Trucker Woman (Part 2)
Dima watched the receding van of Bayba, which glowed with four red lights at the corners of the vehicle, disappear over the horizon in the twilight of the road flanked on both sides by groves mostly of birch and fir trees. The twilight was rapidly advancing, and it was already quite dark outside.
Dima really wanted to run after that beautiful vehicle in which he had just performed his first cunnilingus on such a beautiful beauty, the likes of which he had never seen in real life, only on TV screens or his computer monitor while watching mostly porn. But even those beauties were no match for Bayba, his beloved Bayba. And then
Dima caught himself thinking that he didn't even know the name of this unearthly beauty who drove such a rich and stately house on wheels, where he had felt so warm and cozy. He understood he had her phone number, but that was it; he hadn't even asked her name, and she hadn't offered it.Dima took out his phone, hastily found the incoming call from an unknown number, and saved her as "Driver"—just like that, dryly, so that no one could ask him any questions in case a text message came from her and he couldn't control or hide it from prying eyes. Outside, it was already twilight, and everything was getting darker and darker before his eyes. The rain continued to drizzle, creating a not entirely cozy atmosphere of chilliness. However, the excitement in his pants didn't allow Dima to feel this minor discomfort and continue home. After looking around and not noticing anyone, he stepped into the grove.
Going a little deeper, Dima, slightly lifting his sweatshirt, hurriedly unbuckled his belt, then the button, and then the zipper. Pulling out his already long-standing erection and lowering his pants, spreading the fly apart while holding his balls with his left hand, he began to jerk off with his right hand, gripping it with his fingers and palm.
His memory immediately flashed back to his awkward (as he thought) movements after he kissed Bayba between her legs, or more precisely, first he kissed the inner part of her thigh and almost immediately felt an approving stroke of her hand on his head and Bayba's leg.
Oh, what beautiful legs Bayba had! They immediately spread wider, slightly stretching the very short fabric shorts that barely covered the black lace panties, clearly digging into her pussy and highlighting it with two plump mounds on the sides.
Dima, understanding he was allowed to proceed further, grabbed the edge of the shorts and panties simultaneously with his index and middle fingers and pulled them aside, or more precisely, towards himself. At that moment, Bayba's pelvis lifted, releasing the tension on the shorts and lovely panties, so they were easily pulled aside by Dima, exposing the wonderful vulva of this fiery beauty. Her pussy was shaved but had a slight stubble, which only added to the beauty of her crotch. Her not very large, slightly drooping labia were stuck together and even seemed somewhat folded, as if neatly tucked away until needed.
Below, a small indentation and the entrance to the vagina itself were visible, and there—well, what was below Dima didn't get a good look at, but he understood there was an amazing hole called the anus, which made Dima feel a certain thrill from such proximity to such a treasure belonging to this completely unfamiliar, beautiful truck driver.
The vulva emitted a slight smell of urine and the pungent aroma of genital sweat. This was the smell of an unwashed pussy and only attracted him, exciting his taste buds, causing Dima to salivate. How a real washed or unwashed pussy smelled, Dima couldn't know, as he was seeing one in reality for the first time.
Dima, without closing his eyes, stuck out his tongue and ran the tip from right to left, separating one labia from the other. With his taste buds, Dima felt the bitter-salty and slightly sour taste of Bayba's vulva, which immediately made his cock hard in his pants, causing some discomfort, but that was secondary. With his other hand, as shown in porn where he mentally learned to fuck and lick girls and women, he inserted his little index finger into Bayba's very vulva, causing her to let out a quiet moan. She slightly pressed Dima's head to her pussy and began to slowly rock against his tongue and sliding finger.
As shown in porn, he simply licked slightly above his finger, where the clitoris should be—that coveted little pea hidden, like the glans in guys, by a hood from direct stimulation, hundreds of times more sensitive than the head of a penis, and which should never be immediately exposed and licked, as stated in the cunnilingus instructions he had studied, watching at home on his computer evenings, nights, and days, trying to learn the unknown sciences of caress and be the best. And now he had been given a chance to demonstrate it!
Dima caught himself thinking that he had quite briskly decided on cunnilingus in this beautiful vehicle for an amazing Truck Driver, who, however, as Dima thought, frankly offered him to eat her out as payment for the ride. His finger slid in Bayba's vulva, feeling how wet she was and how aroused she was, forming a small puddle on the driver's seat, dripping down his hand, and even trickling a thin stream into his shirt sleeve. Saliva also flowed from Dima, lubricating the still-hidden clitoris under its hood, giving his tongue better glide from right to left. At some point, Bayba held her breath and stopped breathing altogether, tensing her stomach muscles, then convulsively twitched and, letting out a soft moan, began breathing rapidly, gripping his hair in a clump with her fingers but not pressing his head into her crotch. And Dima, as the instructions said, did not continue to lick and stimulate the orgasming vagina, which began to contract and relax, the clitoris pulsating still hidden under the leather hood. The entire perineum, from top to bottom, glistened with saliva and lubrication.
