Interstate Adventure

"Trixie do this! Trixie do that! Trixie, don't you ever do that other thing!" I'd had it with my small town and all the idiots telling me what I shouldn't do, and what I should do and with whom. They can go pound salt! I'm over 21 and an adult, plus I have a better education than most of those ass wipe mouth breathers. At least they don't call me Patricia!

Completely fed up with the place, I packed my backpack and rode my bike out of town. It was early afternoon and I hoped to hitchhike west. I headed for the Interstate highway. I decided to cut across country toward it using back roads, since the law might stop me if I stood at an on ramp. As I got close to the Interstate, I saw a girl playing outside and gave her my bike. I couldn't take it with me, and at least she'd have some fun with it.

Working myself across a couple of open fields, I approached the Interstate and slid down the hill to the roadway. Traffic was heavy in my direction so I started thumbing and walking. After about two hours, I got a little depressed as I started thinking this might not work. No one was slowing down at all! My plan was to get into the movie business and work my way up. If worse came to worse, I could get a job as a fitness instructor. I'd taken care of myself and it showed in my strong arms and legs, and my tight, flat abdomen.

Light was dimming as twilight set in and now I was getting more worried and desperate. I didn't want to sleep in the woods, since I had no shelter or even a blanket. I was still walking with my thumb out, facing away from the buffeting slip streams of the rushing traffic. Starting to look off to the side of the road, searching for potential shelter for the night before it got too dark, I was startled by a loud roar behind me. A huge tractor trailer pulled up and off the road ahead of me with its blinkers flashing. The roar had been its air brakes.

Still walking, since I was not sure why he'd stopped, I heard him sound his horn. I took that as a signal to me, so I ran up to the truck cab. The truck was so big I had a hard time climbing up to the door. He rolled down the window and asked, "Where are you heading?"

I answered, "West. Ultimately I hope to make it to California."

He grinned. "You really lucked out, gal. I'm heading home with a load of machine parts back to a warehouse just outside of San Francisco. If you want to ride along, I could sure use the company! And it's getting too dark out for hitching, so I can at least drop you off at the next exit, if you'd rather do that."

He was an older man, clean cut and friendly. It made me more confident that he'd given me an option, so I climbed in. As we started off. I noticed how high up we were and said, "Wow! What a view you get from being up this high! It's a whole different view of the world for me! You must feel like the king of the road up here." I was still a little nervous, and trying to hide it by making small talk.

Since we were moving and picking up speed, the engine roared as he shifted gears. I was amazed how he effortlessly shifted gear after gear, never taking his eyes off the road. "Yep, there's so much weight we're hauling, it takes some doing to get up to speed. We have a lot of momentum when we're at speed. That's why I traveled so far beyond you when I stopped." The radio was turned on low, playing 70's music and the CB would pop to life every once in a while, with messages that were in a strange jargon used by these road warriors.

We chatted at this and that. I told him my name was Trixie, and he told me his name was Hank. He said, "I do most of my driving at night with less traffic on the road, so I can make the best time. If you stay for the long haul, you'll have to get in this same mode, sleeping during the day and staying awake and alert at night."

"Where do you typically haul these loads?" I asked.

"I like traveling all over. I've been to every state in the U.S. except Hawaii," he replied.

"Even Alaska?" I queried.

"Yep. That was quite a long, tough haul, though, because the icy roads can get very treacherous."

It was quite dark out now, and I was tired from my bike riding and walking alongside the road for such a long time. The view out the windshield was a little hypnotic. Yawning, I couldn't fight the tiredness, and I was nodding off from the hum of the tires on the road.

He noticed, and said, "Trixie, you can get in the back and sleep for a bit -- I can tell you've had a long day and I'm still fresh. But there's one thing. If I call you because I'm getting sleepy, I need you to climb back up front here again, and chat with me to help to keep me awake." I looked over my shoulder and realized the truck had an extended cab and there was a small sleep area in back of the front seats.

I slept for a couple of hours, which helped me a lot. It was about midnight when I woke up. So I asked, "Hi Hank... how are we doing?"

"We're making great time, Trixie. I'm going to need to stop for fuel, so are you hungry? We can get a burger at the truck stop."

