Chapter 2

This (as obvious from the title) is the second part of the story. It’s not full of a lot of sex action (except right at the beginning) but it sets up the 3rd part. I promise, our heroes will find more excitement than they were looking for.

For the second time that day they made love with hunger and passion, but this time was different.

Kenneth pushed her onto the bed and peeled her panties down her legs.

He pushed her up to the top of the bed and pulled her hands up over her head.

Taking his tie, the bound her wrists to the slats in the headboard.

He put his hands at her waist and slid them up, pushing her camisole as he went. Then he pulled it up until it was covering her face, acting like a blindfold, exposing her mouth.

Grabbing his cell phone, he snapped a couple of quick pictures.

Barbara was always self conscious about her small breasts so Kenneth didn’t usually focus too much attention to them. Not tonight though.

He mauled them, his hand completely encasing them as he squeezed and pulled on them

He bit and sucked on her erect nipples, pulling on them with his teeth until she gasped in pleasure/pain.

He snapped a few more pictures.

He stood and finished undressing, the whole time talking to her about how hot she looked flashing her panties and tits at the truck driver.

Normally he didn’t use words like “tits”. They didn’t use clinical terms when talking about body parts but “boobs” was about as risqué as they got.

It was always butt, not ass. Penis or dick but never cock and forget calling her vagina a cunt. It was “down there” or if she wanted to talk dirty, “pussy” but that was a special occasion (birthdays and anniversary) word, not something for everyday use.

Him talking about her “tits’ though, excited her, made her feel naughty and excited.

Climbing back onto the bed, he slid up between her legs, kissing the inside of her thighs as he went.

Oral sex wasn’t an everyday occurrence in their sex life but tonight she wanted to feel his lips on her, his tongue inside of her.

Kenneth didn’t disappoint. He gently kissed her around her pussy while occasionally flicking his tongue across her clit

He flattened out his tongue and for the first time since they’d known each other, slid two fingers inside of her.

She gasped. She was already on the edge but when he put his fingers in her at the same time he was sucking on her clitoris, it was like she stepped off into the abyss.

She came. She came hard!

“Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! Take me, Please!” She pleaded.

He looked up from between her legs and said “Take you? I don’t think so. I want you to say it. Tell me what you want”

“Please!” she begged ‘Make love to me!”

“Nope. That’s not it. Tell me what you really want”.

“Fu-Fu-Fuck me! Please fuck me! I need you to fuck me like never before!”

In over ten years, he had never heard her utter the word “fuck”. It made his dick even harder.

He worked his way up her body until his cock was right at her entrance. “Say Pussy. Say fuck my pussy!” He rasped into her ear.

“Fuck my pussy! Fuck my pussy with your hard cock!”

That was all he needed. He slid his cock into her at the same time he kissed her, forcing his tongue into her mouth.

She came again, not even noticing the taste of herself on his tongue and lips.

When he finished, he collapsed on top of her.

She eventually got enough control of her breathing to ask him to untie her wrists.

He said ok but took a couple more pictures of her before he pulled her camisole down under her chin.

He was straddling her midsection when she looked up and saw him with his phone in his hand.

“What are you doing with that” she asked.

He held it up and took another picture of her laying there but this one showed her face.

“Oh My God! Stop! No more pictures! What if someone sees them?”

“Don’t worry” he told her has he reached up to untie her wrists from the headboard “We’ll delete them in the morning after we look at them. I was a little too occupied to enjoy the view.”

Kenneth got up, went to the bathroom, turned on the water and let it run until it got warm. He then got a washcloth. soaked it in the warm water and took it back to the bedroom where he gently wiped down her sweaty body.

She took the washcloth from his hands and pressed it between her legs.

“You’d better let me do that or we’ll just end up getting sweaty again” she said with a grin.

He took the cloth back to the bathroom and rinsed it out. When he returned to the bedroom she was on her side, sound asleep.

He covered her with the comforter and crawled in next to her. He was asleep in seconds but had wonderful dreams.

That’s how it went for a while.

3 or 4 times a month based on their schedules they’d take a ride, usually a couple of counties away. Barbara would flash her panties and wear a low cut top.

