Stuck in Traffic
This story came to me while sitting in a stationary queue of traffic, watching people and kids wandering about.
The stationary traffic in front stretched as far as I could see, even though, from the seat of my truck, I had a better view than the car drivers who were getting out and trying to improve their view by opening the door and standing in the frame.
I turned everything off and switched the tacho to rest and then plugged my kettle in to make a mug of tea. Sirens and flashing blue lights heralded two fire engines, an ambulance and a brace of police cars racing up the hard shoulder, soon followed by the flashing ambers of a couple of wreckers. Hearing the signature tune on my radio I turned it up to listen to the traffic report and learned that I was part of a ten mile queue trapped behind a major accident. Clearly, none of us were going anywhere for a while.
A lot of the cars in front of me only contained a single man, and soon some of them were gathered in little clumps; chatting while talking on their mobile phones. Immediately to my right, I saw a young woman, carrying a small baby, get out of the driving seat and walk round to get back into the passenger seat right below me. I had a clear view, as she unbuttoned her blouse, pulled out a swollen breast and offered the nipple to the baby.
Then the back door opened and a little girl got out; she had medium-length dark hair with an Alice-band to keep it back. I didn’t hear what she said to her mother but from the reply it was obvious that the little girl needed a piss. Eventually, with a quick glance up at me, she walked across the front of my truck and across the hard shoulder onto the grass verge. It was quite wide at that point and she walked as far away as she could, before squatting down beside the hedge to relieve herself. I had a clear view of her through the passenger side window and when she stood up, she stepped out of her knickers and used them to wipe herself before heading back to the car. Although I couldn’t see anything, the thought that she was naked under her skimpy blue summer dress gave me a hard-on.
Confident that no one could see into the cab, I undid my belt, pulled my zip down to free my uncut cock and gave it a few strokes, glancing down to where the woman was still feeding her baby and having an animated conversation with the little girl on the back seat. Then I heard the door slam and the little girl was out on the road again. I looked down at her upturned face. She smiled at me, revealing a cute gap in her teeth and we exchanged hellos. She asked me if I could see what was holding us up, and I said I couldn’t and told her what I had heard on the radio.
In the car, the baby had finished its meal and the mother was rocking her to sleep. Acting on an impulse, I suggested that the girl might like to have a look in my truck, and to my surprise, her mother agreed; I guessed she was happy that she would be entertained for a few minutes. I looked around and then down at my cock. No one else was taking the slightest notice that I could see, so I hurriedly stuffed my cock back in my jeans and zipped myself up.
I opened the door and climbed down onto the road. The little girl just stood there smiling and the mother told her to be good and to do whatever the nice man told her to do. She made as if to climb up the steps but she wasn’t tall enough and turned to me for help. I looked at her mother, who nodded in response to my raised eyebrows, so I turned back and caught hold of the little girl by her skinny waist and lifted her up onto the top. This meant that I was now looking up her skirt at her bare bottom and my cock, which had mostly subsided, immediately responded. I looked at the mother, who must’ve seen me looking, but she had turned her attention back to the baby.
As I climbed up behind her, the little girl got up onto her hands and knees across the driver’s seat, giving me an unobstructed view of her bottom with her labia lips protruding down between her legs. She must have known I was looking but seemed completely unconcerned as she scrambled across to let me get in and shut the door. She stood up on the flat bit in the middle of the cab and looked around. I take pride in my truck and the bed behind the seats was neatly made, with a clean white pillow and a colourful duvet. The second bunk above had various boxes containing my food supply, my cooker and various other things, restrained by net. The passenger seat was empty but there was a cold box on the floor in front of it with my laptop on top of it.
She asked a few questions, like did I really sleep in there and could I play games on the computer and then she wanted to sit on my lap and pretend to drive. Wondering what was going to happen when she felt my stiff cock under her bottom, I slid the seat back to make room and let her climb on. She sat there for a while, holding the steering wheel and making vroom vroom noises; she looked in the mirrors and then down at her mother who gave her a little wave that made her giggle.
As she sat down on my lap, her dress had ridden up, so there was only my jeans between my cock and her bare little pussy. I put one hand down to rest on her bare thigh, wanting to see how she’d react; I felt her tense a little, and then relax. I put my other hand on her other side and with no encouragement from me, she spread her legs apart. I looked out of the window and saw that her mother had reclined the seat, and was now leaning back with the baby on her lap and her eyes shut. Some of the people in front of us had spread a picnic blanket on the grass verge and were sitting around, chatting and drinking. Nobody seemed to be paying any attention to me at all.
