**A mother hitches a ride with the Polka band to get home to her young son and has an unexpected adventure with the guys**
For over 100 miles the Kenosha Kickers happily played polka music in the back of the rental truck, rehearsing for their next gig in Sheboygan. For the first fifteen minutes Kate smiled as she nodded her head and tapped her foot in time; the band really was quite good. But by the time a half hour had passed she was increasingly bored, anxious about Kevin and wishing that she had some way to call her husband Peter to see if he had made any progress on getting a flight home for the rest of the family.
When the group finally began to wind down, Kate clapped politely and beamed at the men as they put their instruments away. "Guys that was fantastic, you are going to absolutely kill them at your next performance!"
The band members, most of whom were portly and in their forties, like the band leader, mostly blushed and waved the compliments away as they stowed their instruments and settled in for the long drive. "Too kind." "Aren't you a doll!" "Thanks, thanks, but you are too sweet." Gus knocked on the back of the truck cab and the driver killed the small yellow dome light in the back, leaving dim reflected headlights coming through the tiny window in the back gate as the only source of illumination.
Before long most of the men were dozing in their makeshift seats, some leaning against one another and snoring softly. The tuba player had his instrument propped in a corner and lay against it with his arms wrapped around the shiny brass. The sound of tires on the concrete interstate, the rumble of the engine and the passing traffic combined into a steady drone that covered the snores and required Gus to lean close to Kate's ear to speak to her without raising his voice.
"Don't let this fool you, life on the road isn't usually this glamorous" he kidded, gently nudging her with one large elbow as he chuckled.
Kate laughed politely in response, turning to Gus' tilted ear to reply. "Don't talk yourself down Gus, your band sounds great, I bet you do pretty well for yourselves out on the road!"
Gus blushed a little but his usual jovial smile faded a little as he turned back to her and answered. "Well truth be told it's pretty tough to keep a polka band going these days..." he trailed off, looking around the truck at his sleeping band members before looking back at Kate and continuing. "The money isn't quite what it used to be. You know, the audience has gotten a lot older and it has started to thin out a little bit. We're touring longer these days, six to eight weeks at a time so nobody gets to see their kids... or their wives."
With that he glanced meaningfully at Kate, sad eyes glistening in startling contrast to his normally-jovial, chubby face. Kate felt pity for Gus and his band; they had so little but they were willing to help a stranger, even at the risk of being late for a hard-to-get booking that would provide a nice payday. At that moment the truck rocked sharply as it hit a deep pothole and Kate was thrown hard against the wall behind her and might have gone flying if Gus hadn't quickly grabbed her arm and pinned it against his bulk, anchoring her safely.
Kate gave a little 'squeak' of alarm as she almost tumbled, then sighed gratefully as the big man pulled her close against the shoulder of his shiny golden jacket, keeping her arm inside of his to save her from losing her seat. The mingled feelings of gratitude, fear and pity combined to momentarily suppress any discomfort at being held tight at Gus' side and with a deep inhale and exhale she relaxed, leaving her left arm looped through his with her hand resting on the top of his thigh.
"You okay?" asked Gus, looking concerned. "I thought you were about to take a major dive there!"
"I'm fine" answered Kate "and thanks for the save."
"No problem" replied Gus jovially, patting the back of Kate's hand gently, but then leaving his large hand lying atop hers.
Kate let it go, still worried about hitting another pothole and being sent flying. Besides, there was no way a nice guy like Gus would try something with her, especially not in an enclosed space with the whole band there.
Their conversation trailed off awkwardly as the truck rumbled on. The back of the truck wasn't heated and with the cold Christmas weather, it was only the warmth of the eight occupants that kept it from being absolutely frigid. Unconsciously Kate pressed a little bit into Gus for warmth; he was a big man, something over six foot two and at least three hundred and fifty pounds. Gus' breath was deep and even and Kate thought that she might have heard a slight snore. That was good, if he slept then maybe she might nod off too and things would be less awkward.
It was at that moment that Kate felt a slight stirring beneath her left hand. Her left arm was still gently gripped against Gus' body, with her hand resting on his thigh, covered by the meaty mass of his left hand. Held firmly in place against the bulk of Gus' upper thigh, Kate could not help but feel something slowly hardening under her palm.
