You can't imagine the driving we go through to prepare our Swinger Cruises. There are so many places in wonderful Andalucia that we need to visit and check to be sure where we will take the lucky ones who will join us next Spring or Summer on our catamaran.

Anyway, even if TheSailingSwingers is our main concern, it is not the subject of this real story. We had been driving on the Spanish freeways for hours and it was time for lunch. Patrick suggested that we stop in a large truck stop where they would have restaurants. We did so and effectively found a very nice, very clean place for our lunch. We were heading back to our car when Patrick mentioned looking out the beautiful trucks that were parked everywhere.

There was one shinier and apparently bigger than the other ones and we headed in its direction.

It was a huge white monster and Patrick and I were having fun comparing its cabin to the ones we have in the cat. "Do you think they have enough place to make love comfortably?" was asking Patrick when suddenly the side window of the truck opened and a smiling young face appeared. In broken English the driver was asking us if we were interested into trucks. We replied that effectively we were very impressed by them...

but we did not mention about the back cabin's possible use of course.

The driver opened his door and got our to come level with us.

He offered his hand to shake, told us his name was Jirka from Czech Republic. We gave him our names and hands and told him we were sailors from France. Then he asked us if we had ever been in a truck and were wishing to visit his. Well the problem was that the truck was very high and, as usual, I was wearing a very short skirt... but "Who dares, wins". We both agreed to a visit of the truck.

Patrick gallantly offered me to go first. In fact I was sure he wanted to stay on the ground to verify the effect of my skirt on Jirka...

I know my man. I started climbing slowly the kind of ladder that was there. Having my legs stared at by a nice looking guy is not something that I despise, au contraire.

I was half up when I stopped dead on y track. Not to give more time to Jirka but because there was another smiling guy in the truck... less nice looking and a little older but not too bad either. What was I getting into, climbing in this truck full of blank checks sorry for the bad joke.

Well it was too late anyway, so I smiled back to the second guy and got up in the truck. Later Patrick told me that Jirka almost stopped breathing when he saw the top of my stockings and the bare skin over them... I managed to crawl inside, passing the driver's seat to get settled into the middle seat. You think such a big truck would have lots of room inside but it has nothing to do with a beautiful sailing catamaran like ours where even the largest guys can settle height16 src"http:graphics.pop6imagescommonchatsmiliessmile.gif" width16> While I was struggling with getting in, Jirka offered Patrick to follow me up but my beloved husband who was beginnings to get excited by the new development declined, saying that he wanted to get our camera back in the car to take some pics of us and the truck. So Jirka followed me inside and took his seat. He introduced me to his fellow, Radoslav, we shook hands and Jirka started explaining me everything you needed to know about a truck. I noticed that his eyes were often coming back to my legs. I tried to cover them somewhat, but you know what it is with a very short skirt like mine, it has its own life and spend most of its time going up instead of down when you are seated...

Anyway, shortly after Jirka asked me if I knew there was a bed behind the curtain in our backs. I told him that I had heard of it but never seen one. He turned himself and started opening the curtain. I joined his movement and turned myself too, that's when I felt his second hand on my knee. Instantly it reminded me of the theater a few weeks ago and my heart started pounding while my inside temperature went up. I am sorry to behave like this but again I said nothing about the hand climbing from my knee to my thigh.

I don't know why but when a nice guy starts feeling me I am unable to stop him...

maybe it's because I like it? Radoslav finished opening the curtain on his side. I was still half turned, starring at an empty bunk with Jirka's hand now on my bare skin and still climbing. What was I going to do? I didn't want to turn away from the back of the truck just in case it would have stopped Jirka and I was a little afraid of what he would find under my skirt if he continued up.. or rather what he would not find.

As all those of you who already met me know, I never wear any underwear, nor bra. Patrick forbids it.

Plus it's much easier when he wants to caress my softness while we are driving... That's when Jirka suggested: "Would you like to try the bunk?".

I knew where it was leading but I had no reason to say no. He even added: "May I suggest that you take away your blouse not to wrinkle it?" and that's when Radoslav started unbuttoning my blouse, without waiting for an answer. As I always wear my blouses quite open, it didn't take him too long to get it fully opened. Jirka grabbed it from behind and pulled it off. They were both mesmerized with the view of my breast. The atmosphere was suddenly full of lust in this cabin. That's when I thought: "Where is Patrick now? Why does it take him so much time to go catch the camera?". So I looked out of the truck and saw my husband at the bottom of the stairs...

fighting with the camera! Time was not to try and understand what was wrong with the camera, I had to Czechs getting hotter and hotter next to me, it was time for my next move.

So I climbed over the seat and into the bunk. During this very short trip, I felt my legs and thighs swamped with two hundreds hands at least. Finally I was laying on my back, topless and almost bottom less in the bunk with my two new friends facing me. Their hands were continuing their exploration of my body. I was feeling fingers into my intimacy while on my erected nipples at the very same time. Jirka leant over me and I offered him my special "French kiss", something you need to try once in your life that's what Patrick's says and I can soft placeure you he his taking his toll every single day.

Anyway, things were suddenly accelerating. Jirka got off his clothes and into the bunk. I checked him, he was fully erected and wearing a condom. Everything was ready for the next play. I opened my legs wider to let him in, then I felt what every woman wants to feel: a strong and hard thingy filling your softness.

I love that feeling. I can't stop having men playing me. It's so good.

Jirka had a very nice length. I felt him quite well.

We were kissing while his length went in and out of me.

I started moaning. I moan each time I have pleasure and that was coming real fast this time. Probably the tiny place.

We went on like this for a while but I noticed that Radoslav was not participating anymore, so I suggested that Jirka and I switched places. He came below me and I went up riding him.

That's my preferred position. It's the one which gives me the more pleasure and it has a second benefit, it frees my soft place.

I managed to ask Radoslav to caress my buttocks and I even told him that he could play with them the way he wanted, that I had gel in my purse. He seemed very happy to be involved again and I heard him search my bag.

Soon after I felt the gel on my soft place and then two fingers playing with my little warmth.

I arched my body as much as I could to make the opening wider. And then they were inside. I felt Radoslav fingers smashing my skin between them and Jirka's thingy. The feeling made me cum instantly! I took one minute to recover then back on the saddle! I was playing like crazy with my two well honored checks. Later Jirka and Radoslav exchanged spots and I found myself again riding on the later one. I came 4 times in this wonderful truck! My two lovers came once each... and Patrick enjoyed himself watching us all.

Later I understood what the problem was with the camera...

no more batteries! They died after Patrick took the picture which illustrates that story in our Blog. I hate cameras, they always fail you when you need them.

So remember, if you too want fun with us go to the TheSailingSwingers c o m Thanks for reading our true stories.