Becy Needs a Ride

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,

"I have been waiting a long time for this."

Sitting me down on her bed she kneeled to pull my boots, socks and jeans off. Standing between my legs Becky's wanting eyes held mine as she unfastened the buttons on her shirt. Letting it fall to the floor with rest of the discarded clothes, Becky worked the hooks of her bra sliding it off of her breasts letting them fall free.

Breaking our gaze my eyes lowered, they were everything I had remembered them being in those moments I spent pleasuring myself in the sleeper of my truck.

When she had shinnied out of her jeans I reached up and pulled her down. Together we rolled onto her bed. Arms around each other lips locked and tongues intertwined Becky massaged her hands up and down my back as mine did hers.

Separating for air my hand wandered to one of Becky' tits as her hands stripped off a pair of red panties. Rolling onto her back legs spread,

"I can't wait anymore, I need you now Joe," Becky pleaded.

I got my first look at her sex. A full blonde bush with puffy inner lips peeking out from the middle. My hand went to her muff, fingers parting the moist petals of love.

Raising the hand to my face, I savored the essence of her sex.

"Joe Please," She urged, "I've wanted this for so long. Don't make me beg for it. Let's just do it.

Getting between her legs, Becky reached for my burgeoning Cock rubbing it in the wetness of her slit.

"Do it Joe, put it in me, please."

Granting her request, I slowly eased my erection into the wet folds of her excitement.

"Joe quit teasing me, fuck me dammit," She demanded.

With that I plunged the rest of my cock into her.

"Uhng, yes that's what I want. Don't stop"

As my stroking increased so did her moaning. Becky turned out to be a quite vocal lover. Every time our pubic hair meshed Becky whimpered in pleasure.

Becky's arms circled my neck holding me tightly.

Wrapping her legs around my back, locking her ankles she moved her hips in time with my every stroke,

"That's it, fuck me hard and fast Joe."

Losing myself in the lust of the moment I continued thrusting relentlessly.

Our grunting and moaning reached a fevered pitch when Becky held me even tighter,

"Ahhh Joe I'm there,"

Her body convulsed around my cock and I was there too. My orgasm rushed the length of my manhood spilling into Becky's honeypot. Shaking and quivering amid the moans and groans we held together in the throes of orgasmic bliss.

Finally spent Becky unlocked her ankles allowing me to roll onto my back beside her.

Catching her breath Becky turned her head to me,

"Joe, I wish you knew how much I needed that," she whispered in a mellow satiated tone.

I think I do Becky," I said, "I have been dreaming of this moment since the day we met."

Reaching over I tweaked a nipple, raising a low moan for my effort.

"That was just round one," I teased reaching between her legs. Parting her bush and outer lips two I found her clitoris. As I circled it Beck hips bucked involuntarily. Her whole-body quivering in post coital euphoria,

"Damn that feels good, but you're making me have to pee."

Becky rolled off of her side of the bed and stepped in the connecting bathroom.

She returned with a wet washcloth. Crawling back in bed she took me in hand, the warmth felt good as Becky cleaned my flaccid phallus.

When she finished, she leaned down gave the tip a kiss and fell back beside me.

I drifted off to sleep.

Sometime in the night I was drawn from my slumber by an amazing sensation. It took me a second to realize where I was and what was happening.

Becky had woken up and was taking me in her mouth. I groaned, opening my eyes. Becky looked up taking me out of her mouth.

"Smiling she said, "I woke up to pee, when I came back to bed he looked so needy. I couldn't resist another taste."

Reaching down I helped her slide up my body kissing her deeply. Becky dropped her legs on either side of my hips. Getting her knees under her Becky rocked her hips centering my manhood at the entrance of her moist opening. Becky pushed back impaling herself on my erect member.

A deep moan escaped her lips as she settled on the full length. Sitting up with her hands on my chest Becky built an increasing rhythm rolling her hips back and forth.

"I like the view," I managed as I watched her breasts bounce in time with her riding.

"They need some attention too Joe."

Reaching up, one in each hand I massaged them as they jiggled in my grasp. Thumbs working the nipples I coaxed then to an even harder state.

"Uh, uh, uh," Becky expelled rocking in bliss.

