Dear readers, this is Part 5 of this story. If you are new to this tale I suggest reading parts 1 to 4 first.
Please enjoy.
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The late afternoon sun in the western prairie sky illuminated the inside of the cab, brilliantly lighting up the face of the girl driving. Jane had been at the wheel from Swift Current, driving across most of Alberta. They had travelled overnight through the Northern Ontario bush and across the prairies through the day. Jane was in her cut off jeans. Paul had relented on the no shorts rule as they were not out of the cab for loading, unloading or repairs. Jane had asked him sweetly about staying in her cutoffs after her time in the sleeper.
The earlier up tempo sounds of Dave Matthews Band had switched to the mellower music of Jack Johnson. These were Jane's picks. Paul and her were mostly compatible in their musical tastes, something that is important for a trucking partnership.
Paul shifted sideways in the glaring sun and looked over at his co-driver. Jane was squinting in the light even with her shades on. Her baseball cap was pulled down low over her face, her hair in a pony tail flowing down her back. The light caught the tops of her bare thighs, turning them golden brown. He couldn't help but drink in the sight of his gorgeous partner. An anticipated Skype session with Zoe and Beatrice had put him in a mellow mood. He missed his kids. And he was missing the feel of Jane's body.
Images of the bizarre night in the motel room, when he had spanked her, drifted through his thoughts. Almost forgotten was the reason he had been angry in the first place. Angry enough to turn her over his knee, something he had never done with a woman. What wouldn't leave his thoughts though, was the feel of her ass under his hands, then the smooth flawless back and shoulders and finally her soft but toned thighs. Henry Robertson's daughter was exquisite. In a way, Paul was dreading a summer of being close to Jane with out having her and then, in other moments he became dejected at the thought that the summer would be over and he wouldn't see her again. For now he just smiled over at his nineteen year old partner.
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Jane loved the feeling of growing confidence in her driving skills. Each time at the wheel she gained in assurance and skill. She wanted to be good for Paul. He was a patient and thorough instructor. She realized that Paul was special to the company and that he was chosen carefully by her dad to take her on the road.
She also couldn't shake the feeling of how attractive he was. When he flashed her his warmest smile the effect penetrated through her body until her legs squirmed. Also making her squirm was the delicious memory of his cock nestled between her lower lips, rubbing across her sex. She was wearing panties, but the heat from his cock through them was real and intensely erotic. After her orgasm she had grabbed his cock to bring his release. She loved the feel of the hardness and power of his manhood in her hand. And she had controlled and brought him to an intense climax for the second time in their strange relationship. Now, the smile on her lips, as Paul watched her from the other side of the cab, was from that memory. She suddenly shivered with the thought of him being inside her and what that would feel like.
"Hey, are you cold? You shivered and I can see the goose bumps on your legs," Paul said, reaching for the air conditioning control.
"No, no, the temperature is fine. Just thinking of the cold swim. That was fun though. I'd like to do it again," Jane replied, moving his hand away from the dash.
"That WAS fun." Paul put his head back and closed his eyes. He smiled to himself, the image of her rounded firm teenage breasts, sitting high on her chest, with the lovely pink aureole and hard reddish nipples, filling his thoughts.
She looked over at him, watching the smile play across his lips. "Fun tossing me into the lake eh?"
"Of course."
More fun than spanking my ass?"
He replied playfully, "Hard to pick which one was better."
"Oh, so you're admitting you liked doing it."
"Don't tempt me," he chuckled.
She smiled back at him. The spanking had in fact been painful, but she shivered again at how close he had been to washing her out of the job and sending her home. She now just wanted to please him with her progress and to be the best driver possible. Jane also knew her dad would be thrilled that one of his children was learning the skills which had brought their family so much.
She was truly enjoying the drive across the country, the openness of the prairies, the endless lakes and forests of Ontario and in other thoughts, the beautiful man sitting beside her in the tractor cab. In that turbulent night in the motel room, after the punishment, she had taken his cock into her mouth and brought him to orgasm. As intimate as that act had been, they had never really kissed. Jane shook her head at the strangeness of their relationship.
Staring ahead at the road, she stated simply, "Paul, I fully intend to tempt you, but not with bad behaviour."
