of me!

"Would you really?" A man with a face that looked liked it had been marinated in lifetime of misery asked incredulously.

"She's taking the piss!" The loud fat one told him as he pushed his friend making the cheap plastic chair wobble. Even I giggled as he tried to steady himself.

"Pull up a chair sweetheart." Owen suggested as I looked around for somewhere to sit, "Come and sit with your friends."

I smiled my appreciation and took my place at the tea stained plastic table. The three lorry drivers that I didn't recognise introduced themselves and chatted and joked as I ate my bacon roll. The fat man was known as Big Vid, the miserable one Smithy and the smallest fattest one was known as Carrsy. Big Vid was about 60 and over 17 stone with silver hair pulled back into a pony-tail and had a matching silver goatee beard; his overalls were particularly smart and immaculately clean.

"Do you really wear nylons?" The miserable looking man -- Bobby, repeated.

"Yes I do." I smiled trying to take control of the situation, "not usually for work, but I quite like to wear them on weekends and special occasions."

As usual the conversation remained quite sexually charged for the next twenty minutes or so as I drank my coffee and ate my sandwich. The regulars became a bit agitated because the fat man was commandeering my time asking about my job and my love life and awkwardly flirting with me; but I was reveling in the attention.

My pulse and heart were racing as I finished my second large cup of coffee and it was 'time for my show'.

"Have you seen the time?" I gasped as theatrically as possible when I looked at my watch, "I'd better get going."

Owen and Martin looked crestfallen as I stood up and began walking towards my car.

"Shit!" I said in a stage whisper, "I'd better have a pee before I set off. Is it OK if I go behind one of the lorries?"

My 'regular' friends all grinned and breathed a collective sigh of relief as I walked halfway along a huge green container lorry and stopped; lifted my skirt right up to my waist. then slowly pulled my tights and thong down to my ankles. There was the usual shuffling of feet in the grass and stifled giggling as well as hushed sighs as my audience took their place about 7 or 8 feet away.

"Fuck me!" I heard Big Vid gasp, "the dirty cow is going to let us watch her take a piss!"

"She always does!" Owen confessed.

This was nearly as exciting as the very first time and my heart was pounding as I leant forward legs apart and forced out a long stream of golden piss.

"She doesn't fucking care? Does she?" He laughed again, "If she can then I can."

As my pee splashed onto the grass I heard him unzipping his overall trousers then the unmistakable sound of his piss too landing on the grass. I slowly pulled my tights and pants back up; taking my time to make sure that everything was tucked in properly. When I turned around Big Vid and a second younger guy both had their cocks out and were shaking the drips off.

I raised my eyebrows and sexily purred, "mmmmmmmm." Big Vid's cock was some size and was growing longer and thicker as he pulled and tugged at it; the younger guys cock was long and thin with a floppy foreskin but still soft.

"Sorry to disappoint you boys but I really do have to get back to work!" I chuckled as I sauntered past them wiggling my hips as sexily as possible.

"Well, I'll be back here at the same time on Thursday." The fat man sniggered, "If you want to come back with some stockings on."

"Maybe I will!" I winked at Owen and Martin as I drained my coffee and walked back to my car still wiggling my hips for the lorry drivers' amusement.

As I opened the car door I could feel their eyes burning into my back. Without a second thought I quickly lifted my skirt and gave them another flash of my baby blue thong.

I could hardly sleep on the Wednesday evening for thinking about Owen, Martin and Big Vid being at the truck-stop waiting to see if I would turn up wearing stockings for them.

I'd already bought two new pairs especially for the occasion and some new sexy see through matching underwear. I masturbated twice to get to sleep then woke up as Gina was noisily leaving the flat. I'd woke up feeling especially mischievous and just as horny as when I'd gone to bed.

I picked up my robe and instantly discarded it; deciding to go commando around the flat. As usual Gina had opened all of the curtains so if anyone looked in...Well... They would get a real eyeful...wouldn't they? Thankfully it's a third floor flat...but you never know who's watching do you?

It felt amazingly decadent and erotic as I wandered around completely naked....deliberately walking in front of the windows in both the kitchen and the living-room to make sure that the weather was as windy as I'd hoped. It was nice and sunny but windy enough to make the trees sway. Terrific.

After coffee, cereal and toast I showered....a long lingering hot soapy shower...paying great attention to my boobs and between my legs. I had no idea what would or indeed could happen if I went back to the lay-by....maybe Owen, Martin and Big Vid would be there...but then again maybe not. Perhaps I would 'chicken out' and not actually go; but for now -- it was something worth preparing for inasmuch as I neatly trimmed and shaped my pubes. A girl has to look her best....even if it is for fat dirty old men.