Frank was unfazed by the heat waves off of Interstate 95. It was mid August and about 110 degrees in the upper state of Georgia.
He'd rather be in his cab, listing to the southern drawl of country music with the cool air of the air conditioner blowing on him rather than out there.
He had a easy job and he knew it. It beat sitting in an office, having rich boys telling him what to do, and dealing with all of that damn computer shit. It also beat doing labor, he was a lazy man, he knew it and he wasn't afraid to admit it. Here, on the road, with his rig, he could be lazy and still get paid.
He did get lonely, not in a sentimental way or a 'I miss my wife and kids way' but in a manly way, the kind of way that made him stop at the Interstate Nudey Bars.
He stopped when he had the chance, he disliked going into places like that, not because he felt dirty but because his dick hurt so bad from being so close to all those tight asses and sweet young pussies. There were some places along his route that had a drive threw, one that would allow his rig threw and those were the ones he preferred.
He could sit in his cab and pull on his thick meat while he watched those young naked girls dance, they'd shake their asses, squat in a way that he could see the pink of their pussy, their inner lips and on some of the girls, their clit. Some would bend over at the waist and he could see that opening that he wished he could stick his prick in.
He loved the long legs, big tits and a baby bald pussy and a lot of these girls had what he was looking for. He didn't care if they were Black, White, Hispanic, Asian, all pussy was hot pussy in his eyes.
Really, this was the ideal job for him, except for the pussy part. He could go home to his third wife of 9 years, sure, if he wanted to hear her bitch about money, or the neighbors or all the bullshit of her life. She was alright in the bed, nothing extraordinary, she got the job done but what he really wanted he knew he'd never get.
He kept a stack of dirty magazines in the glove compartment for when the mood hit him and a nice collection of videos in the back. Not quite the warm body to snuggle up to at night but it did make him sleep better.
He'd hit his destination in about 2 hours, stay the night at a truck stop and then turn around and head on back to Virginia, to his wife Mary in the trailer park.
The sky was clear as could be but he knew it wouldn't last very long, the southern states were prone to mid afternoon thunder showers, sometimes so sudden and so violent that he'd pull of the side of the road and wait it out. He'd seen the truckers who'd brave the sudden rain squalls but not him, he wasn't that brave or that stupid. When he'd see that big wall of heavy hazy rain headed right for him, he'd pull right over, pull his hat down over his eyes, listen to the rain pat on the roof and windows of the rig and snooze. By the time he awake he'd find the sky partly cloudy and puddles of quickly evaporating water scattered on the interstate.
Today the pavement and the trees lining the road took on a dancing appearance, the heat rising off of the pavement in invisible rippling pillars. He knew he had to be careful in these conditions, a car could be a hundred feet in front of him and he'd never know until he was right up their asses.
In the distance he made out a strange form, something that looked like a white tree of sorts, or maybe a road sign that had been hit and was reflecting the sun light oddly.
It wasn't until he passed her that he knew it was actually a girl and not a bent road sign or a tree. He looked in his side view mirrors to see her, it only took him one look before he put on the brakes and pulled off the side of the road.
With the one look he saw a skinny young woman with light brown hair pulled up into a pony tail. She wore the smallest, skin tight pair of white shorts he'd ever seen with a white halter top that exposed her flat, tan midriff. She had a red duffle bag slung over her one shoulder while walking at a steady rate with her left arm sticking out and her thumb extended.
When she saw that he had stopped and pulled off the side of the road she began to jog toward him, which was fantastic to see in the side view mirrors because her huge tan tits bounced freely as she did so.
He didn't know what he was doing, he typically didn't stop for hitch hikers but with this heat...and it was a young woman...and she had huge tits...
She opened the door, "Hey'ya!" It was a southern drawl, she had a cheery, girly voice, like she was still a young teenager.
He looked down at her, that white halter top didn't cover much; it looked like it might have belonged to a ten year old before she wore it. Her skin shimmered with perspiration, and even from here he could smell the tanning oil that she must've been wearing.
"Where ya headin', darlin'?" he asked, not sounding like a horny, fat, greasy truck driver.
"As far as you can take me," she replied in her high pitched southern drawl.
"South Georgia, OK?" he asked.
"Sure is!" she declared.
"Hop on in, hunny."
She turned around to pick up her duffle bag, bending over at the waist. Those skin tight shorts rode right up that plump ass, exposing the bottom part her ass cheeks. His mouth watered, what a shame she'd never let him stick it in her.
She threw the duffle bag on the floor of the passenger side and climbed in behind it. She put her seat belt on and smiled brightly at him, her bright white teeth a compliment to her full luscious lips and tanned skin. She was a knock out, he was bad at guessing ages but he could tell this one wasn't very old at all, anywhere from 16 to 20 but goddamn was she hot, porn star hot.
As soon as she fastened her seat belt he was headed back on the road, the smell of her tanning oil already infiltrating the cab, "Names Jenny," she said.
"Frank," he nodded to her with a small grin.
"Mighty nice of you to stop," she thanked.
"Not a problem. Young girl like you shouldn't be out there hoofin' it, not in this heat," he told her, even though it was really those tits and legs that made him stop.
"Oh, the heat don't bother me so much, it's the rain that's a real pain. But boy oh boy is it cool in here!" she rubbed her arms with her hands, squeezing those tits together with her arms without noticing she was doing it.
He could see the goose bumps on her arms but what he liked was those little hard nipples that were so clearly noticeable threw her white top. He also noticed that the small triangles that covered her tits were no bigger than a bikini top and he could see the inner half of one of those big round tan mounds.
What he wouldn't do to squeeze one of those, or to nibble on that sensitive peak, he'd give his left nut, that's what he'd do but who was he kidding? It wasn't going to happen.
He suddenly felt very self conscious, he was a 58 year old balding man who wore a 'truckers hat' to hide it, that's who he was. He was only six foot in height and just shy of 300 pounds. He had a long graying beard and mustache, he hadn't showered for 2 days, even though his clothes were clean he knew he had sweat stains on his shirt. He was stout, that's what they called it, he had short, very thick fingers, big hairy forearms, and he'd probably end up with bow legs like his old man.
He shrugged off the feeling, what did it matter what she thought of him, she'd only be in the cab with him for 2 hours and when she was gone, he could pull out his cock and pull it to thought of her round ass and big perky tits.
