At 45 years old, I had been a coast to coast mover/trucker for half my life. My strength and ability to go without sleep helped me to make good money. My new tractor had the power and speed to get across the country quickly. After moving my new Girlfriend, Charlene across to Springfield, Missouri, I had taken her middle daughter Linda's best friend, Regina on the truck with me when I left home in Springfield Missouri. We emptied out in Florida and had a few days to play in the Keys. She was petite, beautiful, and incredible in bed.
When I finally loaded my big Key West shipment, it was going to San Diego. So were the rest of my shipments out of Ft. Walton Beach and Pensacola. Regina and I found time to fuck twice a day and were happy. But it was too good to last. When I told Charlene that I was loaded from Florida to San Diego so I would be going across the bottom of the country she was upset. Then she said, "May I fly down and join you?"
"Let me figure out where is a good place to meet."
Regina was mad but she said that she knew that I had to service Charlene. She seemed to be crying. I was upset too. I thought that I could keep Regina for the trip across the country and back. A happy trip had turned terribly sad.
We made love before her plane, but it was not the same. It was not red hot passion but sad and solemn. I did not cum and neither did she. We walked into the terminal at Baton Rouge like we were walking into a funeral. When her flight left, I called Charlene to tell her to come now. She could not come! OMG!! What have I done? Why didn't I call her before Regina boarded her plane?
In more than 20 years driving coast to coast and mostly alone, I had never been truly lonely; until now. The big easy, became the big empty. Texas was just plain lonely. When I finally called Regina to make sure that she made it home safe, she said that Linda told her that she and her 17 year old kid-sister, Tina had caused some trouble so that Charlene could not go. Regina turned down an invitation to fly into Houston because she needed to stay home for a bit. Hearing the sadness in my voice, she promised to make more trips if invited. Back then, there was never DOT on I-10 in Texas so I drove straight across to El Paso, and then got my logs presentable before going into New Mexico.
The empty, desolate feeling only got worse so I stopped at the truck-stop in Albuquerque and checked into the motel next door. Maybe a night's sleep and a day off would make things look less gloomy. For whatever reason, I called Regina again from the truck-stop phones. We were happy to hear from each other and talked for a long time. When I finally sat down in the restaurant, there was an attractive woman, alone in the next booth. Maria was about 35 or 40, petite, but bigger than Regina, and had a quick smile.
As Maria and I talked, I got the feeling she was lonely, although she never admitted it. Soon, I invited her to my booth and she accepted. The move was difficult for her so I jumped up to help. Unsure if she was handicapped or drunk, I did not mention it. We talked about Albuquerque and anything else that came to mind. Then she told me that she had a slight handicap that made it difficult to walk. We kept talking about anything to keep the conversation going and finally she said, "Do you need to leave?"
"No Maria, I have a room and plan on goofing off here."
"Sorry, Bruce, but usually when guys find out that I am handicapped, they have to go."
"Why? You are beautiful, intelligent, and fun to talk to. I want to know you better."
"Wow, if you wanted to make points, you just did."
"Can you walk next door? The waitress is getting antsy and we can talk as long as we want in my room."
"Sure."
As we sat on the couch in my room, the manager came banging on the door, yelling that I had checked in as one person and 2 cost more so I owe him money.
I said, "You have my card information, why do you have to come by embarrassing people?"
"I already ran your card. I need cash."
"Did you tell me then that I would owe you more money if I ran into an old friend in the truck-stop restaurant and we overstayed our welcome there? Here is your money but I plan on calling the 800 number and talking about your collection methods." He threw my money on the floor and stomped out.
I was still pretty sad about losing Regina but I did enjoy Maria's company. We talked a lot more and then kissed for a long time. When my hand started cupping her breast, it proved to be a little bigger than I liked; probably a C-cup, but it felt nice. My hands unbuttoned her shirt and my tongue found her nipples. Lapping the right nipple while squeezing the left with my hand and then switching tits. My swollen manhood wanted her by now but she made no effort to touch it. Then she slipped out of her unbuttoned shirt. I got completely naked and then started removing her pants and panties. As my tongue found her pussy, she started gripping my head and pulling it into her cunt with both hands.
Then I jumped up and said that I needed a shower. After my shower, she was still on the bed where I left her and my tongue went back to work on her pussy. She started massaging my love-stick and soon said, "Oh my god! Are you planning to stick that big thing in me?" My mind brought back memories of smaller pussies but I said nothing. My tongue kept travelling the length of her slot and my lips kept nibbling her clit every time. My cock was aimed at her face and she said, "Bruce, what do you want me to do? I have never performed oral sex."
"Don't do anything that you are not comfortable with. Maybe you are a missionary girl."
"What is that?"