"Sound's good," I answered, climbing back into my seat. We pulled into the fueling area and I got out to stretch my legs. He pumped fuel for quite some time -- trucks must be very thirsty. After that, we pulled into a long parking area designated for long trucks. We got some food and I was glad it wasn't terribly expensive, given my limited funds. We relaxed, shaking off the mesmerizing view of the pavement rushing by. Hank not only drank coffee, he had his thermos filled with coffee and also bought some snacks. After a restroom break, we were back on the road in about 45 minutes.

We drove through the night and traffic was light as he'd predicted. As the sun rose, he checked his log and pulled into a rest area where there were dozens of trucks parked neatly. It was like a little trucker city, with many drivers doing the same pattern of sleeping and driving as Hank did. With fuel and a restaurant nearby, the owners obviously encouraged the truckers to sleep there, because they'd fuel up and eat before departing.

He told me, "I need to sleep now, Trixie. It's probably a good idea if you don't leave the truck without me knowing, OK?" I agreed. As we settled in the back compartment, I noticed a picture on the wall of an attractive woman. I asked about it, he answered with a trace of sadness, "That's a picture of my wife, Trixie. She died about a year ago."

"Oh, I'm sorry I brought that up, Hank. That loss must be painful."

"It sure was at first. But after a while that pain fades, and you start remembering all the wonderful things we did and shared."

I noticed something a little odd about the picture, though. His wife was wearing handcuffs with her hands cuffed behind her. That pose forced her breasts to thrust forward and made her look really sexy. I asked Hank about it and he said, speaking a little sleepily as he relaxed, "That sort of thing turned her on. I found I liked it, played her game, and we both had fun. I do miss her so, Trixie. There's a box of her things in the bottom drawer if you want to look." With that, he drifted off to sleep.

I admit that I felt bad for him. He seemed like such a nice, gentle guy, sharing some of the story of his life with me.

Ever curious, I quietly pulled out the drawer and looked through her toys. Attracted by them, I surrendered to a naughty impulse. I picked up the handcuffs, made sure I found the keys, and closed one on my wrist as silently as possible. I held up my hand and watched the other cuff dangle from my wrist like glittering jewelry. Hank was in his bed and I was on the other side of the rear space in a sleeping bag all safe and warm. Placing my wrists close together in front of me, I closed the other cuff on my other wrist. Smiling, I too drifted off. We slept until we heard the other trucks start to warm up their engines as the sun went down.

Hank chuckled when he saw me handcuffed. "Couldn't resist, huh?" I must've blushed because my cheeks felt hot. But Hank didn't seem upset at all. He released me before we went into the restaurant for the toilets, a quick bite to eat and some things to drink and snacks to nibble on when we were on the road. He also topped up his fuel tank for the next leg of the trip.

Before we pulled out he grinned and asked me, "Trixie, if you like the idea of the handcuffs and feel a little adventurous, how'd you like to take your top off and let me cuff your wrists behind you, like my wife had them in her picture?"

It was a really mischievous grin on his face, and my own face mimicked it. It felt like something bold and naughty, and he was asking me, not telling me. So it was my decision, and it wasn't a difficult one. "I won't be as sexy looking as she was, Hank," I warned him. But I took off my top and put my hands behind my back. Seconds later, he'd expertly applied the handcuffs, and I felt a wave of excitement pass through my body. Sitting back in my seat, we both realized that Hank would have to buckle my seat belt for me. He did so carefully, not touching me in any obscene way, and we headed out onto the road as darkness was descending.

It was interesting not being covered and letting my 'girls' out from my shirt for some air. From time to time, Hank looked at me with appreciation. I was enjoying his attention and smiled back. He was so nice and kind to me that I wanted to do something special for him. Gathering my courage, I said, "Hank, I have a question." Once I had his attention, I asked, "I know it takes a lot of concentration to be handling this big rig on the road. But would it be dangerous for us if I asked you to reach over and touch my breasts once in a while?" Having said that, I swallowed hard, wondering if I was going too far and being too bold.

"Well, Trixie, when I'm passing someone, or someone is passing me, or we're cresting a hill or going into a tight curve, I sure do need to focus on my driving. But when we're on an open straightaway like this, it would actually help keep me alert and awake. Are you sure you're OK with what you're saying?"

