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I was on the road again. At the moment I was travelling across the Nullarbor Plain in South Australia.
My name is Bruce, I'm a 38 your old truck driver, with a bit of a beer belly in front of me, and a divorce behind me. These days, my truck is about the only home I've got. I can live with that.
It was late afternoon, I'd had to get out a little while ago and change a tire. As a result I was hot, sweaty, and dirty. I needed a long hot shower, and a long cold beer, and I didn't really care what order I got them in. I kept going. I was looking for the next roadhouse and bar.
I hadn't been paying much attention to the distance markers, so I wasn't sure how much further I had to go. After about another hour, I saw a sign telling me the place I wanted was only about another half an hour away. "Thank bloody Christ for that!" I shouted out loud.
I pulled the truck into the truck parking area, did the paperwork to keep the heavy inspectors happy, then shut down the truck. This place is set up to meet the needs of the travelers who constantly cross back and forth across Australia. Truck drivers, Caravanners, Backpacker, Tourists. All sorts really. There was the roadhouse, with showers, toilets, and a restaurant, There was a bar. A few simple motel rooms, and a basic rudimentary caravan park.
I got out of the truck, and grabbed my soap and a towel. Shower first, then beer.
I had a long leisurely shower, and washed off all the sweat and grime from the day.
Then got dressed in clean singlet and shorts, and after dropping my toiletries back at the truck, I headed to the bar. "G'day mate, can I get a pint of pale ale?"
"Sure mate, two secs,eh." the barman said as he finished filling the dish washer with glasses.
I looked around. A young backpacker couple, with dreadlocks and worn out clothes. The blonde chick did have lovely little titties though. Another truck driver, probably in his early sixties, and about twice as wide as he should be. He was eating a steak that would do a family of five. He also had a load of chips and eggs on his plate that would feed another five. I'm guessing he would die of a heart attack before he reached retirement age.
The only other people in there were a couple of grey nomads. He was about sixty but looked older, and was also overweight, he was drinking beer. His wife would have been in her fifties, probably early fifties. She was drinking a cider. Very slim, attractive, a pretty face, she would have been a real beauty in her younger days. Her hair would have been blonde when she was younger, but was now more grey than blonde, but it was still thick and lustrous. Like the little backpacker chick, this woman had lovely little titties. "Here's yer beer, mate," said the barman.
I took a long deep pull on the beer. Half the glass was gone before I lowered it back down on the bar. "Hey Mate, can I get a feed?"
"Sure, what can I get you?"
"Chicken schnitzel and salad, hold the chips."
"No worries, about fifteen minutes."
I went back to looking around the bar. The grey nomads were sitting at a table, talking. I looked over at them, and found her looking back at me. I gave her my best smile, and winked at her. She blushed and looked away, but I could see she was smiling to herself.
The backpackers were playing pool, she bent forward to take a shot. Her worn out top fell forward allowing me an uninterrupted view straight down the front to her untethered little titties.
Damn, I wouldn't mind sucking on those for a while.
Looking back at the older couple I again found her appraising me. "Barbara, did you hear me?" her husband asked.
"Yes Gary, of course I heard you. And you are right. An extra day resting here won't do any harm, and we can check out the whale watching flights while we are here."
She got up to go to the ladies, I gave her a proper looking over. Small firm titties, a very slim waist, nicely rounded hips, and a beautifully rounded bum. She really was a very attractive woman all over. She walked back into the bar, but instead of going back to her table she walked up to the bar and stood next to me. "You are a truck driver aren't you?" she asked me.
I said, "Yes, I'm a truck driver. Did the blue singlet and shorts give it away?"
She laughed, "I guess so."
"Barbara. You have a beautiful laugh. It matches the rest of you perfectly."
"OK, How do you know my name?"
"Sorry, overheard you and Gary talking."
"Oh. OK. And thank you, that's nice of you to say."
I looked over at her husband, "You should probably rejoin your husband, he is giving me a very unhappy look, and I don't want him coming over here and beating me up." I said.
"His unhappy look isn't aimed at you." She said, then gave me a warm smile and went back to her husband.
The barman came out with a plate. "This one's yours, mate." he said to me.
He placed the plate in front of me, along with cutlery, and salt and pepper shakers.
"Beauty, Thanks, and can I get another beer when you're ready"
While he was getting me another beer, I started to eat. The big, old, truck driver lurched up out of his chair and headed for the door. The young backpacker chick bent over to take another shot, and I enjoyed the view of her pretty titties again. She missed the shot, and lost the game. They decided to call it a night, and headed out the door to their camper.
I looked across at Barbara and Gary again, Barbara was looking back at me again.
She is definitely interested in me, I thought. Gary was looking at her, and he still didn't look happy.
I finished eating and pushed my plate across the bar, "Thanks mate, my complements to the chef."
"I'll pass that on, she'd be tickled at the idea that somebody thinks she is a chef. She's actually just an eighteen year old back packer" He laughed
"I've got no complaints, she cooked the chicken to perfection. I've seen so called trained cooks that could fuck it up."
He took the plate and gave me the thumbs up.
A voice behind me said, "Would you like to join us?"
I turned around, it was Gary, he indicated their table.
"If I'm not imposing," I said, I stuck my hand out, "My name's Bruce, Pleased to meet you, Gary."
He took my hand and shook it with a firm handshake. "Pleased to meet you too." he said. "and, no, you're not imposing."
He led me to their table. "Barb, Honey, his name is Bruce."
Barbara stood and hugged me, "Hi Bruce, Please join us."
The fact that she actually hugged me surprised me. She is definitely interested in me.
I wondered where this was going to lead. Or was I wrong and she was just one of those extra friendly people you occasionally meet. My brother once had a girlfriend who was like that. To greet you she would hug you and give you a wet sloppy kiss on the lips, but there was nothing in it. She was just a physically demonstrative kind of person. Was Barbara like that?
"I'm going to get another beer, Barbara, can I get you another?"
"Barb, Please, or Babs. Barbara sounds so formal."
"Sorry, can I get you another, Babs."
"Cider, please."
"Gary?"
"No thanks Bruce. I'm not allowed to drink too much."
I went up and got another beer and a cider for Babs.
As I put her cider down she reached for it and wrapped her fingers around my hand along with the bottle, "Thank you." she said, smiling up at me.
We sat around the table and talked about traveling, they asked where I normally drove to, and I explained that I drive to where ever I could find a load. I'm not restricted to any particular places.
I asked where they were from and where they were headed.
"We started in Sydney two years ago" Gary said, "Now we just head anywhere we find interesting."
"Gary almost died two years ago. After surgery, chemo and radiation. We decided life was too short to waste it." Babs said. "We want to see as much of Australia as we can, while we can."
"So, You all good now, Gary?"
"I'll live. It'll be a few years before the doctors give me the all clear, but they say I will make it. As long as I look after myself."
"So where to from here?" I asked
Babs said "We plan to rest here for a couple of days, and hopefully take in a whale watching flight while we're here."
"It's still pretty early in the season I believe, but you might get lucky." I told her.
Gary got up to go to the toilet.
I told Babs I was surprised that he invited me to join them considering the unhappy look I got from him when she spoke to me earlier.
"Like I told you before, the unhappy look was not aimed at you."
I said, "What, is he unhappy with you?"