Cyndi Revealed

Cyndi swayed back and forth, partially from all the booze she had drunk and partially from the sense of sexual excitement. She had always been so proper, so correct, so political. The walls were falling down.

Slowly, like a tease, she let the blouse open and then slip from her shoulders. her eyes were fixed on the men who surrounded her. In the dim light of the flashlights she could see they were men use to rough, hard work and. probably, women unlike her. Before now, she would have thought them beneath her; now she was excited by them.

Her fingers found and unclasped her bra. Slowly, she let it slide down her perfect, firm breasts. They still stood up proudly, not a trace of sag to them. Her nipples, pink and tender, were already hard. She noticed one and then two of the men had undone their pants; they were stroking their firm, massive cocks in anticipation.

Cyndi's fingers traced lines over her breasts, tingling her nipples, and moving down her smooth, flat belly. Without taking her eyes off of the truckers, she found and undid the button and zipper on her skirt; it dropped from her hip, down her legs, and rested over her heels. Her panties had been lost in the Mens' Restroom; she stood naked, waiting, excited, anxious. She stepped out of her heels.

The men moved forward as if they were a single body. Hands, hard and rough from physical labor, reached for her smooth, pampered body.