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and really started a show.
    She knelt on the seat with her beautiful ass up in the air and proceeded to give me head. The guy in the van started jerking off, and when he turned off at his exit he was wiping off his steering wheel with his handkerchief.
    Robin stayed completely naked for the rest of the trip, covering up only for tollbooths. This was the beginning of a new sex game for us. We stayed until Monday and started back home around noon. When we left the motel, Robin wore only a low-cut sundress and a pair of sandals. I knew this was going to be fun.
    On the way home, Robin wanted to stop at a shop to browse. I was hoping she would flash someone and was disappointed when she didn’t. But she more than made up for it on the highway. She must have performed for fifty drivers. The drivers were happy, I was in a constant state of arousal and my baby was hotter than a firecracker.
    Prior to our Labor Day vacation, I bought a CB radio so we could listen to the truckers’ comments. Boy, were those guys hot for Robin, This time, when we started from home, she was wearing only a long T-shirt. She got naked as soon as we hit the freeway. The drivers called her “Naked Lady,” but she got on the CB and gave herself the handle “Wild Thing.” She talked to quite a few drivers and asked if they liked the show. They said they loved it and that she’d made their day.
    We play this game every chance we get and plan to continue for a long time. I’ve suggested she ask one of the drivers to pull into a rest stop to fondle her breasts, but she’s reluctant. I’ll keep you posted.—
    Name and address withheld

COMMUNING WITH NATURE
    Last summer, my husband and I had very little time together, but we did have one very special encounter. I had bought some new underthings while I was working away from home—a strapless red corset that barely covered my nipples and matching red panties. When he had a chance to come visit me for a weekend, I put these things on with a silk shirt and skirt before we went off to run a few errands.
    We drove to the next town, about seventeen miles south through the Adirondacks, right next to a state park. We returned some library books just as the library was closing for the evening, and I stopped in the restroom to take off my panties. I was very excited just thinking about the evening I had planned for my husband. We were working three hundred miles apart and hadn’t seen each other in several weeks. I was already wet just thinking about the next few hours.
    Every time I moved, the cool silk rubbed against my breasts; it’s the sexiest feeling I get from clothing, and it sends chills down my spine. We bought some wine, cheese and fruit and headed to a nearby lake to watch the sunset.
    We sat on a huge rock by the shore, and it began to cool off as the sun went down. The cool breeze made my nipples erect and cooled off my overheated pussy. As it started to get dark, my husband rubbed the silk against my breast—he knows how much that turns me on—then he reached inside my shirt. He teased my nipples through the flimsy lace of the bra.
    I lay back on the rock, which was still warm from the day’s sun, and opened my shirt. My husband started to suck on my hard nipples through the lace. I spread my legs, and the breeze caressed my thighs and my hot clit, sending wonderfully erotic feelings through me.
    My husband pulled my nipples free of their lace cover and sucked them harder. He stopped and let the breeze blow over them, then he rubbed them ever so gently with the silk. I rubbed my hand over his rock-hard cock and suggested we go home to have more fun. The park was a little too public and the full moon shining on us would not leave much to the imagination of anyone else who came there that night. He agreed, but asked me to leave my nipples free of the bra, poking through the silk shirt as we walked down the street to our car. I was happy to accommodate him. I also left some of the buttons open