Cody woke Hal as she rustled around in the cab. He opened his eyes to see her bare back as she hunched over something. Hal squinted and finally realized she was straddling the pee bottle. The upturned, wrinkled soles of her bare feet were showing, and her panties were stretched taut around her thighs. Her bare ass was on display, her cheeks pulled apart by her squat. That allowed Hal to see the brown rosebud of her cute, little forbidden hole. Cody's pussy lips hovered just above the jug, and Hal could see her stream as she started to pee. Her pee hissed into jug. Hal's penis unexpectedly jumped and stretched and hardened as she peed. It was the first time Hal had thought anything like that was sexy, and decided he was either becoming open-minded and less vanilla in middle age, or just more twisted. Cody wiped her pussy quickly with a tissue and looked over her shoulder at Hal. Hal quickly shut his eyes, feigning sleep.
After more rustling, Cody reached over and shook him gently. Hal opened his eyes again. Cody had pulled her panties back up and was covering herself with the motel sheet. "Where do I shower?" she whispered. Hal flipped through his mental rolodex of truck stops. It was about three and a half or four hours over the Sierra Nevada to Sacramento, and then the final leg to Oakland. Hal was accustomed to waking up and rolling, and hadn't thought about how his new, heavenly teenage companion would feel about that. Of course Cody would want a shower.
"Hmm," said Hal, wiping his eyes and shifting to hide his twitching boner. "The nearest trucker places are back in Sparks or McCarren. There's probably a pool closer to us."
"Huh? A pool?"
"Yeah a public pool shower."
"Seriously?"
"Princess, if I were alone, I'd just roll until the next time I reach a Flying J. Public pools are good and cheap in a pinch. You just pay admission and shower in the locker room."
"Hmm..."
"A young girl like you wanted adventure, right?"
"I guess? Does pretending like I'm homeless really count?"
"You're damn right it does. Stay in the sleeper, Princess, I'll drive us to a pool." Hal knew there were pools about. He pulled on a shirt and reached for his phone before climbing into the cab and starting the truck. He let it idle while he did a quick search and found one eight minutes east of them in Dickerson.
Hal put the truck in gear and pulled out onto Interstate 80. He had to drive west until the exit for the parkway, before navigating a tricky traffic circle with the rig, and put himself eastbound back on the Interstate for North McCarran Boulevard. He could hear Cody rummaging in the back as he negotiated the maze of quiet, residential streets and found curb space long enough for his truck. It was early enough, he hoped, not to be ticketed.
Cody had pulled on her lost-and-found mini skirt over her full panties, pulled her t-shirt on and was sorting in her satchel. She had pulled her messy hair up in a bun. Hal caught her slipping a white g-string into her satchel, along with her heels, and the cosmetics he'd bought for her. She scooted into the passenger seat while he ducked into the berth to pull on his jeans and grab his shaving kit and more clothes.
It was after they'd exited the truck and were headed inside the pool entrance that Hal noticed Cody was in her bare feet. He didn't say anything as they lined up behind some others, but watched as she absent-mindedly went up on her bare tip toes as she stood on the tile floor. The smell of pool chlorine hung heavy in the foyer. Hal bought two adult admissions, and rented two towels. The clerk handed them each a white, rolled up towel. "Twenty minutes?" mouthed Hal as they turned in opposite directions to go into the change rooms. Cody nodded.
Hal shaved and showered, put on fresh underwear and a shirt, and was out in twenty minutes, sitting down on a bench in the foyer. Cody took forty-five minutes, but Hal decided it was worth the wait. Cody had washed and fixed up her hair before doing her makeup. Her lost-and-found blouse was back, tied up right underneath her breasts, baring her smooth, flat stomach and belly button with lots of exposed cleavage. She still wore her little lost-and-found mini skirt (Hal hoped she would have worn her shorter, flared denim mini skirt) with her heels on. Her bare legs, bare stomach and bare cleavage made her look very bare and exposed and, as before, heads turned and eyes shifted as she bounced over to Hal. "I'm hungry!" she pouted.
"There's an IHOP back at the interchange," he said.
Cody gave a little clap of pleasure and whirled around in the direction of a water fountain. Her little skirt floated up in the back exposing a sliver of her bare bum cheeks as she twirled. When she leaned over the water fountain to drink, her mini skirt rode up, almost exposing her bum cheeks, but not quite. Hal noticed the girl behind the counter staring at her with shocked eyes. Cody whirled around again and bounced back to Hal, pulling at his hand. "C'mon," she coaxed. "I want pancakes!" Hal smiled and let himself be pulled up off the bench.
