The engine roars to life, and I watch the corded muscles in his forearms as he clutches the shift and throws it into reverse. His torso turns as he grabs the back of my seat, looking behind us while his other massive hand grips the steering wheel, maneuvering us back out of our spot. I'm staring at him like a psycho would, but I can't help it. The way he operates this massive truck with such ease is turning me on, and I can't understand why. Nothing about this is sexual at all, yet here I am, wishing he'd control me like he's controlling this metal on wheels beneath us.