He sucked in a breath. "Okay, I fully intend to resist you with responsible behaviour", he replied, sounding more assured than he really felt.
"Ha! Remember where my lips and hands have been. Isn't it a bit late? I thought you liked it?"
"Jane, you know how much I enjoyed it and what I think of you, but we can't happen. My life could unravel."
"I'm talking to my parents, starting with my mother. I'm going to get the curse of the overprotective father lifted," she stated in a firm determined tone.
"Jane, are you kidding?" Paul said, sitting up, his concern raised. "He would have my balls if he knew I'd touched you."
"Spanking aside, you didn't touch me. I touched you, so relax."
"Try telling a father that!"
"Don't worry, I'll only speak in generalities. Parents don't really want to go into the details when it comes to sex and their children."
"Oh god, let me update my resume first," Paul groaned and pulled his ball cap down over his face, trying to end the uncomfortable conversation.
After several minutes Jane asked softly, "Paul, am I too inexperienced for you? Is that why you don't want me? I don't believe this is all about my dad."
Paul snapped up, looked at her and replied, "Jane, your inexperience is not an issue."
"Then there must something else," she spit out in exasperation.
Paul took several deep breaths and slowly let out the last one. "Okay, maybe there is. Let me say one thing that you have done for me and that is I now know I do want to be with someone again. Before you, I really didn't have much desire. So thank you for that."
"But that's not going to be me, is it?"
"No, and believe me, it has nothing to do with inexperience, in fact, I think your inexperience is kind of cute."
Jane turned briefly to him, her eyes bugging out. "Did you just call me cute, like I'm a nine year old. It is the age difference!"
"Jane, for starters, please believe that I respect your dad and that he put his trust in me. There truly is that. Oh and sorry for the 'cute' comment. You are a woman and a very attractive one at that."
"Thank you, go on."
"Its not so much the age difference, it's that we're at very different points in our life. I want a partner, but one who can accept that I have two young children. Even though I can sense their memory of Gillian is fading, they miss her. I'm not looking for a mother replacement but for any woman in my life, she will have to deal with my family situation."
"And I'm not mother material?"
"Do you know what? I think you just might be and someday you will be very good at it - I've seen how you are around my kids - but what happens to them if you work deeper into their lives and then September rolls around and you head back to school. They have already lost their mother. I don't want to see them hurt that way again."
Jane reflected for several minutes and then reached over to turn down the music volume and then said softly, "I haven't really projected much beyond learning to be a truck driver and having a good summer.
But please believe me, hurting your kids, in any way is the last thing I want to do."
"Jane, I know that."
"And that means much care is required in how we manage our relationship."
"Jane, and that's why keeping it simple and respecting your dad's wishes at the same time is the best path."
"Paul, we haven't been 'simple' since you turned me over your knee."
"Oh Jesus, what an idiot I was!"
"Hey, I'm was the spankee and I was a happy girl in more ways than one."
Paul just groaned, found Rodrigo y Gabriela on her Ipod and cranked up the volume.
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Paul took over the wheel in Brooks, driving the short distance to their stop for the night.
He looked over at Jane, who was busily texting away while humming along to Molly Johnson on the sound system. "Hey there, this is it for the night."
Jane looked up surprised and asked, "Aren't we going to drive overnight? We could be at the coast tomorrow afternoon."
"We could, but then we would miss most of the mountain scenery. The customer is in no big hurry for this delivery so we might as well enjoy the ride. There's also another consideration you should be aware of though."
"What's that?"
"It's been a really dry spring in BC. Last I checked there were about sixty fires burning and several right out of control. We'll be driving near one of the bigger ones, so best to do it through the day. We will leave about five am tomorrow to get a jump on the tourist traffic through Calgary and the Rockies."
"So we're staying in this motel?"
"Yep. Doesn't look like much but there's a cowboy bar across the road with some good music, bluesy rock sometimes mixed in with the Country."
"Separate rooms again?"
"Of course."
Jane threw a big pout and a harumph. "You're no fun at all. Maybe I should see if I can find someone at the bar," she said petulantly while glaring over at him.
"Just try it partner. My instructions from your dad were clear about your safety. He might even approve of me warming your backside if you don't behave."
