Story Code: M+/F, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Public Sex
It was a new job for me, The kids were all grown up and I discovered that I didn't really love my husband as much as I thought I had, so we parted by mutual agreement, so, for the first time in twenty years, I had to get a job. I would also have to look for a new companion to go through the rest of my life with, but that would have to wait until I was more emotionally stable.
I had been taken on by Arbuthnot and Cline as a trainee sales person, the product was high-end lingerie but at reasonable prices, my target customers were 'Mom and Pop' retail outlets in the North of England, I did a week's training in London, the product flew off the shelves as they say in London but I was warned that it would be much more difficult in the north.
It was the worst possible day to head out on my first sales trip, the weather report had been bad and they had warned people who didn't need to travel to stay at home but as it was my first day on my own and I had an appointment in Manchester in the afternoon, I decided to risk it and set out in my brand new car with a briefcase full of new gadgets and a boot full of samples. Just outside of London the snow started falling, just a few specs that seemed to melt on contact with the road surface.
I passed London Gateway services at eight o'clock on Monday morning, the snow began to fall quite fast and as the snow sped up, the traffic slowed down, it was midday before I reached Watford Gap, a distance of only sixty-six miles in four hours, the illuminated signs were advising people to leave the motorway as soon as possible, so I swung off into Watford Gap Services.
I managed to find a parking space and pulled out my mobile phone, there was no signal, just the symbol indicating I could only make calls to the emergency services. I pulled out my new company tablet PC too, same thing, I should have realised that both devices used the same service provider, so if one was down, both would be down.
I knew that the tablet could connect through a Wi-Fi connection and that all service stations on the motorway offered free Wi-Fi of sorts. My main problem was that I didn't know fully how to use the tablet in Wi-Fi mode; I had only been taught how to use it under 'Three-g' mode. I locked up the car and took my briefcase into the food court, the place was heaving but I managed to find a table to sit at even though I hadn't made a purchase.
I switched on the tablet and started to try and work out how to use the Wi-Fi, I found a button that said it would search for available networks, I had expected to see one but there were over one hundred, suddenly my screen changed, the picture of a man appeared on the screen, he said "Hi", not as text but as sound, "You look interesting if a little fraught!" I looked all around; it was definitely the tablet talking to me, or rather the man on the tablets screen as there was no one close to me.
I thought to myself, 'what the hell', "I've been trying to get to Manchester all morning but it looks like I'm going to miss my appointment." The picture shook a little and the head in my screen shifted up and an expanse of bare chest appeared, muscular and quite hairy. When the face reappeared in the centre of the screen he said, "The police pulled us all off the M1 an hour ago, there's going to be a lot of unhappy people though, I popped in for a coffee an hour ago and the hotel was already full and this services isn't known for its comfort in the food hall."
"I'm going to have to send an email to my boss, let him know what's happening, if I can ever work out how to get on the Wi-Fi here."
"You should pop over here, I could show you how to connect to the internet or you could use my phone to call in, I have a great signal."
"Where are you?"
"If you can see the Burger King franchise, I'm about sixty feet beyond it."
"Isn't that the car park?"
"Yes, I'm in the car park."
"You don't seem to have a shirt on!"
The screen went crazy for a moment and suddenly I saw his side, he had something covering his groin but I could see his ribs, hip and legs, all totally bare, when the screen went crazy, I realised that there was a name under the picture, 'Hairy Trucker 91' was at the bottom of the screen.
"Oh!" Was all I could say as I pulled the screen of my tablet into my body in case anyone saw what I was looking at.
"That looks nice too!" I pulled the tablet away from my body, "You have an excellent bra on under that blouse." That at least gave me a clue where the camera built into my tablet was, as I held it against my chest the camera was pointing down the front of my blouse.
"So, why is your name 'Arbuthnot and Cline - North'?"
"What?"
"At the bottom of my screen, it says you are Arbuthnot and Cline - North!"
"It's the name of the company I work for; I'm the sales rep for the North of England."
"And what do Arbuthnot and Cline make that you sell up north?"
