It was a little after 2 in the morning, on a sultry Louisiana night when the big black Kenworth pulled up in front of the tiny, hole in the wall truck stop. The truck idled with a soft rumble as the driver wearily opened the door and climbed out. She was tired from the long miles and wanted nothing more than a hot shower and some coffee, maybe something to eat. It had been a bit since she had eaten.
A bit on the tall side for a woman, she stood just over 5' 10'', but she was well muscled from lifting and loading her truck. She had worked long hours to be able to buy her own rig and become an independent driver. Now, she could enjoy the freedom that owning her own rig afforded her. She chose what loads to take, and where she went. She ran a callused hand through her spiked hair and squinted through the bright lights at the tiny building. Man, how she hoped they had a shower that worked.
She stepped into the dim interior of the building, and made her way to the counter. She sat on one of the counter stools, and eyed the waitress that looked like she had run a marathon recently. She was a beauty; any fool could see that, even through the disheveled hair and worn expression. The flaming red hair that framed her face, and those blazing green eyes couldn't be ignored.
Donna, at once no longer as tired as she had been, stuck out a calloused hand and said, "Hi, pretty lady, my name is Donna. You got a working shower here? It's been a long stretch of road today, and I really need a shower, before I crash."
The waitress took the offered hand and blushed slightly at the comment. "We have showers out back, but they ain't the cleanest things you ever saw. If you like you can use the shower in my trailer. It's about a quarter mile up the road and a lot cleaner"
Amused by this invitation, Donna smiled and said "Do you invite every trucker to your house for a shower?"
The waitress said, "Just the really hot ones. My name is Gina by the way. Want some coffee?"
"Well, Gina, that sounds great. I want coffee and a late night special, and I'll be back in to claim them as soon as I get cleaned up a bit." With that, she walked back to her idling truck and climbed into the sleeper. She pulled out the bag of clothes and toiletries she kept packed for late night showers, and walked out in back of the truck stop to the shower house.
The musty smell of long dampness prevailed as she stepped into the shower room, and you could see that the room had seen better days. There was mold in the corners, and the whole place needed scrubbing.
She chose a shower cube and locked the door after checking to see that there were no glory holes that needed to be covered. She had no use for men, and she certainly didn't need any of them spying on her while she was in the shower.
She stood in front of the full-length mirror, and slowly stripped the black t-shirt from her well-muscled frame. She wore no bra, as she didn't need one. She looked at herself in the mirror, 'Am I hot?' she thought to herself. She didn't know. All she knew was that in every truck stop she came to there was at least one pretty little piece that would follow her, puppy like to her truck sleeper for the night. She liked it that way, just fun, no strings.
As she stripped out of the black skintight jeans she wore, the bulge in her boxers became more evident. She liked the look of it that way, kind of at half mast, and looking for action. She peeled the boxers down and the black leather of the strap on harness shone in the light from the overhead bulb. The hard rubber dildo that had made the bulge now bounced to its full 9-inch glory.
She stepped back just to watch it bounce a bit and was as always fascinated by the way she felt connected to that hunk of rubber. When some chick was going down on it she swore she could feel the soft lips on it, the gentle suction, the warm wetness. When she was fucking some young truck stop cutie, she felt it sink into the warm depths, and she knew she felt the tight, hot cavern as it engulfed her.
A sigh escaped her lips as she reached behind her and released the buckle that held the contraption on. It slipped down her boyish hips and she stepped out of it. She examined the leather, noting that it was getting time to clean it again. It built up a lot of dirt just from her wearing it all the time. She folded it up and laid it on the bench next to the bag of clothes and stuff she had brought in.
From the bag, she retrieved a couple of towels, shampoo, and soap. The towels she laid on top of the strap on. She picked up the soap and shampoo and stepped into the shower itself. She turned the water on, and stood back as it warmed to her liking.
When it was steaming, she stepped into the hard spray. 'At least, there is good water pressure and it's hot' she thought to her self, as she ducked her head under the water. She started by shampooing her dusty blond, spiky hair,then she picked up the soap and washed her body. She spent time on her nipples just because it felt good, and an equal amount of time washing the tiny patch of fuzz between her legs. 'Hmmm, guess I should shave' she thought.
She stepped out of the shower and dried her hands; a slight shiver ran through her as the cool air of the room hit her skin. She rummaged around in the bag and finally found her razor. She looked a bit deeper in the bag and found her one luxury item, a can of sensitive skin shave foam.
Items in hand, she stepped back into the steaming shower. She soaped her armpits and shaved the stubble there, and then she turned to her soft mound. She lovingly spread the foam across the hair on her pussy lips. Noting that she was getting increasingly turned on as she did so. Usually, she just ignored these feelings when she was in the shower, but there was something different tonight. Gently, she stroked the razor across her mound, up and down until there was no trace of hair there. The hot water pounded on her back and shoulders as she shaved, effectively massaging them. It felt good.
She examined her pussy with her fingers making sure that there was no trace of hair left there. Inadvertently, she let a finger slip inside and was amazed by just how wet she was. Could it be that the face of the young waitress had done this much to her? Was it the fact that she'd been on a hard push for a week and hadn't bothered to pick up any girls lately? Or it was probably a mixture of these things.
Thinking to herself that she really needed sex, she absently let her fingers play in her sodden pussy as she stood under the pounding spray from the shower. She didn't really realize what she was doing till she felt the first twinges of orgasm. Then she realized she now had both hands in her pussy, one slipping in and out of her steaming hole, and the other working her clit at lightning speed. Her breath came in short gasps as she neared her peak. She was close, but couldn't quite make it over the edge, when the red headed waitresses face popped into her mind. Thinking that it was her hands busy in her steamy pussy, she gasped once and fell back against the shower wall. Her orgasm was hard and sudden. It took all her strength to stay on her feet.
As she came down from the euphoric high, she soaped her hand and washed the last of the girl cum from her inner thighs and pussy.
Feeling surprisingly refreshed after the shower and the much-needed release, she gathered her shower items and stepped out, turning the water off as she did. She picked up one of the towels and rubbed her hair dry, tossing this towel to the floor; she stood on it while she dried herself with the second towel. She reached into her bag and pulled out a box of talc. She always used talc on her hips where the harness laid, to keep it from chaffing and to keep it from sticking on hot days.
Lovingly, she picked up the harness, rubbed more talc on the inside of it, and slipped it back into place, securely snapping the buckle in back.
She dressed in almost identical clothes to the ones she took off; boxers, skintight black jeans and a sleeveless black t-shirt.
She gathered her stuff back into the bag, and stepped out into the main shower room. Standing there was the redhead. A look of amusement on her face.
