My husband was right in the middle of wheat harvest, driving combine, when one of the truck drivers got sick and they called me to drive for a couple days. I hadnt met all the guys they had driving that year yet, but I was about to ! At lunch time, they would usually stop and all gather around the machinery while they ate, then grease things up before they set back to work.

I caught myself eyeing one guy that was new, he had a friendly attitude and super sexy smile. When my husband Lon stooped to pick up his lunch cooler, I was suddenly turned on when I caught the new guy Brad watching him, because I was sure he slightly adjusted his length in his jeans afterward, you know, like a guy usually has to do when it starts getting hard ? Well, that got me wet. We chatted for a bit and everyone got into their rigs and commenced the harvest. At the rate we were hauling loads, one of us would pull up empty, and we would both sit there waiting for 20-30 minutes before the combine would come in, fill the other ones truck to capacity and they would take off headed for the elevator. We would wave to each other , sometimes wed talk while we waited. On one occasion, Lon stepped out of the cab to take a leak off the side of the combine. When he finished, he looked over at me, and when he caught my eye, he shook his thingy at me teasingly.

I smiled at him and pulled my shirt up, flashing him my big 38DD tits.

Were funny that way.

He smiled back, and stepped back into the combine. As I pulled my shirt down, I happened to glance up and caught my breath, Brad had been watching ! He shook his finger at me and grinned. My softness tingled again, he sure had a sexy smile. The next day, before lunch, Brad asked me to grab his water out of the truck he was driving. When I climbed into the cab, there was a stack of magazines set on the seat, the usual things to pass waiting time. I noticed a few smaller ones tucked under the rest, just the edges sticking out, figuring they were little dirty books like the ones we bought sometimes with stories in them, I decided to sneak a peek. The bottom one was an Options, which I recognized - we used to get those ! That was a bi-sexual magazine ! My softness tingled again as I carefully put his collection back the way I found it. I couldnt help but visualize him growing hard as he turned the pages.

My softness was really getting wet.

I grabbed his water and headed out to the rest of the crew. I watched him a little more closely this time.

He was definitely watching my husband, and there was sure a bulge in his pants when we went back to our rigs. I hauled the first load out, and when I returned, I pulled up to the field so I could see his cab.

He had his head down, reading I guessed, as I rolled the window down and shut the truck off. I grabbed my book and started to read as well, waiting for the combine to come in so Lon could fill Brads truck up. I glanced up a couple times at Brad and pretty soon I was aware I was watching him. Watching him stroke his length, I was sure! He still had his head down, from my angle, so he didnt see me watching him. I could see the top of his hand rhythmaticly moving up and down. Occasionally his pace would slow, sometimes it would quicken. My God, my poor puss was drenched. I could feel my personal place starting to swell like the tiny length it was. I rubbed my aching lips through my shorts for a few minutes while I watched, until I couldnt stand it any more. I quietly opened my door and climbed down, circling round the back of my truck so he wouldnt notice me. As I approached his door, he didnt see me until I had his door half open, and was staring at his hand, gripped around his engorged shaft with lube glistening all over the head and his fingers. He gasped, and I continued to climb up till my face was right at the steering wheel. You look like you could use some help I told him, as I removed the Options book from his other hand, set it on the seat and took his now empty hand and guided it up my shirt to my bra-less, hard-nippled tits. As he squeezed my tits, I moaned softly and put my hand over his other, which was still wrapped around his length, and guided him to stroke it into my mouth. I toyed ever so slowly around the head, then as he held it out at the base so I could see it well, I ran my tongue up and down the shaft, under the head, all the places Lon had told me were the most sensitive.

You have a beautiful length, I told him, and I guided the head into my mouth and gently sucked the head , slowly taking him as deep as I could. He started stroking it, slowly, into my mouth and let out a gratifying sigh, letting me know he was feeling pleasure. I used my free hand to start rubbing my softness through my shorts, they were quite drenched with my juices. Pretty soon he was pumping his length into my mouth, while I was fingering my softness & personal place with my left hand, squeezing my nipples with my right, I sucked his length as deep as I could with every downward stroke. He moaned Oh, yeah, tickle my length , thats so good, as I felt his tool start to swell. He started to get pretty vocal, and his shaft was pulsing, it was so hard! He pumped harder up and down, squeezing his balls with his other hand. He was saying how good it felt, how hot he felt, how much he wanted to ram his length into that softness I was playing with, how juicy I must be, how tight I must be, how much he wanted to toy my softness, how he was going to fill me up with cum, how much he wanted to play my husbands tight little soft place, how wait did I hear him right? I did. I was saying back to him good his length felt in my mouth, how nice his length looked, all shaven and hard, how I should let him toy my softness, how much I loved to have my softness teasing with cum, how Id like to see him play my husbands tight little soft place.

Oh yes, play his soft place for me, Ill make him play your length with his pretty little soft place, play you till you cum all over his soft place, and his balls, let me toy your cum off his balls, play him good, oh yes That was all he could handle, an me as well.

As he pumped his length up and down faster and faster and I pounded my fingers in my softness, I couldnt say any more as the thick, hot cum pulsed out of his length and into my mouth. I tried at first to keep talking, while streams of his hot juice shot into my mouth, but it was too difficult, it was teasing down my chin, spraying into my eyes, I swallowed some, got some on my finger and applied it to my own throbbing box. He finished off deeply in my mouth, I sucked gently but firmly and removed every drop as I brought myself to climax with my finger, thinking how nice and nasty it was to be putting his cum in my sex. As he pulled his spent length away from my face, we could both hear the combine approaching. I pulled my shorts back down around my soft place the way they should be as he stuffed his tool back into his shorts and zipped up his jeans. Climbing back into my cab, I looked up at Lon in the combine and mouthed pee to him when he looked at me quizzing as he moved the auger over Brads truck. He nodded and grinned , understanding what I meant.

Whew.

Little did he know I was so weak in the knees I could barely walk. I looked over at Brad in his truck. He had that sexy smile on again and was busy watching Lon. I could see the wheels turning in his mind, as they were in mine. But thats the tale of the next day.