The long road ahead was looming in front of her. Mile after mile of monotony.
She left the Choke and Puke on I-75, headed south. This was the run she dreaded the most. Detroit to Florida, with one overnight stop to sleep.
Her rig was loaded with new cars. Cars she couldn’t afford on her salary. Luxury cars for the well heeled in Florida. Snowbirds who moved to a warmer climate to escape the long cold winters of the North.
She turned on the radio to keep her company. Thirty minutes later when she reached Toledo, it began to rain, and it rained hard. “Damn,” she said out loud, “The weatherman was right. This will be a long trip!” The traffic through Toledo was always heavy this time of day. The rain and the traffic would put her behind schedule. She would have to make it up further on down the line.
Time passed. She reached for her thermos of hot coffee and poured a cup. The Country Western station on the radio blared with songs of cheating and heartbreak.
Her mind began to wander. It took her back four years, to when she and her husband decided to call it quits. They had no children. She had wanted a family. It just hadn’t happened. It’s just as well, she thought, kids have to go to school and we both drive a truck for a living. They parted friends, even saw each other a few times after the divorce. She missed him and she sure as hell missed the intimacy! It had been a long , long time since she’s been with a man. Getting her life in order after her divorce had been a priority, but now loneliness was setting in, and more then once she found herself looking over the other drivers at the truck stops. She was 46 years old, in the sexual prime of her life, and doing without.
“What the hells wrong with me,” she said out loud. “Your horny, Nancy. That’s what’s wrong with you!” She reached over and turned off the radio with a hard snap of the wrist. “Damned songs anyway.” Looking in the mirror at her reflection, she smiled. “Your a damned good looking woman for your age. Why are you alone?” Answering herself, she said, “Because you choose to be, that’s why. Yeah, well maybe I can un-choose to be.”
Three and a half hours later, Ohio was behind her. “Time for a potty stop,” she said to herself. Laughing, she said, “I sure as hell talk to myself a lot.”
She pulled into the Kentucky Welcome center.
After taking care of business, she walked around out side for a few minutes, stretching her legs. The rain had stopped, but looking at the darkening sky, she knew it wasn’t over. The wind was picking up and she could feel electricity in the air. Better get back on the road and haul ass, she thought, I have to make it to exit 139 near Knoxville before I stop.
She walked around her rig, inspecting. Satisfied that everything was as it should be, she climbed in the cab, put it in gear, and once again was back on the highway, settled in for the duration.
Once again her mind wandered back to her ex-husband, but this time she remembered the happy times, especially love making. He had been a wonderful lover. She remembered how good he felt. How good he made her feel. How he smelled. How he tasted. How he drove her mad with his mouth and tongue. How he loved how loud she was when she had an orgasm. He told her more than once, how much it turned him on when she let herself go wild in bed. When she moaned and whimpered when he did those special things to her body. He had always made sure she came more than once, before he entered her. She smiled to herself, recalling how large he was, long and thick, filling her. She felt herself growing wet. “Dammit! Stop this Nancy,” she said aloud.
She flipped on the radio, trying to distract herself. It wasn’t working. The next song was ...their song. Chances Are..Johnny Mathis. The song they danced to at their wedding. The song they were dancing to the night he proposed. He held her close to himself, kissed the side of her neck, and whispered the words into her ear. “Nancy, will you marry me?”
“Yes Marcus, I’ll marry you.”
Her wedding night That magical night. The night she found herself remembering over and over again lately. They had made love until the wee hours of the morning. They couldn’t get enough of each other. He had asked her to stand in the middle of their candle lit bedroom, while he slowly undressed her, one piece of clothing at a time, stopping to kiss her lips gently, with each piece he removed. When she was completely nude, he walked around her, admiring his new bride. “Your so beautiful, you take my breath away,” he said.
He stood behind her, lowered his head, and slowly, and gently, kissed each side of her neck, running his hot tongue up and down the length. His hands roamed her body. down her arms, to her hips, back up her belly, finely coming to rest on her breasts. Each hand caressing them, weighing the fullness of them, his thumb rubbing the nipples from side to side, as they grew hard under his touch. She laid her head back on his shoulder as he whispered, “ I want to make love to you Nancy. I want to make you feel things you never felt before. This is our wedding night and I’m going to make it special. A night to remember.”