Melissa, a stunning blond of thirty years of age, divorced with two small children, she works in a truck stop, her hour glass figure compliments the pink and white waitresses' uniform with her even tan, her hair pulled up into a pony tail the men watch her every step in her white sneakers as she hustles to serve these hungry truckers their food. Her crystal blue eyes sparkle as much as her smile when she speaks.
Leona a tall, thin, brunette, with big brown eyes, shares a mobile home with Melissa. "Did you finish that movie last night?" She asked pouring coffee into the trucker's cup that was sneaking a peak at her small breast under her uniform fantasizing about her licking his hardened shaft slowly around the head and down the shaft.
Melissa stands behind the counter listening to the sound of clanking dishes, people talking and laughing, she wished she could wiggle her nose and her troubles would be over with. "I tried to, but I ended up falling to sleep on the couch." She told her watching the trucker's hand moving over his crotch as he watched Leona, weirdo. She thought to herself.
Leona smiled at Melissa when she realized what she was looking at. "How do you like it?" she asked the trucker who was ready to explode his juices in front of God and everyone around him. His erection suddenly left as he thought he was caught jacking off discreetly in front of the whole truck stop.
"Like what?" he asked.
"Why your breakfast silly." She asked smiling at him knowing she had ruined his fun for him.
Damned bitch. He thought to him self. "Fine. It's fine." He said in an agitated voice and then he left abruptly.
"Wonder if it was something I said?" she asked Melissa who was laughing at the frustrated trucker.
"Po thang, the old mean waitress ruined his oozing all over himself." She told Leona teasingly. Leona smiled wickedly at Melissa running her tongue slowly over her lips. "He can't touch this, want too?" She asked laughingly.
"You tease you wicked wench." Melissa said as she sat a plate in front of a huge trucker with long black hair, a beard, wearing a white shirt, jeans, a brown leather belt with the words *kick ass* on the back, he wore black western boots.
"You two ladies can use the bed in my rig, Want too? "He asked playfully. Melissa leaned over the counter exposing her cleavage to him.
"Maybe some other time and you can watch." She told him touching his beard.
"All right you two whores get back to work." Mike their boss yelled from the kitchen as he had been listening and watching Melissa's ass as she bent over the counter. He smiled wishing his wife had to leave for the week end so he could get Melissa to come over to make his bed with him still in it. Mike had just turned fifty β five years old, he was short, over weight, with black receding hair, he always looked sweaty. He wiped his hands on the white apron he wore over his white T β shirt and black checkered chef pants that he wore his black dress shoes with. He smiled as he had thoughts of him inside her plump rounded ass. "Man is it hot in here." He said wiping the sweat off of his brow.
Melissa's heart began to race when she saw the big yellow rig pull into the parking lot. Her hands began to shake when she saw Jeff climbing down from the cab; he looked delicious dressed in a black muscle shirt, black tight jeans, a black leather belt with a wide silver belt buckle with a naked woman engraved into it, black shiny boots with silver cleats. His long black hair flowed freely in the breeze; he was very muscular built with a six-foot four frame. Melissa felt butterflies in her stomach. Oh God he's so hot. She thought to her self.
"Morning darling." He said sitting down in front of her.
"Morning Hon., what can I get for you?" she asked looking into his pitch black eyes.
"Why shoot little lady, I'll take you to go." He told her smiling like a shy little boy.
"Watch it or I'll pack myself up right now." She told him pouring coffee into his cup hoping her hand would not start shaking.
"What you haven't started climbing into that to go bag?" he asked her smiling so charmingly at her melting her heart even more.
Melissa tried to keep her cool, but she had fallen in love with him the first time she laid eyes on him." I tried, but the Dern thing ripped." She told him putting her hands on hips laughing.
"I am staying in town for a few days, want to see a movie?" he asked her. Her heart sank thinking of class tonight. "What time do you want to pick her up?" Leona asked him butting into their conversation. He smiled at Leona. "Well. Seven?" he asked.
"Seven, it's a date." Leona told him.
The rest of the day Melissa was so nervous thinking about their date tonight. When five o'clock came they both hurried out of the diner and home to their two bedroom mobile home, they shared together in the country. Melissa picked a red silk halter dress that fit tight to her waist then flared out too just above her knees, a red six inches spiked heels that wrapped around her ankle, a red lace thong, she carefully shaved her tanned legs and bikini line. She stood naked in front of the mirror looking at her body that was evenly tanned from her and Leona tanning in the nude outside by their small wading pool." Not bad for thirty, with two kids." She said with both hands on her breast.
Melissa carefully applied her make up, she wore her long blond hair down and parted on the side, she looked gorgeous when she had placed the small red earrings on her ears and sprayed her favorite perfume on when the door bell rang. "The boy is early." She said smiling as she looked at her watch and thankful that her ex husband had the kids for the week end. She heard yelling coming from the front room, but it sounded like Mike's voice; there was a loud thud then silence. Her heart pounded in her chest as she quickly ran to see what had happened when she saw Mike dragging Leona's body into the mobile home so he could shut and lock the door.
"Melissa......." He said dropping Leona's unconscious body on the ground and lunged at Melissa.
Melissa ran to her room with Mike just inches from her. Melissa tried shutting the door but he over powered the door. "What is wrong with you?" she asked backing up into the room.
"You know what I want, what I have wanted from the start! You as my whore. Now if you think some hot shot truck driver is going to come and get that ass of yours! Fuck you bitch; I pay you extra money as an investment into what I am going to be fucking!" He yelled with his veins popping out of his head.
He had her pinned up against the wall with his body against hers, his hands ran up her thighs under her dress, he squeezed her ass checks as he kissed her cleavage. He placed his hand into her thong finding she was wet, in his mind she was returning his kisses hot and passionately.