During the previous three months, I had taken time off in Centerville several times. I was on my way through there now with barely time to stop and take a leak.
That was okay as you will soon see. I called Becky telling her I was about forty-five minutes away.
When I wheeled into a pull-through parking spot I jumped down and took my relief behind the fuel tank. Walking back toward the front of the truck a small white Nissan four door coupe pulled up. Becky got out of the passenger side and rushed into my arms.
A chubby brunette got out of the driver's side and opened the trunk.
"Joe, this is my friend Anette," Becky said reaching into the trunk and pulling out a duffle bag.
My pleasure," I said, tipping my ball cap, as Annette took a smaller duffle out.
"Take good care of her Joe," Annette said closing the lid.
"Ha, I won't be the one that needs looking after Annie," Becky told her. "See you in two weeks."
"I'm sure," Annette said as she ducked back into the car and drove off.
"Joe, I haven't slept a wink since we planned my going on the road with you for my vacation."
"Let's get your stuff on board and get rolling, I have a tight schedule to keep."
Tossing her bags into the truck Becky followed them up the steps and into the seat that would be hers for the next 14 days.
I had already been driving for eight hours, but I fudged the logbook to show I was just coming off an eight-hour break at Centerville. I had ten hours left to get the load of cargo delivered on time. It was going to take some serious trucking, but I had done it before, nothing new here.
I pulled out of the truck stop, took the on ramp running the up through the gears to road speed and set the cruise.
Reminiscent of our first ride together, Becky turned in her seat pulled her shirt open and bra up letting her breasts fall free, "Here's your down payment lover."
"Ha, put those away," I told her, "We won't have time for that for a while"
Becky let a fake frown of disappointment screw up her face as she put the thirty-eights back in their holsters and concealed them with her shirt.
"There's extra hangers in the closet and I cleared one of the drawers for stuff you want to keep handy while we are on the road,' nodding over my shoulder.
"Later," she said, "All I want to down for a while is watch you drive and the scenery."
I asked her if she was hungry. Not yet came the reply, "I'm sure I'll have to pee by the time we get to the pullout."
As the miles fell behind us Becky told me how much she needed a vacation. She liked her job a lot, but it was time for a break. She had a good team and the business could survive without her for a few days. She also had her cell phone to handle any emergency that might come up.
A few hours later I signaled an exit, geared down and slid into a pullout on the opposite side of the interstate from the one we stopped at on our first ride together. I got out, stretched, walking down the side of the truck looking at the load seal, tires, air and electrical connections.
When Becky finished her business and was back in the truck, I took her place for mine. Stopped for less than five minutes we were back on the big road making good time.
I asked if she had brought anything to occupy her time during all of the hours she'd be riding. Becky didn't answer, instead she reached into the smaller bag and pulled out a skein of yarn and a crochet needle.
"I have a couple of nieces I want to make some things for. I think I'll finally have time when we're not busy back there, nodding toward the sleeper."
I told her that was a stone-cold fact. It would be miles and miles of boredom interrupted by moments of pleasure.
We were about two hours away from the receiver when Becky went back, maid us some sandwiches and her a drink. Me, I poured the last cup of coffee from the thermos I keep on the floor next to the shifting lever.
They were ready for us when we rolled up to the gate. The Security Guard checked my shipping papers, went to the back of the trailer, coming back with the now broken seal in his hand. He signed off that it was intact when I arrived and directed me to a numbered dock on the south side of the warehouse.
I pulled around, lined up to back between two other trailers and set the brakes.
Becky followed me to the back of the trailer. I showed her how the cargo lock worked, swung the doors open and latched them to the side of the trailer.
You don't have much room to back this big trailer in there Becky observed. Never do, I told her as we climbed back aboard.
She leaned forward trying to see in the passenger side mirror.
"Becky, I need you to sit back in the seat and let me use that mirror."
Putting the transmission in reverse I slipped the clutch slowly backing the trailer into the narrow space. Sometimes I surprise myself. Rarely do I get it the first try without at least one minor adjustment pull up. This was one of those times. As the trailer nudged against the loading dock bumper Becky said damn, you're good.
Just lucky, I said as we dropped back to the ground. I pulled the air hoses and electric cord securing them to the back of the cab. I showed her how the landing gear worked. When they were run down firm to the ground I reached under and pulled the 5th wheel lock lever unlocking the truck from the trailer.
Easing forward the 5th wheel tilted and the trailer settled its weight on the ground. Free of its tonnage the trucks air ride releveled itself.
We checked out through the gate where the guard assured me, they would call when the trailer was reloaded with out-bound freight. A process that would take at least ten hours. I deliver to and ship from this warehouse a lot. I bring in parts and haul out assembled products.
Turning left I drove down the road to the Walmart. I came to a stop as far from the store as I could park and set the brakes. This where we would live for the next several hours.
I pulled the front privacy curtain around the driver's window on its track to the center of the windshield. It hung between the dash and steering wheel. I showed Becky how to pull her side around to the middle where she stuck the Velcro pieces together.
Making sure the doors were locked, I hooked my seatbelt through the door handle and buckled it in place. Catching my, probably unnecessary at this location security precaution, Becky did the same. Old habits I thought to myself.
"Damn," I said bouncing off the walls from all of the caffeine, "I'm tired but still to wired to sleep yet. It's been an eighteen-hour run."
"Joe, get your ass back in the bunk, I'll help you with that."
Not one to argue I stripped down to just my underwear stretching out on the mattress. Those too, Becky told me, pulling her shirt off over her head, next came the bra falling to the floor next to the shirt.
When I was completely naked Becky took some baby wipes from a package, I kept handy on the dresser. Sitting next to me Becky took hold of my manhood. As she gently washed it with the wipes it increased in size. When she was satisfied it was clean enough, she dropped the towelettes in the trash and ran her tongue from the base up over, around the head and back down.
Her hand stood it up from my stomach as she looked up at me, eyes gleaming. With a smile she slowly eased her mouth down my shaft. With tongue swirling the underside she came up and then back down a little farther this time. Before long Becky was taking my full length with each plunge.
Her momentum increasing, my mind wandered back to the first time Becky had me in this position. It was the same warm, wet mouth, but it felt different this time. More sensual maybe, I couldn't quite grasp the added sensation I was enjoying.
She's good and I was getting close. With her hand stroking it, giving her mouth a break, Becky in a sultry voice said, "Joe, you know what to do."
Indeed, I did. When she put her mouth back to work bobbing the full length in and out. I had no desire to hold back. My body tensed, telling her I was about to cum.
Waves of body trembling pleasure radiated out from my groin as my seed rushed up my shaft exploding in Becky's mouth.
