18 wheels humming on the blacktop and the sun at my back, I was on my way to a much-anticipated stopover in Centerville. Dispatch gave me an extra day to deliver fifty-three-feet of cargo in the trailer behind me.
Becky was elated when I called yesterday to tell her. We shared a lot over the phone in the two weeks since we met. Becky's car had been repaired and a friend from work carried her back to the mechanic to retrieve it. She had not lost any time from work and was off today and tomorrow.
I called Becky and told her I'd be there in twenty minutes.
Backing into a front row spot, I set the airbrakes and shut down the big Detroit Diesel engine.
Getting my logbook out, I saw Becky walking across the parking lot. Her blonde hair waving in the light breeze. Wearing a blue button up and tight jeans she looked just compact and put together as when I'd first seen her.
Opening the passenger door Becky bounced into the cab.
"Give me a few minutes to draw my lines," I said as she leaned across the void between the seats and kissed me full on the lips.
"Take all the time you need Joe, quickly," she chuckled.
Finished drawing my lines, I grabbed the overnight bag I had thrown together, reminded Becky to take hers and dropped down from the cab. Becky met me at the front of the truck. Leading me across the parking lot, around the main building to the Four-Wheeler parking area. Becky pressed a button on her key fob. The lights on a nearby blue Chevy Malibu lights flashed.
"Meet Molly Blue, the reason we met," she said, as we tossed our bags into the back seat.
"Malibu, Molly Blue, I get it, Hi Molly," I replied, playing along, as I folded myself into passenger side.
Fastening my seatbelt and remembering how we met I teased,
"I don't have any money for the ride, but I can pay in other ways if I have too."
Reaching a hand across giving my thigh a firm squeeze, Becky burst out laughing, "Damn right you have to. You are in my ride now Joe."
Becky turned out of the parking area toward downtown.
A few blocks down she tuned across the oncoming lane into a parking lot filled an assortment of cars and pickup trucks.
"Popular place," I said as Becky parked.
When we got out, Becky hooking her arm in mine steered me toward the entrance.
"You behave yourself Joe, people know me here," Becky giggled gouging me with a light elbow in the ribs.
"Best behavior," I promised.
Taking a corner table, we looked over the menus.
Setting two water glasses on the table the server eyed me approvingly and quipped,
Picking up strays are we now Becky."
"Just the good-looking ones," Becky retorted with a smile. And a wink in my direction.
Becky ordered fried chicken while I opted for the sirloin. Rare.
"I guess they do know you," I told her when the server was out of earshot.
That remark got me another playful jab in the ribs.
Between bites, and her hand on my thigh, we talked our way through a wonderful dinner. When we were getting up to leave Becky grinned,
"Steak Joe, when I'm done with you tonight, you'll wish you ordered the Liver and Onions."
"Challenge accepted," I laughed leaving a hefty tip on the table and heading to the cash register.
Back in the car Becky leaned over, took my hand pulling it to her breast. She kissed me hard and sensually while I felt an already hard nipple as I kneaded the firmness of her flesh.
Breaking to gasp a breath Becky exhaled, "I better get you home before I make you take me right here in the backseat."
Minutes later Becky turned into the driveway of a nice Ranch Style home. I saw a few neighbors out watering or just sitting on porches.
"Give them no mind," Becky told me.
"Why," I asked, "Are they used to seeing you bring home good-looking strays."
Another elbow. Harder this time.
Becky got her mail from the curbside box as I took our bags from "Molly's" back seat.
Stepping in the front door Becky told me to drop the bags right here, we won't be needing them for a while.
Taking me by hand she led me down the hallway. Becky urgently ushered me into the master bedroom.
"You're in my world now Joe," Becky chuckled as she turned down the covers on a large bed.
Becky came into my arms. Our open lips met, tongues tangling in the eternal dance of lust. Working the snaps of my western shirt she pulled it apart, planting a myriad of kisses on my chest.
I gasped as she swirled her tongue around my nipples. Pulling the shirt from my pants she slid it down off my shoulders dropping it to the floor.
Kissing me full on the lips again, Becky busied her hands between us undoing my belt. Hands on my hips Becky slid my pants down.
Placing a firm grip on my already erect phallus Becky gave it a squeeze,