Lot Lizard

Then it dawned on me, people on TV always talked about lot lizards, so surely they were a real thing. We had a busy truck stop in town right next to the interstate. The sleeper lot out back would be filled with trucks and potentially horny long haul truck drivers for several more hours. I wondered how much a handjob was worth to one of those guys.

I ran upstairs to the bedroom and quickly dug through Susan's clothes for something sexy. I slid on a black thong, then a black, form fitting skirt that was about two sizes too small for her. Finally I pulled on a white button-up blouse, without a bra, that almost left my boobs visible but not quite.

I checked my reflection and was surprised by how slutty Susan looked.

I grabbed my wallet and keys, and drove out to the truck stop. I parked out in the rear of the back lot, away from local traffic and people who might notice Susan. I hid my wallet, keys and phone under the seat, keeping just the door key so I could get back into the car, and stepped out onto the asphalt.

I had no idea how this worked. Was there a secret signal from guys who were looking for girls? Did I just go up to trucks and knock on the door? How exactly did one work the truck stop parking lot.

It was about then that I noticed a driver sitting behind the wheel of a nearby truck staring at me. I waved to him and he nodded back. Seemed like a signal to me. I quickly made my way over to him, pulled myself up on the cab and looked in through his open driver's side window.