Layby Linda

It was nearly 3 o'clock on a very warm Tuesday afternoon last Spring and I was choking for a cup of coffee when I spotted a mobile café; in a secluded lay-by in rural Northumberland.

There were a few lorries and vans parked up but most of the drivers were in their cabs. Three were sitting at a plastic table and chairs. I bought a coffee; a bottle of water and a bar of chocolate. As I turned to walk back to my car a bald lorry driver offered me a seat at his table.

"Hello pet," he smiled and held his hand out for me to shake, "I'm Owen."

"I'm Linda." I replied as I sat down and politely shook his large calloused hand.

"What's a pretty lass like you doing around these parts?" He continued in his broad Geordie accent; still smiling.

"I work for a catering company." I told him as I unwrapped the chocolate; "So I've been up the Valley all morning and not one of the sods would make me a cup of coffee."

"Don't mind him." His fat colleague chuckled, "he's a nosey bugger and likes to know the ins and outs of a fart!"

The two men then playfully argued for a minute or so.

Over the next 15 minutes or so we chatted like long lost friends. Owen delivered furniture throughout the North and Scotland; his helper was Greg, and he was asleep in the van. The other man was Martin and he delivered car parts. Both men were in their late 50's or early 60's and were very pleasant company.

As I bent over to pick up my bag I heard Martin suck in his breath. I froze for an instant as I realised that he'd seen my white lace thong because my hipster trousers must have slipped down slightly. I just carried on as normal smiling to myself at the effect a glimpse of my panties would have on two oldish men. When I stood up to leave Owen told me that I was welcome back any time and he was always there on Tuesdays and Thursdays.

I smiled and told them I just might call back the following week. I did return and every Tuesday for the next few weeks, always wearing hipsters and deliberately choosing sexy thongs or g-strings to wear underneath as I knew that I would be bending over two or three times every lunchtime for my new admirers. The chaps were always there as promised and they soon introduced me to a few more of their lorry driver friends from all over the country as the weeks went by. I was quickly accepted into their exclusive little club. The conversation was always fun and could get very ribald sometimes especially when they realised that I too have a dirty sense of humour and don't embarrass very easily.

One week Owen got embarrassed when someone gave him an envelope with some cd's inside.

"What music is that?" I innocently asked him as I tried to pick up the package. He instantly blushed and stuffed it into his overalls.

"That's not a music cd!" A young van driver called Jeremy laughed. "That's his fucking porn stash!"

"Oh dear!" I grinned and shrugged my shoulders, "sorry." The conversation soon deteriorated as his friends ribbed him about the porn he watched in his cab and shared with the other drivers; young women, lesbians, threesomes and stockings especially stockings!

The conversation and a second cup of coffee had a strange effect on me. I'd really enjoyed the attention I'd previously been getting from all of the guys but this was different; the talk of sex and porn was turning me on. Even making me squirm on my plastic chair.

"Shit!" I groaned as I looked around.

"What's the matter?" Andy asked.

"I need a pee and there's no toilets." I grimaced as my bladder instantly began to swell and threatened to leak; "I don't think I can last until I get home."

"You'll just have to go behind the wagons like we do then." Martin laughed and dug his elbow into Owen's ribs.

"With you dirty lot around?" I squinted my eyes, "I don't think so."

"Don't worry," Martin 'assured me', "I'll make sure nobody watches."

I didn't believe him for a second but I was very rapidly becoming desperate.

"I'll be listening!" I warned them as I hurried behind a big green lorry. Just as I unzipped my trousers I heard faint giggling and the shuffle of some feet. I couldn't wait any longer so pulled my trousers and pants down knowing some of the lorry drivers were watching; then I squatted with my arse pointing up and out towards them. In an instant my piss gushed out onto the grass and I was overwhelmed with a sense of relief; but the knowledge that I was being watched pissing behind a lorry made my pulse race faster than ever before. No matter how much I tried it seemed like I couldn't stop pissing! It was probably over in seconds but it felt like minutes. Eventually I wiggled my hips to shake off the last few drops and dried myself with a tissue. By now the giggling wasn't even being stifled but thankfully when I stood up and rearranged my trousers no one was there.

I walked back to where they were sitting and playfully scowled at them.

"Same time next week?" Martin nonchalantly asked; much to the amusement of the others who were nearly choking as they tried to keep their laughter in.

"Maybe," I hissed, "but then again........maybe not!"