I lifted her off and stood her back up in the middle of the cab. She just stood there, waiting to see what I was going to do next. I would have liked to put her up on the bunk, but that was far too risky as anyone outside could have easily seen in and pulling the curtains round would surely have attracted attention. Uncertain how far I could go, I asked her if she was okay and she just nodded. I caught hold of her hand and gently pulled her down onto her knees. She caught on immediately and started fumbling with my zip.
I undid the buckle on my belt and revealed my stiff cock. She had a strange faraway look on her face and when she saw my cock she licked her lips and then looked up at me and smiled. I smiled back and just sat still, letting her go at her own pace. When she gripped my shaft with one hand and leaned down to take the head into her mouth I had to bite my lip got myself from cumming there and then. I reached for my phone took several pictures of her head bobbing up and down on my cock, before she stood up again and then stepped across my lap, facing me.
I guess she was about seven or eight years old and when she lowered herself down onto my cock it was obvious that it was far from the first time she’d had a cock in her little cunt. It was pretty tight, but with her juices and my precum, she was able to lower herself down until well over half of it was buried inside her. Her face was against my chest and she was making little whimpering noises as her body stretched to accommodate me. I tried to remember the names of the 1964 World Cup team as the incredible sensation of having an eight-year-old girl sitting on my cock nearly made me cum straight away.
As often happens, the moment passed, and when she started to lift herself up and down I was able to relax and enjoy the feeling. I pushed her away from my chest and bent down to kiss her on the lips and she kissed me back, pushing her little pink tongue into my mouth. I responded by pushing mine into hers so that she had my cock filling her cunt and my tongue filling her mouth same time. I slid my arse forward on the seat, so that she could slide her clit back and forth along my shaft and I watched her eyes grow wide and her mouth open and her climax hit her almost at the same time as my balls started to pump their contents into her tight little twat.
As soon as I’d cum, my brain took over again and I looked around to see if anyone had noticed, breathing a sigh of relief when I saw that nothing had changed during the few minutes that I’d been fucking my little eight-year-old lover. The family on the grass were still sitting on their blanket and her mother was still, apparently, asleep. She sat up straight, my wilting cock still trapped inside her and giggled. I reached for a roll of tissue and when I lifted her off, I put one between her legs catch the spunk that was already dribbling out. I wrapped another one around my cock and slipped it back inside my jeans. I sat her down in the middle and pushed her back so that I could lean across and suck my spunk out of her pussy, making her giggle. When I thought I had sucked and licked enough, and my cock was beginning to swell again, I used to clean tissue to give her another wipe.
The sound of an engine revving made me look up, and I saw that in the distance the queue was beginning to move. The girl’s mother buzzed her seat back upright again and looked up at me with a smile. She could see that her daughter was sitting on my lap, giggling as she wriggled her bottom on my cock, but she didn't say anything. She got out of the car with the baby cradled in her arms and carried it round to the other side, presumably to strap the child back into its seat. Then she came back to me. I was just going to open the door to let the little girl out when she held up her hand with a piece of paper in it.
"Are you alright Ellie," she asked, handing me the piece of paper. "Has the man been looking after you properly?"
Ellie giggled. "He's really nice mummy. We had fun while we were waiting."
I looked at the paper and all it had on it was a phone number. “Take her with you,” the woman said. “Give me a call when you’ve had enough.” I just sat there with my mouth open as she blew a kiss to Ellie and then walked round her car and got into the driver’s seat. I looked around. Was it some kind of sting? I couldn’t see how, and the traffic was beginning to move. Not knowing what else to do, I told Ellie to sit in the passenger seat and put her belt on as I pressed the button and waited for the computer to do its checks.
After a few moments the starter motor whined the engine into life and once it was running, I put it into drive and started to move forward. Ellie's mother moved at the same time, and I could see that the vehicles in her lane were merging into mine, so I eased back to give her room. The last I saw of her was her arm waving out of the window as she pulled away. I turned to the girl, thinking that she would surely be upset, but she just looked at me and smiled. “My name’s Ellie,” she said.
"I'm John," I said, holding out my hand. "Pleased to meet you."