Out in the parking lot, the cool, morning breeze and Nevada sunshine made Hal feel great. "Beautiful morning!" he said.
Cody squeaked as the cool breeze wrapped around her bare legs and fluttered her mini skirt hem. "It's too cool here for my short skirt n' bare legs!" she exclaimed. "But I actually really liked that pool shower. It was so warm and soft, and I feel so refreshed! If I had a swimsuit, I would've jumped in the pool too."
Hal helped Cody up into the truck cab.
As she climbed into the cab, he leaned forward surreptitiously.
Hal looked up Cody's skirt.
He caught a glimpse of her bare ass cheeks and a bit of her white g-string. He couldn't be sure, but it looked like the g-string didn't give full coverage. It looked like Cody might be partly coming out of it. Hal quickly stepped down, so she wouldn't catch him and walked around to the driver side. He was, as usual, so hard it hurt.
Hal started up the rig and picked his way carefully back out through the maze of non-truck-friendly residential streets to the boulevard before heading south. Cody flipped open her blush container and used its mirror to touch up her makeup. The IHOP wasn't far and Hal managed to find his way off the expressway and line the rig up on the far side of the parking lot.
He enjoyed the gritty sound Cody's heels made against the asphalt as they crossed the parking lot to the restaurant. Cody held her mini skirt down against the breeze with one hand. Hal took her other hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. His throbbing hard penis drove him to seek physical contact with her, to feel her skin, to hold her hand or put an arm on her shoulder. She graciously let him hold her hand, which made Hal's heart flutter.
Hal was party to a scene that had played out many times in his adventure with Cody. The hostess in IHOP stared at Cody's bare legs and mini skirt. Other patrons watched Cody as she walked by, looking at her bare legs and mini skirt. The male server who poured them glasses of water stole glances at Cody's bare cleavage and her bare thighs as she sat in the booth, and stared at her mini skirt. And again, Cody ordered a huge breakfast with eggs, sausages, pancakes and syrup. Hal ordered toast and coffee, and wondered if he could accidentally contract that medical condition he'd heard about involving a permanent erection. He desperately wanted to have sex with Cody again, or at least jerk off about her, all from looking at her so much.
Hal finished his toast, sipped his coffee, and listened to Cody eat. He wondered if boys her age would find it a turn-off, how she ate so ungracefully. He couldn't help thinking that it made the cute little teenager even more cute, and Hal basked in surge after surge of ASMR waves down his head and neck as she attacked her pancakes and looked at him unabashedly.
"So, more trucker life. Basically, we eat, we sleep, and we do a fuck-ton of driving," she said with her mouth full.
"We do what?"
"We drive a lot."
"Yeah," said Hal, "Just like I said the other night. My job is to reach Oakland as fast as possible and get paid."
"Where are we going today?"
"At least to Sacramento. It's a scenic route today. We're going over the Carson Range and the Sierra Nevada north of Lake Tahoe."
"Is it cold up there?"
"It's cooler. But Sacramento will be nice."
"Yay, we'll actually be in California!" Hal nodded, smiling, and Cody glowed with pleasure. The moment seemed to inspire her: she worked her heels off, wiggling them until they clattered to the floor and then tucked her bare legs up onto her seat, bringing up her freshly-bared feet into view. Hal wished he could see over the table between them. He knew in that pose, it might be possible to see up Cody's mini skirt. As it was, he could see her bare feet. Cody pointed her toes. She saw Hal looking at her pointed bare toes and smiled shyly, because she now knew how much Hal liked her feet. Hal looked up and saw Cody watching him with the shy smile on her face. Hal could feel his face heat up in embarrassment. But his thrumming, hard penis hammered away on his psyche.
"You're always pointing your toes," Hal said. Cody smiled shyly.
"It's an old habit from gymnastics. I point my toes a lot, if I'm in my bare feet." She relaxed her toes. Hal's eyes reflexively flicked to her toes as they relaxed. Cody pointed her toes again, hard, as she saw Hal look at them again. He could see the edges of her bare soles wrinkle. The veins in the top of her feet faintly rose as she pointed her toes, and there was a faint squeak as they brushed against the vinyl of her seat. Cody smiled shyly again.
"How long have you done gymnastics?" Hal asked.
"All my life," Cody replied.
"Do you wear a leotard?" Hal asked.
"Yeah, I wear different gymnast leotards. I had a bunch."
"Did you bring any?"
Cody laughed at the question. "No silly, of course not. I wasn't going to do any gymnastics on the road."
Hal smiled sheepishly. "I always thought it was interesting that male gymnasts wear funny pants and a muscle shirt, but female gymnasts kinda wear a lot less."