"I'm close," I groaned.

"Do it Joe, give it to me, I want it deep."

I stopped trying to hold back. I let it go filling her with what cum I had left. Joining me in orgasm Becky exhaled,

"Yes, I feel it," she breathed, her body shivering as she shuddered in the grip of climax.

"Wow," she gasped as she collapsed rolling off to lay beside me cuddling into my arm.

"My thoughts exactly," I said as we drifted blissfully back to sleep.

Waking slowly to the smell of bacon I realized where I was. Swinging feet to the floor I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and saw my overnight bag nearby. I padded to the bathroom. After doing my business I reached in the bag for a pair of workout shorts and T-shirt.

Suitably attired I made my way to the kitchen where Becky wearing much the same thing was busy at the stove. The only difference was the blue and white apron.

"Coffee is on the table."

Picking up the still steaming mug I looked at her quizzically.

"Just poured it," She smiled, "I heard you getting up."

Pulling a chair from under the table I sat, reached for an arm and pulled her to my lap. We shared a morning kiss with my arm around her waist.

"Better let me up before I burn your eggs."

Back at the stove, I watched, Becky finish cooking our breakfast while I sipped the coffee. Setting plates on the table Becky took the apron off and after hanging it on a hook seated herself across from me.

Catching me staring at her ample chest Becky looked down at her nipples poking hard against the thin material of her shirt.

"You have your high beams on Becky."

Looking back up, "Joe, you're bad, eat your breakfast you'll need your strength."

Smiling I wrapped some bacon in a half slice of buttered toast and chowed down. Up until then I did not realize how hungry I was. When the food was gone, we put the dirty dishes in the sink and headed for the bedroom.

"Bacon," I called after her, "I thought sure you'd have cooked liver and onions."

Stopping short, she caused me to bump into her. Her elbow came back with a well placed jabbed to the ribs.

Taking her in my arms from behind I pressed my manhood into the cleft of her firm bottom.

Turning out of my grasp,

"Haven't you had enough for a while," She snickered, Let's get showered and dressed I have plans.

She showered first leaving the water on for me. When I got dressed, I found her in the kitchen finishing the dishes

Her plans included showing me around her town. She took me by some her favorite spots, a local park and a few historical sights. The whole time we were laughing, kidding and playing grab ass like a couple of kids.

Lunch, which she insisted on paying for, was at the same place we had dined the night before.

"You're not trying to show me off are you," I queried.

"Ha, you'll never know."

When we got back to her house, I sat her down in one of the Livingroom chairs and pulled off her shoes, pants and turquoise panties. Kneeling between her legs I parted the blonde bush and outer lips.

Pressing my face to her mound I swiped my tongue repeatedly around her folds. As her juices flowed, I eased two fingers inside her. Working them like a small cock I concentrated on Becky's now throbbing clitoris.

It didn't take long for my efforts to produce the desired results. Hips bucking against Becky noisily orgasmed against my mouth.

Leaving her panting in pleasure I went to the bathroom. I came back with a wet warm washcloth and cleaned her up.

When I was done, I told her, "That should hold you for a while, don't you think."

"You just wait Joe, you are going to have to get back in your truck to get some rest."

Later we went out to dinner at a different place. After which Becky took me to a local bar, where we had a drink and several slow dances.

"I'm taking you home now."

It was still early, but Becky had to work in the morning and I had to get back on the road. At her house we went straight to the bedroom. Naked we crawled into bed grabbing at one another.

We made love two more times before falling into a deep sleep that was rudely interrupted by an alarm clock ringing at six in the morning.

"Up and at um Big Boy," Becky exclaimed, slapping me on the ass for effect.

While she readied herself for work, I got dressed.

After a hurried breakfast of coffee and sticky buns the mood was somber as we got in the car and headed for the Truck Stop. Pulling up in front of my truck Becky got out and hugged me, a worried look in her eyes,

"I will see you again won't I Joe."

Kissing her in the most romantic way I knew how I met her eyes with mine,

"You can count on that Becky. You can count on that."

Reluctantly we let go of each other. She got back in the car and slowly drove off looking over her shoulder. I watched her go before climbing into the cab and firing up the big diesel motor.