Confusion gave way to disbelief; through the thin black material of Gus' slacks Kate could clearly feel the faint throb of the big man's heartbeat pumping blood into the tissue of his penis. With each beat his cock inflated a little more under Kate's hand and she anxiously bit her lip, debating whether to try to tug her hand free from under his.
Kate risked a glance up at Gus' face; from this angle she couldn't really tell if his eyes were open but his face was very still and his breathing remained deep and steady. It occurred to her that Gus might very well just be asleep and unconsciously responding to having her snuggled against his body. And trying to pull her hand out and then somehow untangle her arm from his would almost certainly wake Gus, leading to an incredibly awkward situation.
"Kate" she thought to herself "It's 1990... you are a successful professional woman and mother, you can handle an uncomfortable situation for a little while!" With that she made herself calm, relaxing her hand and trying to just ignore the hot bulge pressing harder and harder against her palm.
A few minutes passed and at last Kate felt like Gus' erection was finally done hardening; a squat, thick cylinder of hard flesh pressed tightly against her palm, not quite long enough to extend past the side of her hand but almost as thick as a coke can. With a start Kate realized that Gus' penis was shorter than Peter's but easily THREE times as thick. Her fingers twitched involuntarily, just for a second tightening around the shaft before she caught herself and relaxed her hand again.
Kate held her breath listening intently to see if Gus' breathing changed; fortunately it was still deep and slow. He had to be asleep.
Biting her lip, Kat wrestled with this strange predicament. She and Peter had been married for fourteen years now and it had been a long time since she even thought of touching another man. But now here she was in the back of this truck, with the incredibly thick and hard stump of this chubby band-leaders' cock in her hand with only a thin layer of fabric separating their skin. Finally, her latent sense of adventure took over; something like this would never happen to her again so she might as well take advantage of it! Slowly, cautiously, Kate shifted her hand, letting her fingertips trace the outline of Gus' penis.
She was able to awkwardly slide fingertips from the base of his fat cock along the sides and up to the thick ridge of his glans; with her hand pinned under his she couldn't move freely but Kate imagined that the mushroom head must be enormous. A gentle, experimental move of her whole hand back and forward just a millimeter or two convinced Kate that Gus was not wearing underwear. Only the thin fabric of his cheap slacks was between them and she felt them clinging to his turgid flesh, making his skin move slightly back and forth around his hardness.
"I guess it's hard to do laundry on the road sometimes, huh big fella?" Kate whispered softly, only half suppressing a little giggle as she gave Gus' impressive cock the gentlest of squeezes.
She nearly panicked when Gus' head suddenly turned a little bit and a sleepy mumble escaped his lips. Kate froze and looked up at the big man, quietly cursing her stupid curiosity. After a few minutes the pounding in her chest subsided as Gus continued his slow steady breathing. She wasn't busted.
But then the heavy weight of his hand atop hers shifted, pressing her harder against the rock-hard bulk of his erection, slowly downward then back. Kate bit back a whimper as Gus' hand shifted again, inexorably pressing her hand up and down his throbbing shaft. But other than this slow movement, Gus was perfectly still and his breath was still deep and even. He had to be doing this in his sleep.
Driven by the heavy hand atop hers, Kate slowly stroked the thick root of Gus' dick. Through his pants she felt Gus' soft skin trapped by the pressure then dragged back and forth over the iron-hard erectile tissue in the core of the engorged shaft. She felt him grow even harder in her hand and heard his breathing grow slightly faster. He had to be close to coming; in the relaxation after his release maybe Kate could quietly tug free of Gus' arm, then pretend to be asleep if he woke?
Kates' slow jacking motion on Gus' dick slowly became a little bit faster and his breathing became faster too. Kate held her breath, feeling the tension in his shaft increasing as the end neared. Then she felt Gus' rigid shaft throb and the pressure of his hand on hers increased as he gripped her hard and held her hand still. Gus' trembling rod spasmed over and over and a rush of wetness rose through the fabric of his trousers and onto the skin of Kates' trapped hand and wrist.
Sighing with relief that it was over, Kate gently tugged her hand and arm free from Gus' suddenly-relaxed grip. The bleachy smell of semen tickled her nose. Kate realized that her cotton panties were very damp and she also really needed to pee.
She was mortified when Gus gently whispered right beside her ear "Kate you are such an Angel, thank you for that."
Kate pulled away from the big man, turning to him and putting a hand over her mouth in horror. "Oh my God, you were awake!?"