Dima felt the vaginal muscles squeezing, embracing his still-inserted finger from absolutely all sides. He didn't know what to do and simply froze, not moving it at all, and began kissing her thigh, leaving slobbery marks on it. When Bayba released his head, unclenching her fingers, he pulled his finger out of the now-limp vulva, stopped kissing her leg, and straightened up. Bayba still sat lewdly in her driver's seat, legs spread but now slightly closed at the knees, head thrown back, continuing to breathe heavily with her mouth open.
From these fleeting memories, Dima needed very few strokes, and he ejaculated a powerful stream of semen into the emptiness of the forest, bracing himself with his left hand against a birch tree, then another and another, he shot from his penis while continuing to finish himself off.
Feeling weakness in his legs, he squatted down, leaned his cheek against the tree, and continued to breathe sweetly, remembering what had happened to him today and just recently, just moments ago. He was happy, rolling his eyes, Dima smiled at such a turn of fate. However, the excitement began to fade, and Dima's usual state started to return, and with it came shame, fear, and some anxiety. How did this happen? Dima began to dig in his head, what happened? Why did I just up and eat that broad out? No! What broad? She's not a broad! She's a beauty most men dream about! And I didn't just eat her out, I ate her out so well that she liked it and now even thinks I'm her lover!
From these last conclusions, Dima felt warmer and smiled again, remembering her image and her beautiful, slightly brazen, slutty eyes. Oh, how she looked at him when she took the phone in her hands and recorded his number, how she called him her lover! Not some cunt-licker! But a lover! Yes! Dima even felt a bit proud of himself. I definitely pleased her! Otherwise, she wouldn't have called me her lover, and I'm no longer a virgin! Dima thought for a moment, and his logic began to argue with this: after all, by eating her out, he might not have had sex, but oral sex *was* sex! It was, which means he had sex, and a virgin can't have sex and remain a virgin! No, no doubts remained that he was no longer a virgin! With these thoughts, Dima stood up, squeezed his cock with his fist, and stroking from base to head, squeezed out the last drops of semen from the urethra, tucked his member back in, fastened his fly, and began to buckle his belt.
— "What's up, Angelov? Were you licking pussy or something?" — Dima heard a female voice calling him by his last name, coming from somewhere among the trees and bushes in the twilight. His legs gave way and turned to jelly. Horror from these words pierced every corner of his hidden feelings and nerves. Who could it be? A chick! But who? What did she see? Or maybe not her? Maybe them? How many are there? What did they see? Well, what? Everything, obviously! Dima's thoughts raced through his brain's neurons faster than hyper-speed light. If such a question was asked, then they saw everything! Dima remembered that he hadn't even bothered to think that Bayba's vehicle was not far from the path leading from the village to the farm, a path often used by people, and not just people, but residents of his village who all knew him! And now he was busted! Yes, yes! BUSTED! And busted as a pussy-licker who ate out a girl truck driver, or rather a long-haul driver, got out afterwards, and started jerking off! Which means he definitely just licked! And then jerked off to it! How shameful!
Wait — a thought flashed through his head — did they definitely see it was a girl? For sure? Couldn't whoever it was have thought he was sucking off a truck driver, since he personally had never seen a girl driving such a vehicle before? No! Suddenly Dima clearly remembered the question posed to him — "Were you licking pussy or something?" So they definitely saw he was licking, not sucking! Dima cautiously turned towards the direction the voice came from and saw Vika approaching him, her eyes sparkling, smiling.
Vika, a 22-year-old girl from his village, a milkmaid from the farm, a married woman, her husband a tractor driver and a village drunkard and bully:
— "Why are you silent?" — Vika came right up to him — "Have you lost your mind or something? What are you doing? Working the highway or something?" — she continued asking questions and laughed — "Look, they even paid you" — how much do your licking services cost? Huh? Do you know what that's called?
— "I—" Dima stood rooted to the spot, not knowing what to say — "Aunt Vik—" Dima tried to force out — "I—" he guiltily lowered his head.
— "What aunt am I to you?" — Vika laughed — "So, how much do your services cost?" — she looked around as if searching for someone — "Alright, let's go" — she took him by the sleeve — "You'll tell me on the way" — and she looked at him slyly — "Hmm, or are you still working?" — she raised an eyebrow questioningly. Dima shook his head negatively. His consciousness and state were paralyzed; he couldn't speak, think, or move. He just dumbly stared at the ground, opening and closing his mouth like a fish in an aquarium, while glancing fearfully towards where Vika had emerged, afraid someone else might step out of the darkness of the approaching night.