"I'm absolutely certain!" I exclaimed. Then I giggled a little. "After all, it's my job to help keep you awake." Hearing that, he reached over and stroked my tits softly, almost reverently. And I loved it.

The pattern was set. We drove through the night and once in a while he'd reach over and squeeze my breasts and rub my nipples. I was getting so turned on, being handcuffed and caressed that I wanted to moan and beg for more. But I didn't want to break his concentration. He needed to judge when it was safe for his hand to be off the wheel, and he was in charge as far as I was concerned.

As daybreak started to arrive, I was ready for more than just some caresses to my breasts, though. My pussy was drooling and begging to be used. I hoped he'd be in the mood to use me. I cleared my throat and stated, "Ummm... Hank, when we stop, can you park away from other trucks this time?" He didn't answer -- he just smiled, obviously intuiting what I wanted.

We fueled up first and then he parked us pretty far from the other rigs. Removing the handcuffs, he said, "If you have in mind what I think you might, get in the back and get naked, Trixie."

With trembling hands I removed my clothes and waited for him to arrive. I was really excited and wanted this to happen. He had some sun shades which he put over the windows, dimming the light and giving us a little more privacy. Then he finally climbed in back, and looked at my nude, waiting body. As his eyes carefully examined my body, his look was so intense that it felt like it was caressing my skin. As he opened the drawer of toys, he told me. "Try rolling face down and I'll show you something else we used to do."

When I was in position he again handcuffed my wrists behind my back. Taking a set of leg cuffs, he put one on my ankle. Lifting my feet to my butt, he ran the leg cuffs chain through the handcuff links and then secured my other ankle. Very aroused now, I waited there and watched him open his pants to pull out his cock. He asked very clearly, "Is this what you really want?"

I answered, "Yes. I want to suck your lovely cock and also do other things with it. But you're in charge, Hank."

His cock was a nice size and he positioned me so I could suck on it. As he sat in front of me, I took his penis in my mouth and worked it. It soon grew bigger in my mouth as I enjoyed being his willing prisoner. My head bobbed up and down on it. My lips slid down along his cock, gagging me from time to time when I got too eager.

I could hear him moan and that excited me more as he used me. He grabbed my hair and controlled me completely. I hadn't had sex in a long while and really enjoyed being used in this manner. Between gasping for air, I asked him to call me names to humiliate me. This always added to my excitement.

I could feel him pulsing and knew he was close to cumming. I wanted it really bad, so I sucked real hard and he finally exploded in my mouth! I gleefully swallowed his warm sperm, trying to suck the last drop out of his cock. He was still calling me vile names as I sucked more and more. He then pulled out and wiped his cock clean and dry in my hair. I found that action very humiliating and so extremely exciting that I was shaking. Hank leaned over my body, braced on one hand, while his other hand stroked my pussy lips and then started finger-fucking me. That was all it took -- I experienced a magnificent, satisfying climax! After I'd calmed a little, he told me, "That was a good start, Trixie, and I'd like even more of those 'other things' you'd promised me, but we have to sleep during the day, then eat and shower, and I want to get more miles behind us tonight until we have to stop again."

I panted there, exhausted and happy, with that wonderful taste in my mouth. He unlocked the leg cuffs and the handcuffs and helped me crawl naked into my sleeping bag. I was asleep in what seemed like moments. We slept through most of the day, and woke up famished. As before, we went into this rest area's restaurant, and ate well. Hank picked up the tab for our meals. He also explained how truckers have showers in these places for a chance to get clean and change clothes, so we did that. He went to the men's area while I went to the women's.

It was dusk when we returned to his truck. As we climbed in, he stated, I'd like you in the back, naked and on your tummy again, Trixie." Excited, I hurried to comply. Hank then cuffed my wrists behind me, as before. He also used the leg cuffs in the same way, cuffing my ankle, bringing my heels toward my butt, looping their chain through the handcuff links, and securing the remaining cuff to my other ankle. He gave my bare butt cheek a playful slap, got into the driver's seat, and drove us back onto the Interstate highway.

