It was always and only about Alya. Other people came increasingly into the equation, but in truth, I had no attraction to them. My desire was solely for Alya, specifically in finding ways for her to experience her sexuality in the wildest and most public ways. It was the exhibition of her wanton sexuality that so turned me on.
Though I can no longer recall how it started, playing games whilst driving on the motorway featured early. A moving car offered the opportunity for her to display her sex to people whom she’d never met and would never meet again. It took considerable cajoling to draw her into this play but after a time it took on a life of its own. I knew we’d made a breakthrough when we stopped the car at a service station with the official objective of getting a coffee. We’d been driving up the motorway through dense traffic. She was in the passenger seat, short skirt lifted to her waist, legs parted and a medium-sized battery vibrator teasing her clitoris and squeezing between her inflamed lips. My planning was the opposite of all other drivers: I’d seek out roads with heavy freight and high congestion. That’d mean I could drift slowly alongside the cabins of tall trucks, offering the chance for the driver to glance down and watch her frigging her smooth pussy. She wore dark sunglasses and lowered the seat back. As we passed or hung alongside, her body would tense, the shyness of her exposure competing with the hot thrill of being so close to orgasm.
On this day, we had been on the road for over an hour as we approached the service station. Alya’s pussy was hot and wet, the thick dark lips framing her open cunt. My cock was stiff and straining at my trousers, a wet leak showing through the fabric.
“What you doing?” she asked as I swung the car into a parking place far from the cafe entrance. I explained that I needed a coffee and also I needed to see if the breeze was sufficient to lift her short skirt as she walked across the car park. “Fine,” she said, and turned to open the passenger door. Just at that moment, two men also walking across the car park drew level with her door. I expected her to delay her exit until they passed. What she did was open the door fully, put one foot out of the car and allow her legs to spread wide, showing them the hot wetness of her cunt. I clocked their shocked faces as she momentarily paused in her movements, their incredulity broken by huge astonished smiles as they walked on. Then the shyness broke back through to Alya, the knowing of what she had done. I reached over and kissed her mouth, put my hand between her legs and felt her orgasm.
2.
For some time, the desire to drive slowly past high wagons with Alya, legs spread and masturbating, became overwhelming. I found myself glued to traffic reports, searching for road works on motorways, peak times when I knew there’d be plenty of heavy freight vehicles crawling at 10 mph in the slow lane. I’d read car reviews, searching for vehicles with the best visibility: bigger windows meant a better show for truckers. I’d hire those cars and adjust the seat until I was happy that her body would be perfectly framed.
One time, we had been driving along a particularly congested section, pulling off at a junction only to go back to the beginning of a particularly crowded stretch. I had persuaded her to wear black stockings which stopped as hold-ups mid-way up her thighs. Alya didn’t find them comfortable but they sent a clear message to the drivers looking down from their cabin: ‘This is my cunt and I want you to look at it.’ She had replaced her sunglasses with the kind of blindfold people wear on sunbeds and was reliant on me to tell her what was going on. In her hand, she had a rabbit vibrator which she’d been pushing in and out of her pussy for some time. She was very keen to come but I was begging her to hold on.
We pulled off the slip road to turn back on ourselves through the traffic, me squeezing my hard cock, her pushing the vibrating ears onto her clitoris, lying back, blindfold, stockinged legs spread. Ahead of us was a roundabout controlled by traffic lights showing red.
As I slowed and stopped, a young man with a bucket and a squeegee stepped in front of the car and threw soapy water all over the windscreen. Taking out his squeegee, he began to clean the soapy water off the screen; as he did so, the view from the passenger seat registered on his face. He moved to the passenger window; this was the routine, but I doubt he’d ever had such a view before. His shocked face was cleaning suds off a window two feet away from Alya’s spread pussy. His timings would have been impeccable, his washing synchronised with the lights to give him time to return to the driver’s side and collect some money.
Today, he appeared frozen in his tracks. Alya asked me what was going on and I explained. She looked shocked but didn’t stop; in fact, she lifted the rabbit away from her before plunging the whole length into herself. Her body started writhing on the seat, her pelvis lifting upwards as she started to orgasm. At that moment, the lights turned to green, the car behind hooted and, with a stroke of genius, the squeegee merchant threw another sponge full of soapy water on the screen. This job would take two cycles.