Well here it is, almost the last chapter of this story. The last part will be up next week, Iâm just about finished. This part and the last part of the story were co-written by a very special lady without whom you wouldnât be reading this. Enjoy!
James spent the first hour of the car ride eying Shannonâs sexy body, while trying to keep up with their conversation. His eyes shifted from her long, tanned legs, flexing and shifting over the gas and clutch pedals, which were left bare up to her thighs by her short, white mini-skirt, to her pendulous breasts held in check by her tight black blouse, to the beautiful perfection that was her face, her high cheek bones, her large, dark eyes, her long brunette hair, slightly curled and in a ponytail.
After some time Jamesâ stomach growled loudly. Shannon looked at him and smiled. She loved the way this young man couldnât keep his eyes off her. It sent a thrill through her, a tingling between her legs. Yet mixed in with that feeling of lust was one of motherly affection for the eighteen-year-old sitting beside her.
âSounds like someone is hungry, should we stop at this truck stop up ahead?â
âYeah I guess so, I could eat some greasy trucker food,â James laughed.
To the patrons of the truck stop, nothing was strange about this black car pulling into the parking lot. But when the door opened, every trucker worth his beard took notice. One long leg at a time, they all gawked as Shannon stepped out of the car. She reached skyward to stretch after the long drive. The truckers drooled as her chest rose with her arms, the large and soft globes obviously unfettered by any bra. The black fabric clung to Shannonâs breasts and held them tight as her outstretched arms lifted them. With her back arched like a catâs, she bared a bit of tanned midriff, and her white mini-skirt accentuated her tight, round ass and her toned, runnerâs legs seemed to go on forever.
âGoddamn, that sure would make my trips a lot more fun,â one trucker said, his eyes burning a hole in one of the most perfect asses heâd ever seen.
âBet she could suck your soul out through your dick, look at those lips,â another said.
All their compliments stopped when they saw James step out behind her. To them, he was just another lucky bastard kid that had lucked up and scored the mother load.
âCan you believe this shit, that kid looks like heâs still in high school? That woman needs lovinâ only a real man could give her,â one of the truckers said.
The truckers all quieted down when Shannon and James entered and seated themselves at a table in the corner.
Shannon scanned the room out of the corner of her eyes, trying not to be noticed. She realized that every trucker in the room was doing the same thing she was but they were all starring at her. All the attention sent a little shiver down her back. Shannon had never in her life had so many men starring at her. She could almost feel the testosterone in the air. Being the object every man in the truck stop desired did fuel Shannonâs growing self-appreciation.
âMaybe you shouldnât have dressed soâŚâŚ.provocatively,â James said, looking over the menu with a blank expression.
âWhy do you say that?â Shannon said, knowing all too well what a skimpy outfit can do to men.
âBecause you probably look like fresh meat to all these guys. I bet every last one of them would just love to get you naked in the back of their rigs,â James said, a smile forming at the corners of his mouth.
Shannon blushed; the thought of being taken by one of these men had crossed her mind briefly. Not that she found any of the men attractive, but there was something about the thought... Shannon rubbed her leg against Jamesâ. âMaybe I should ask one of them to show me their big truck,â Shannon said.
âNot on my watch,â James said, rubbing his hand over Shannonâs smooth thigh.
The two ate their meals and talked for about an hour at the truckerâs expense before they were ready to leave.
âIâll just be a minute, need to go to the bathroom. Iâll meet you in the car?â James asked.
âOk, Iâll get the tip,â Shannon said.
After she had left a tip on the table Shannon started toward the door. She looked around, noticing that all the truckers were still starring at her ass. âCanât blame them I guess, dressed like this, Iâd be surprised if they didnât stare,â she thought to herself. Right before she got to the door Shannon was seized with a very naughty idea. She dropped her purse on the ground, making sure to gasp loud enough for everyone to take notice. Stopping, she slowly bent over to pick it up. Her heart fluttered quickly and her pussy started to get wet. Because she didnât bend at her knees, her mini-skirt slid up the backs of her shapely thighs, stopping at just the right spot to give all the truckers a view of the very bottom of her ass. She could feel her thong tighten across her freshly shaved pussy lips and wondered if any one else could see those plump lips between her legs. After taking longer than usual to pick up her purse, she went out the door and got into her car. She felt her pussy on fire with the knowledge that there wasnât a soft cock in that truck stop.
A minute later, James hopped into the car and off they went. âIâm glad weâre out of that place, guys were giving me the creeps,â James said.
âYeah, I wonder what got into them?â Shannon said, arranging her large breasts in her blouse.
âYeah, I wonder,â James laughed.
The couple drove for two more hours before stopping at a little motel on the side of the interstate. âWait here and Iâll go pay at the front desk,â Shannon said.