They had unloaded the coolers and were back at work. She pulled her hand between her tight thighs, pushing her palm between them. A tingle rippled about her cunt as she applied more pressure at the tight crotch of her jeans. She loved to sit in the truck watching the men and fondling her pussy. She often sat for a long time, fantasizing about one, or even more of them, coming to the truck and peeking in at her when her hand was tight between her thighs.

"All those cocks," she whispered softly, rubbing up and down at her cunt. "All those beautiful cocks… sticking out… hard."

She imagined her workers before her, moving up and down the rows of trees, their flies open, all their cocks out and hard. The vision filled her eyes with moist excitement and her hand pressed and rubbed harder. She spread her legs as wide as the truck seat allowed. She could feel her cunt becoming very wet, very hot.

She slumped against the door, her eyes glassy as she watched the men. She had never opened her pants before but today the need seemed more pronounced, more hungry, more eager.

Pulling the zipper down, she opened her pants, running her fingers through the curls of soft cunt hair. She sighed as her excitement increased. The image of the men, their cocks out and throbbing for her cunt filled Lynn's mind as she shoved her hand down into her pants. She ran her fingers into the tight crotch, stroking at her deliciously inflamed clitoris, her ass writhing on the seat of the truck.

Her clitoris was very hot and she rubbed along the side of it then smashed it with the tip of her finger. The immediate response was an orgasm and her eyes turned glassy as she came, the ripples of ecstasy flooding her body and mind.

"Ooooo, nice," she murmured. "So nice."

As the convulsions calmed, she left her hand inside her pants, watching the men again. One orgasm was never enough for Lynn. She often needed more than two. She leaned into the door near the steering wheel, her pants open, and pressed her hand downward until she cupped her cunt.