When you have sexy breasts, you love to show them off. When I was a college coed, my girlfriends and I use to flash truckers when we went on road trips. They would honk their horn, we would show our tits or vice versa. I have not done that in decades. Over the weekend, I took a trip to the beach in my mid life crisis, a new convertible Corvette. I was playing some 80s music on the XM radio station and I got nostalgic for the old days of road trips: mixed tapes, an old beater car, 4 girls and flashing truckers our tits. I started keeping an eye out for a handsome trucker. They are all over the Santa Monica freeway. While Annie Lennox was belting out “Sweet Dreams,” a college age trucker drove by. He honked his horn first, smiled and waved. I waved back and flashed him my tits. He went off the road to the rest stop, so I followed him. It was reckless, but I was horny, and he was cute. When I was in college, I did shit like this all the time. As a mature sexy babe, I think before I fuck. Could he be a serial killer? What if he has a small dick? What if he smells? But, for about 30 minutes, I didn’t give a fuck and I went for it. I got in the back of his cab and fucked the shit out of him. He had a big cock, he didn’t smell, and he was no Ted Bundy. He was just a horny stud who had been on the road too long and needed to sink his cock into a pussy. I was happy to supply the pussy. I was back on the road shortly and smiling. It was just like 1988 all over again.