I opened the door to my Freightliner, tossed the bag of clean clothes into the cab and climbed up after it. Settling into the driver's seat I took stock of things. I was rested, had a decent meal, a clean shower, full fuel tanks and had done my laundry. Now it was time to roll.
Drawing the lines necessary to bring my logbook current there was a rap on the driver's door. Glancing out the window and down a woman with blonde hair, western shirt tucked into tight blue jeans and clutching a small bag was standing there looking up at me.
Lot Lizard I thought to myself as I rolled the window down a bit.
Reaching the grab handle she pulled herself up onto the running board mounted on the side of the fuel tank.
"Sorry lady, "I'm leaving. I don't have time or the money".
Confusion clouded her face briefly until it dawned on her what I was thinking.
"I'm not a Hooker, I'm stranded. My car broke down and I need a ride if you are going through Centerville."
Her destination, about six hours away, was on the way to my shipper. I figured what the Hell, I could use the company. I told her to go around and climb aboard.
The air seat adjusted to her weight as she nestled a small bag on the floor by her feet,
"I don't have any money, but I know the rules, I can compensate you in other ways if I have to."
Intrigued by her carnal admission, especially since I hadn't even mentioned any form of payment. I scratching my lines tossing the book into an overhead cubby.
I asked how she ended up here at the truck stop. She said she had been to visit a long-distance boyfriend. They had not been long distance until her employer offered her a transfer to a different facility. Her previous location was downsized and if she wanted to keep her job she had to relocate.
She had gone to surprise him on a few days off. She got pissed the minute she got there. Catching him, as she put it, with his dick in some other broad's throat.
Miserable and heartbroken she was headed back home. She almost made it to the truck stop when her car broke down. Desperate to get back before her next shift, losing her job was out of the question.
I told her to buckle up as I moved the shifter into gear and released the air brakes. Slipping the clutch, I rolled slowly out of the parking space turning to exit the parking lot.
"I don't have do anything before we go," she questioned as we made our way onto the ramp. Picking up speed I ran through the gears merging the big truck and fifty three foot trailer onto the Interstate.
I chuckled a bit as we came up to freeway speed, "Well if it makes you feel better you can make a down payment."
Biting her lower lip, she tugged at the snaps on her shirt.
Turning toward me, she opened it pulling a well-worn white bra up and over her breasts. Springing forth they dropped down a bit. My loins stirred as the cool air teased some firmness into the brown nipples.
"How's that"?
"Nice," I replied as my right hand reached across cupping the left one. With a thumb gently rotating her nipple I caressed it fully erect. My fertile mind noted there were no tan lines.
When we hit the outskirts of the city, I took my hand back to the wheel setting the cruise control for 72 miles per hour.
"You can put them away now," I told her.
Adjusting the bra down over her tits she fastened her shirt and faced forward.
As the miles fell behind, she said her name was Becky. I told her mine asking her if she was hungry.
"Like I said," She replied, "I ran out of money getting my car towed to the shop and haven't eaten since I left Centerville yesterday".
"Look over your shoulder," indicating a white box behind my seat, "It is a refrigerator. I have plenty of food, drink and there are snacks and chips in the cubby right above it. Help yourself".
Releasing the buckle on her seatbelt, Becky stood and moved into the sleeper area of my truck. After rustling up some food Becky asked if she get me anything before returning to her seat. I'm good I told her.
She must have been hungry. She had made two sandwiches stacked with meat and cheese, had a bag of Chips and a bottle of unsweet tea.
She frowned when I glanced at the plate, "I didn't take too much did I"?
"Not even Becky," I replied, "Have as much as you want".
Cracking the cap on the tea Becky took a long swig of refreshment,
"It will just cost me extra", she said, with the first bit of a smile I had seen so far.
Setting the bottle in a cup holder on the door Becky picked a sandwich from the plate and began eating in earnest.
As she ate she looked apprehensive.
"What's on your mind," I asked her as she swallowed the last of her first sandwich.
"I am grateful for the ride and the food," She said, "I'm just a little concerned what I'm going to have to do for it".
I told her not to worry, "I have a planned bathroom stop about half way there, how about we talk about it then".
She nodded and as the miles rolled by, we went back to small talk. I could never believe she was in her early forties, been married once and had two grown children. Becky had experienced life, both good, bad, up, down and was willing, sometimes reluctantly, to do what she needed to get by.
Becky had the last of her chips and tea as I told her about myself.
An Owner Operator for nearly thirty years, divorced with three grown kids creeping up on fifty and this truck was my only home.
"Looks like you are still in pretty decent shape as well," She added.
When we were not chatting, Becky had her head turned toward the passenger window watching at the houses, farms, fields and livestock roll past at 72 miles per hour. I could only imagine what she was thinking, sitting there in silence.
"How much longer before we stop Joe," she asked with a little squirm, "I'm going to have to pee real soon".
I told her it was about twenty miles up the road and not be disappointed too much when we got there. Becky's expression was priceless.
"It is not a truck stop Becky, or even a real rest area," I said, "It is that large parking area, off the interstate, for drivers to park and sleep, if they need to. We'll have to pee outside".
"Oh, I know the place," She said and broke into a laugh, "I don't mind, I have done it outside many times when we used to go camping".
A few minutes later I was gearing down and signaling my intention to pull into the parking area. I parked as close as I could to the far side parallel with a barbed wire fence that bordered the pullout. Maximum privacy for a female passenger I thought.