I blushed, if I had been in the job longer than a week, I'm sure I would have been very happy to tell a total stranger that I sold lingerie for a living.
"You're blushing quite a lot; do they supply Viagra, dirty mag's or sex toys or something?"
"Oh my God no, Just lingerie."
"Wow, cool, so, you have a boot full of samples as well as the stuff you're wearing?"
I flicked the power switch to turn my tablet off, I realised that when I had first started chatting I had been sitting at a table with no one close to me but as we had been chatting the area had filled up and people were being jammed in like sardines and now several dozen people were listening to my conversation as well as looking over my shoulder to see the image on my screen.
A young mother was standing with her baby in her arms a few feet away from me and there just wasn't another seat that I could see anywhere that she could sit on, so I called her over and offered her my seat, I went through to the hotel area and asked if there were any rooms available, the receptionist had to stifle a titter, she tapped away at her screen and said, "No rooms available at any Travel Lodge in a two hundred mile radius madam."
I spotted the pay telephones and headed for them, they were all busy so while I waited I switched my tablet pc on again, I needed to look for the 'land-line' telephone number for my boss, Hairy trucker popped onto my screen again, once again, I looked all around to see if anyone could see or hear me. I was in half a mind to tell him to stop calling me but I had no idea if he was actually calling me or if my tablet had called him.
"I managed to get through to Arbuthnot and Cline, just the switchboard; I told the girl that you were stuck in the snow with no signal on your mobile phone and that you wouldn't be able to make it through to Manchester today, the girl said that she would let your boss know and get him to send out a message to your logged calls." I was a little shocked to say the least, "Looks like you're in the hotel area now, you gave someone your seat didn't you?" I nodded my head, "My god you are new to the travelling sales life, never give up territory, especially in times of need. So, how far do you have to go to get a bed for the night?"
"Looks like I'll have to go around two hundred and fifty miles!"
I swung my hips and the camera scanned around the area behind me, "Looks like the food court is filling up now." I looked over my shoulder; the people coming in through the doors were pushing the people already standing around, like a tidal wave towards me.
"My truck isn't a hotel room, but so long as I have diesel in my tank, I can make it as hot as I like in here and the sleep cab does have a double bed, a cooker, coffee making facilities and a toilet, en-suit at that." Hairy Trucker laughed at the en-suit joke. So, if you've got nothing better to do, why don't you come out and have a coffee with me."
I looked around me; I had actually moved by ten feet and was almost at the hotel's reception desk again, just because of the flood of people heading towards me. I was in a real quandary, I hadn't actually divorced my husband, we had just agreed to go our separate ways and I had been determined not to go looking for a 'rebound relationship', I had seen tons of my friends do it and they had all been absolute nightmares.
"Just come out for a coffee, what have you got to lose, or are you looking forward to spending the next eight hours pressed against that reception desk. The news is saying that all the major routes are now closed and the last few people are being brought off of the motorways in four-by-fours by the police, nothing is moving out there anymore and the snow could keep up for four to six hours."
Once again, I thought, 'What the hell, I can't even get close to a franchise to get a bad cup of coffee and if I do get one, I'll be drinking it standing up.'
"Where exactly are you?"
"Go out the back door, turn right and I'm in the bright yellow lorry, you can't miss me, the engine is running."
I took a deep breath and headed for the rear doors, there were a hundred lorries in the lorry park, all of them had their engines running. Hairy Trucker was right though, only one bright yellow one and it really stood out from the rest. As I got close to the driver's door, it popped open, "It's a bit of a climb to get up. Pass your case up to me first."
It was a struggle to get into the cab as my skirt was a little tight for climbing so high. "You like sugar and milk in your coffee,"
"Just milk please."
Hairy Trucker was sitting in the sleep compartment, just the duvet across his lap to hide his lower body. He handed me a cup of coffee and I took a sip, it wasn't as bad as the service station's coffee would have been, so it was a bit of a surprise, as was the man sitting in the sleep cab.
"How old are you?"
"Does it matter?"
