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the vents flowing across her wet folds and taut nipples. He saw her finger the towel he had placed beneath her, but she said nothing, didn’t protest, didn’t squirm, or he would have stopped his plan immediately. Jamison pulled from behind the semi he was following and cruised to a stop beside the truck at the red light. Ivone closed her eyes, only to pop them open when Jamison leaned way over and stroked one nipple, then the other. He didn’t have time to decipher the look in her eyes, but he could smell her arousal, and that clued him in. Ivone liked the hint of danger of exposure and the thrill of exhibitionism. The light changed and the semi groaned up through the gears. Jamison matched his speed, ignoring the traffic, and then slowed right down to fall in behind.
    “Sir?” Ivone asked.
    Jamison ignored her, knowing it would increase her anticipation. There was no hint of worry or anxiety in her voice, merely curiosity, and she was still relaxed, not afraid. His cock was so hard that his leathers creaked. The bridge was coming up and there was often a long wait there. He knew the driver of that truck had been looking. The meet and greet had told him that Ivone was fine with her body and comfortable with others watching a scene with her as the star. He felt, rather than saw, her tense with anticipation as the truck slowed and Jamison swung around it to pull up at the bridge. The wait time was seven minutes.
    Jamison could smell Ivone’s increasing arousal. It filled the cab, attracting his cock like a bee to nectar. Good deal. Her original idea of no safe word was going to be tested severely starting right now. He knew the truck driver was male. He had seen the man’s face looking back at him in the side mirror after the first stop. He now had an unknown, silent partner, and Ivone was going to be their mutual entertainment. Jamison now could feel her excitement, and his hard-on was still straining at his leathers. He could have sex twice a day in a good week, although he didn’t often have the luxury of a bedmate, and Ivone was promising to up that average. He shoved the stick in neutral and engaged the emergency brake. Seven minutes would be plenty, and the enraged honks behind him would signal time. He slipped off his seat belt and shoved the steering wheel up to allow for some maneuverability. Ivone was nicely displayed and she hadn’t moved a muscle.
    He began by rolling and pulling her nipples, being careful not to make the already tormented nubs sorer, but hoping the other man was getting an eyeful. He leaned closer to Ivone.
    “Tilt the seat up more.” He smiled when her little hand unquestioningly slipped down to do his bidding. Now she was nearly prone, her hips higher than her head and her legs spread wide. She really wanted this, and exhibitionism obviously wasn’t a hard boundary.
    Jamison pulled her folds apart with one hand, framing her clit and opening. He wished he could show the driver her nice little asshole too, but aside from making her push her buttocks against the window, he didn’t know how to manage it in the time they had left. He wanted everyone to have a fleeting glance at this sexy, gorgeous woman but he wouldn’t put her at risk. Five minutes. Shit . Not wanting to block the view with his other hand, Jamison took the small anal wand he had placed in his pocket after the little discussion about the safe word. He ran it over Ivone’s folds, watching in satisfaction as she writhed against it. He began to fuck her with it in short, swift strokes, holding her wide open, seeing her moisture glisten in the light from the glove box. He glanced at the sign. Two minutes. No time. He pulled the wand out and slid it down her perineum and then into her puckered opening, knowing that the semi driver would understand where it had gone. Ivone cried out in passion. He then pushed his middle finger up her pussy and pressed her clit at the same time. Ivone arched and came, without permission, her