I’ve made this drive down to Lexington and back every Thursday for the past several months. If it weren’t for the scenery and the flirtatious truck drivers, I’d be bored to death. Although our main office is located in Cincinnati, I have to make the trip once each week to our branch office for a staff meeting. I’m getting used to the drive, usually listening to a few cd’s to help pass the time.
I doubt if I’m the only woman traveling I-75, the truckers flirt with. I consider myself attractive even though I am 35. I’m 5’9”, average build with shoulder length dark blonde hair. I’ve still got the same figure I had at 25. Although I doubt if my husband ever notices it. His interests have tended to wane from sex this past year. Maybe it’s me. I might not stir his sexual desires anymore. I try to dress sexy when we’re together but that doesn‘t seem to get me noticed. For work, it’s a different story altogether. I have to look professional, very businesslike. I’ve probably got a small fortune wrapped up in business suits and high-heels. It’s a good thing I make good money with plenty of benefits to help pay for them.
I probably get honked at half a dozen times on my weekly trips. My skirts aren’t all that short but once in awhile I do have a tendency to tease by pulling my skirt up to the top of my nylons. From their elevated vantage point, I’m sure the truckers get an eyeful. Maybe my teasing helps break up the their boredom as well. I’ve often fantasized about what it would be like to climb into the sleeper with a trucker and have hot, crazy sex! I’m sure I share the same fantasy with alot of other women.
Today’s meeting lasted longer than usual. The branch manager had quite a few charts and graphs he wanted to go over with everyone. I wasn’t impressed, but I don’t have to be. I sit in on the weekly meetings just to make corporate presence known. Just my luck to get tied up in rush hour traffic on the south side of town. I knew it would be late when I got home this evening. I didn’t realize it then, just how late I’d be.
I’d been following this trucker with a load of steel for several miles when he slowed down suddenly. I changed lanes to pass him but he swerved over into my lane and then back to the outside lane. I had to apply plenty of pressure to the brake pedal to keep from getting too close to him. I got back behind him just a few yards before spotting a large crate in the passing lane. I realized he’d pulled over to block me so I wouldn’t hit it at 65 miles per hour. Hard telling how much damage it would have done to the car, or me for that matter. I breathed a deep sigh of relief that he’d saved my butt. A few miles up the interstate and after I’d regained my composure, I decided to pass him. As I sped past him, he honked his horn. I sounded my horn in return.
I drove on for another twenty minutes, spotting a rest area just ahead. It was still quite a few miles to Cincinnati so I decided to stop and use the restroom and get a soft drink to take along with me for the remainder of the trip. I pulled into the crowded rest area and found a parking space at the far end. I locked my car and headed for the restrooms. As I strolled along the walk, I observed the trucker who’d helped save my butt pulling into the back lot.
I happened to notice the driver exiting his truck. He was quite young, maybe in his mid-twenties, maybe a little older. He was wearing a black cowboy hat. His 6’ height and athletic build added to his handsome face. I was impressed with his neat appearance, dark blue jeans and a blue and white striped shirt. I thought to myself, “Hello Cowboy!”
After exiting the restroom, I looked around for the vending machine area. I found it located outside, under another shelter next to the main building. I had just enough change to get my preferred soft drink. I put the coins in the machine and pushed the button. I heard the machine whirr but nothing dropped down. The machine had taken my money and left me empty handed. I hit the machine with my fist, out of frustration. I checked to see if I had a dollar bill then noticed the bill changer was out of order. This definitely wasn’t my day!
“They’re like one-arm bandits aren’t they?” I heard a pleasant voice exclaim.
I looked over, seeing the trucker, the cowboy! He could plainly see the look of frustration on my face. I stuffed my billfold back into my purse.
“Yes. It sure seems like it.” I replied. “Even the bill changer isn’t working.”
“Be my pleasure if you’d let me buy your drink, Ma’am.” He stated. “Maybe I’ll have better luck!”
“I couldn’t possibly let you do that.” I replied. “It’s not that important.”
The cowboy put several coins in the soft drink machine and motioned for me to press the button again. I pressed hard on the selection button, holding it down. The machine whirred and two bottles of soda dropped down the chute.
“Jackpot!” He exclaimed. “Looks like we’re even with the machines!”
I smiled at his remark and thanked him.
“That’s twice you’ve come to my rescue.” I quipped.
I twisted the bottle cap but it was on too tight. The trucker twisted on his and it released. He handed his soda to me, taking mine. He had to apply alot of pressure to get the cap to twist off.
“That’s the third time you’ve come to my aid.” I said smiling.“
“Maybe it’s just your lucky day!” He said, smiling. “By the way. My name’s Dean.
He put his hand out to shake mine. I shook his hand, his grip firm but not hard.
“I’m Kaitlyn, most people just call me Kate.” I stated.
Dean and I held our handshake for several moments before releasing our hands. I noticed an odd reaction when he let go of my hand, sort of an empty feeling.