PICKUP TRUCK SEX

Pickup Truck Sex – There’s Just Something Men Like About A Pickup Woman

Having pickup truck sex with one of my high school boyfriends was one of my inaugural sexual experiences. I love driving. And I definitely love to fuck. Car sex is so much fun, and since I grew up in the country I find pickup trucks sexy as hell. Do you ever feel like you’re not sure if you want to fuck someone or BE them? Maybe sometimes it’s both. It certainly is for me. And I can’t “get it up” consistently if I don’t admire someone. Sure, you could call it “coveting,” but since I was just a teenage hussy pickup trucks have always had a special allure for me.

As I scrolled hours (then MONTHS) through various search engine results, I told myself it’d all be worth it once I was having pickup truck sex again. So, yesterday, I finally made my way over to yet another dealership to “shop around.” It was a beautiful day and I happened to arrive at the “magic hour,” i.e. the hour right before the sun goes down when natural light is especially magical. And there she was: the new pickup trucks of my wet dreams and wildest fantasies.  The “Barcelona Red” paint glistened as if I was already in a car commercial. It was love at first sight.

Sometimes you know something is going to happen before it actually happens.

Have you ever been going about your daily/”real” life and had a strong sense of not quite deja vu, but something like it? It’s not a tedious familiarity or a “glitch in the matrix.” It’s more like realizing as “it” actually happens you’ve already had some subconscious premonition. This is how I felt about finding my new red pickup truck. And this is also how I felt about what happened next.

Inside the dealership was crowded. Apparently, lots of people want to buy a car mid-Saturday afternoon. Even though I tend to have a large, hard-to-ignore presence, it took a while for one of the salespeople to “attend” to me.

“Have you been helped?” was only a few sentences away from our hot pickup truck sex fuck session.

He was young, MAYBE all of twenty-two years old. And he was cute, too. He looked like he’d stepped off one of the pages of (again, a very young and precocious) GQ magazine. He kind of reminded me of my cousin who used to be in a fraternity. Does that make me a pervert? I could tell I made him nervous. The way I look and act makes most men weak. And again, he was much more of a boy than a man. But not for long. And certainly not on my watch.

I wanted to blow his mind and corrupt him almost as much as I wanted to buy my new truck. Naturally, I decided I was going to do both. Maybe other people can’t “have their cake and eat it too,” but I’ve never had that problem. I told this innocent, well-intentioned cute young boy I was ready to test drive it.

“You want to ride with?” I asked him with a sly grin.

By this point I’d decided for sure I was about to show him the joy of pickup truck sex. And, of course, refresh my own memory. I almost laughed watching how hard he blushed before stammering out a yes.

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