She even went to the mall and picked up a couple of push-up bras. She didn’t have enough to show actual “cleavage” but in the right top, she could at least show the top of her breasts if she bent down or wore a deep enough V-neck shirt.

Each time, the last thing she did before they called it quits for the night was flash her tits at a trucker.

Then they’d go home and have passionate sex.

After a couple of months, Kenneth started hearing stories through the rumor mill that the truckers were talking about a mystery flasher.

The next time he was visiting his parents, he went out to garage and dug around until he found the old CB radio that his father had.

It was a base unit from back when CB radios were all the rage (way before cell phones)

After rigging up an antenna they were able to listen when they got home from one of their adventures and hear what the truckers were saying.

With modern technology available, not many of the over the road drivers were using CB’s anymore but there were some and sure enough, they were talking.

They gave her, her own handle “The 126 Flasher”. Exit 126 on the interstate being the one they always pulled off on after flashing.

Barbara found it exciting that these strange men were talking about her

One night, Kenneth came out of the bathroom and caught her talking to one of the drivers on the CB.

“How do I know it was you I saw last week?” The driver asked “You could be someone pretending”

She gave a general description of herself (auburn hair, small chested) the color of the car and approximately what time it happened.

Kenneth rushed over and took the mic from her. “You have to be carful Honey! I seem to remember my dad saying that the authorities could track the signals of these things. We can listen but let me check before you talk on it again.”

The next week he bought a new smart phone, one commonly referred to as a “Throw Away” and told her that he’d found an app on-line that let you use your phone like a CB radio.

“We can take it with us when we go out. You can talk to the truck drivers passing through the area. Talk dirty to them if you want.”

Things were going great for the next couple of months. They’d head out onto the interstate sometimes traveling 75 miles or more. Stopping at gas stations (whether they needed gas or not) or going through fast food restaurants drive-through windows.

They always made sure not to return to the same place too often so as to not attract the attention of local authorities.

One night he laid out an outfit for her.

It was a black button down blouse, push up bra, and white panties. The last item was a black skirt that was so short it barely came to mid-thigh.

“What’s all this?” She asked.

“Well, I figured the white panties would contrast nicely against the black skirt and would be easier to see in a bar.”

“A bar?”

“Yeah. It’s getting to be late fall and a little too cool to be driving around in a convertible with the top down. I was thinking we could find a bar somewhere and you could sit in one of those high bar stools and maybe some of the guys might catch a peek up your skirt.”

“And the top?”

“Oh! That’s simple, put it on and I’ll show you.”

She slipped out of her t-shirt and put on the push-up bra and blouse.

He reached over and unbuttoned it until it was right at the spot were the band on the bra that connected the two cups would be.

“Now lean over like you’re shooting pool or talking to someone who’s sitting at a table.”

She leaned over and put her elbows on the bed and he went around to the other side and took a couple of pictures.

When he showed them to her, she could clearly see down the front of the blouse to her bra which was displaying the tops of her apple sized breasts.

“I don’t know why any guy would want to look down my shirt” she said “It’s not like there’s much to see.”

“Don’t fool yourself sweetie, guys like to see tits. Big, small. It doesn’t matter. If they’re tits they’re not supposed to be seeing it’s even better.”

The next few months were very exciting for them.

They’d find different bars to go to. Usually big clubs with high tech sound systems and lit dance floors. Occasionally they might hit a chain sports bar, usually found in strip malls or in mall parking lots.

The articles of clothing varied but the style was pretty consistent. Low cut tops and very short skirts.

She’d sit up on a high bar stool and face the dance floor giving anyone who happened to look from the right angle, a view of her panties.

Sometimes she’d “drop” something and bend over from the waist to pick it up.

That gave people a look up her skirt or down her top depending on where they were looking from.

If the bar had a pool table she’d play a few games which also offered unobstructed views of her assets.

Sometimes, if she’d had a couple of drinks she’d leave her bra at home and give the lookers a real show.

She didn’t do it too often though. Lifting your shirt and showing your bare breasts in the relative safety of a car was different than flashing strange men up close and personal in a bar or club.