Helpless and naked, I spent some of the time on my tummy, and some of the time on my side. I could hear the hum of the tires, having no idea where I was and aware that no one other than Hank knew where I was, either. It was very exciting. We chatted, me doing my part to help keep him awake. He enjoyed me telling him how much I liked being naked for him, and how much I liked being chained up like this. When he'd open a window occasionally, I could share with him how good it felt to have those air currents caressing my skin -- how my nipples and clit responded to those caresses, and how arousing it was. I also whispered how good his cock tastes, and how much I enjoyed swallowing his cum.

But after many hours, I must have dozed off briefly. Dawn was breaking when I woke up as he was pulling into a rest area. Raising my head, I noticed he pulled to a deserted area and shut down the rig. I grew quite excited, knowing what he'd said he wanted. After placing the privacy screens, he climbed into the back, flipped me onto my back, spreading my knees apart as wide as the cuffs would allow. I was helpless, naked and open to him, and I wanted him in me.

I watched as he undressed, glad to see his penis sprang to life. It was hard and pointed right at me. He laid down between my thighs, forcing them a little wider and he used his hand to guide his penis into me. The tip of his cock opened my already wet lips and slowly pushed inward. I felt every inch as it went deep inside me and I moaned loudly because it felt so wonderful. I couldn't stop him even if I'd wanted to, and believe me I didn't want to stop him at all! His cock thrilled me as I just laid there, letting him fuck me until he came inside me. I felt his cock twitch and pulse, followed by the spurts and the flow of sperm that he shot into me. I could tell it'd been a long time since he'd had sex, other than my recent fellatio, because he still had a lot of semen and I could feel it's warmth in me.

He took a breather as he completely removed the leg cuffs and the handcuffs. His cock had stiffened again and this time we started in a sort of missionary pose, but now I could raise my legs and thighs to use them to grip his waist and press my heels on his buttocks to urge him to get even deeper. We kissed as this love making session went on for a long time and I had several orgasms, which wore me out deliciously. I loved having sex with him, and also being used by him. He rolled off of me, cuddled me tenderly, and kissed my temple and cheek for enough time for us to return to breathing normally.

When he asked, "Do you want something to eat, Trixie?"

I grinned at him and said, "If we're going to keep fucking like that, we'd better eat to keep up our strength." He laughed and released me, dressing himself while I dressed in a top and short skirt. Climbing out of the rig, we walked to the restaurant. I held onto his arm as we walked, liking being close to him, but also because my legs were still a bit shaky.

We were in line, selecting food for our trays, and heading for the check out cashier, when my eyes flew open wide. I became aware that I was dripping his sperm and it was running down my legs! I thought I would die from humiliation, wondering if I was leaving a trail, and if anyone would notice it, or maybe even skid on it. When we got to a table, I whispered to him what was happening. He actually got a huge grin on his face and started chuckling. Seeing him chuckling made me start to laugh. And seeing me now laughing about it made him laugh also, and put a warm protective arm around me. That's when I knew that I wanted to stay with this loving man a long time!

That's how it all began. I'm still with him and my dream of Hollywood has faded. I travel all over the country with Hank, seeing the scenery and enjoying our games. With me along he won't drive only at night, wanting to share the view of parts of the country I'd never seen before. He doesn't even have to ask me to get topless or naked on our trips. I've found I enjoy riding that way with the air on my skin, sometimes in broad daylight, either with or without the handcuffs and restraints. That is, except for the Alaska run -- it was too cold to be naked. We had to confine our fun to the inside of a double sleeping bag on that trip. In that sleeping bag I learned just how skilled and gifted he is in giving me cunnilingus! Oh, I guess I should mention that it turned out that he owns the trucking company and is quite rich, but from his lifestyle I'd never have guessed it. We have a lovely, rather modest home in the country.

My Hank will take a job now and then just to keep his skills up. Oh yes -- one more very important thing. We've now been married for over two years and still play our games. The seclusion of our country home even gives us the freedom to play some games outside! I love it when he strips me, bends me over the hitching post out back, and ties me there for an hour or two. We especially like this game because we've learned I like anal sex too, as long as Hank is the guy who introduced me to it. So when I'm helpless and vulnerable like that, Hank has his choice of my mouth, pussy, and anus. And my dear lover and husband usually chooses all 3 of my holes. And after my mouth gets him nice and hard, he leaves me with his cum oozing out of both my pussy and my butt! I married a man with a healthy appetite!