Note from the Authoress: For any one who has read the Julie Journals will know I always mention that my stories are a mixture of fact and fantasy. This story is not part of the Julies Journals and whilst the content is fantasy the characters are fact. This story is dedicated to a very lovely lady I have chatted to who gave me this idea.
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"Bloody piece of shit," Julie cursed as steam began to curl out of the bonnet (hood) of the rented car. Just as Julie thought she was going to have spend the night in the desert she spotted signs for a roadside café in the distance. Nursing the car through the last few miles Julie limped into the truck stop and the car shuddered to a halt amongst the large trucks parked up.
Julie couldn't resist kicking the car as she got out into the burning midday sun and picking her battered leather valise from the boot (trunk) she walked into the truck stop. Although she felt dirty and scruffy Julie was conscious of the eyes that followed her to the bar and she knew that the thin cotton summer dress she was wearing left little to the imagination. After collected a handful of change from the cashier Julie proceeded to have a frustrating conversation with the car rental company who advised her that there was nothing they could do until the following day. Slamming the phone down Julie muttered out loud, "Marvellous and I have a flight to catch in Vegas at midday tomorrow."
Returning to the bar to order a coke Julie became aware of a looming shape by her shoulder. "Can I help you ma'am?" the American drawled and looking up Julie saw a large overweight man in a cowboy hat leering at her. He was surrounded by his friends, most of who were trying to stare down her top at her 40c breasts.
Julie signed softly and decided that discretion was the better part of valour and put on her best girlie voice. "Gee" she drawled in an almost sarcastic way, "My car has broken down and I so need to get to Vegas by midday tomorrow," as she fluttered her eyelids and allowed her breasts to heave under the flimsy material.
As Las Vegas was some 9 hours driving away the group of truck drivers were reluctant to take her although many were offering a ride for a ride and other ideas to pass the time. None wanted to seem to disperse but as the banter continued Julie realised with a sinking feeling that the likelihood of getting to Vegas was rapidly diminishing. Just as she was about to give up hope a voice from the back of the crowd said, "I'll take ya."
The crowd parted to reveal a woman dressed in a low cut pair of jeans and a t-shirt with cut off arms. Julie looked at her and saw a fresh-faced woman of about 30 whose happy open face was framed by her short brown hair. Although not as tall as Julie her muscles were well defined and her small breasts poked against the t-shirt. Sticking out her hand the woman announced "Lisa" and returning the shake Julie replied "Julie." "Great" Lisa laughed, "lets get out of here before you are devoured by these sharks."
Stepping out into the heat the two women walked toward a giant rig and Julie was amazed when Lisa began to climb up into the cab. "What did you expect" Lisa laughed, "I am a trucker after all."
Julie climbed up and sat in the cab and was pleasantly surprised to find the cab roomy and nicely furbished. Jabbing a thumb over her shoulder and a curtained partition Lisa said, " the sleeping quarters are back there, a little cosy but we should be OK."
Julie looked at Lisa's profile and decided she had a face you could trust and started to relax a little. Looking above the windscreen Julie noticed various pictures of women with messages scrawled on them like 'to Lisa with love Mandy' and 'thanks for the ride Sally.'
Noticing Julie's gaze Lisa announced in an open and even tone, "some of my girlfriends," before adding, "I am a lesbian in case you hadn't worked it out." Julie smiled as although she lived with a guy she had also had more than one fling with another woman. Not revealing her thoughts at this stage Julie smiled as she said, "at the moment you are an angel taking me to the airport."