A Trucker’s Story Of Extreme Edging and Orgasm Delay

My name is Chester and this is my story of extreme edging and orgasm delay. I’m a trucker by trade and mostly drive the western states.  Been doing it for fifteen years. Good or bad, in the meantime, I’ve got lots of horny time on my hands, bumping along the interstate.

And to be honest, I don’t have much trouble meeting ladies when I’m traveling my regular stretch of highway. But an unscheduled stop at a rest area I generally pass by changed my life forever. Her name was Sierra, and she brought me, and my dick, to the edge.

Two months ago, I turned off into that rest stop to take a leak and change my jeans after a near accident with some idiot on the highway caused my cup of coffee to spill in my lap. I ended up parking right next to a taco truck in the lot, mostly because I was hungry, but partly ’cause the red-headed woman smiling and taking orders was hot as hell.

Call Me In Ten Minutes

I got out of my truck and went to change my clothes and relieve myself. When I came back I made a point of making eye contact with the hottie. She smiled back. I straight up saw her titty nipples pop out against her sweater as I walked up to place my order. She not only handed me the tacos, she handed me a slip of paper with her name, Sierra, and her cell phone number.

“Call me in ten minutes,” she whispered.  And to be sure, after I’d wolfed down those tacos, I gave her a call.

She Grabbed My Dick, Just Like That!

She told me to meet her twenty miles west, in a tiny little town called Congress, at midnight. That was the direction I was headed anyway, so I said I would and rolled my rig down the road toward what would be the hottest night of sex in my life.

Finally, it was  midnight. No sign of Sierra. I gave it five more minutes and had started up my rig when lights flashing, Sierra’s car bounced into the parking lot. I reached across the cab and opened the door. Sierra jumped right in.

“Drive,” she told me.

We were quiet for the first couple miles. Not even the radio. Then she grabbed my dick, just like that. I nearly drove us off the road! She started playing with it through my pants, rubbing it up and down, stroking it. And then she stopped.

“Pull over,” Sierra instructed. And like the about-to-get-a-blow-job guy I was, I did.

I parked us clear off the side of the road with nothing but night crickets and sparkly little stars to keep us company. She unzipped my pants, pulled out my cock, man I was ready to shoot my cum all over her face right then and there— and then she pulled out a timer. That is, a friggin’ digital-timer! Man, this whore was efficient. She put the timer on my dashboard.

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“Now I want you to stroke yourself, slow and hard, for 30 seconds,” she said. Shit, this woman is crazy, I thought. And then she lifted her skirt and pulled down her panties. I could see her wet pussy glisten in the moonlight. She touched her finger on her clit. “I’m going to do the same thing and you can watch.”

We both leaned back, and got at it. Sierra fingering the shaft of her clit so I could see, together with me stroking my cock as slow as I could till the timer binged and Sierra said for us to stop. At this point, my dick was so hard it stood at attention like a horny flagpole.

I reached for her pussy. But, she pushed me away. “Wait,” she said. That’s when she explained we were “peaking” with extreme edging.

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