A Truckers Rhapsody
I first saw her walking across the truck parking lot from her truck… I had to admire the way her ass molded itself to her blue jeans and her medium sized tits bounced sharply inside her tight cotton top. She strolled by my truck running fingers through her waist length brunette hair, and I nearly salivated at the sight of her bright red nails, imagining them clasping onto my thighs as she sucked my dick into her velvet mouth. She smiled secretly about something as she walked, and I stared at her body until she disappeared through the front door of the truck stop. I released my throbbing dick from the tight constraints of my jeans and began to pump myself slowly, letting the precum lubricate my palm. Within no time, imagining her blowing my thick member and with my cum all over her pert lips, I had cum into my palm. My orgasm was so powerful I was left gasping for breath, and it was then I knew I had to have her, willing or no.
I sat there in the truck, my cum getting cold in my hand as I waited for her to come out of the truck stop. Eventually I saw her come out the door, and I scrambled to clean myself off. I hopped out of the cab and pretended to be polishing my wheels when she strolled by. I stood up and smiled at her invitingly. “Hey there, baby doll, how you doing today?” I said in what I thought was an inviting manner. She just looked at me in disdain and kept walking. My fists clenched with rage and I snarled softly, watching her ass sway as she went back to the truck. As I watched I became lost in fantasies of her, and time slipped by. About 20 minutes later, my buddy, who I had been waiting for, tapped me on the shoulder. I spun around and saw his goofy grin and grinned back, elaborating my plan. As I outlined what our evening would entail, he smiled wickedly and his hands started clenching and unclenching. All we had to do now was wait for time to pass and the sun to set. My cock was already hard again just thinking about what the night had in store for us.
We went in to eat dinner around seven, and as I was sitting there with Hank I saw her come in with an older mans arm around her shoulder. I frowned and nudged Hank to look behind him, as they sat down across from one another. I couldn’t take my eyes off her firm looking tits, the way they rose and fell with each breath and the way her eyes sparkled as she talked to the old fart at the table with her. We finished our dinner up and left, walking back out to my truck to wait. They came back out just after dusk, and walked to the back row to their truck. I looked at Hank and shook my head. “What are we going to do about her husband?” I asked, rubbing my throbbing dick. Hours of hardness had made it sore, and my temper was short. Hank shrugged and said to leave it up to him, so I did. Around nine, we got out of the truck and strolled back to her truck, which was parked in a back corner. I looked up and saw that the cab curtain was closed. I snuck around behind the cab and hid from view as Hank knocked on the door softly. I could see the cab moving around and then the door opened to reveal the face of the older man, I would say in his early fifties.
“Can I help you?” He asked, and then Hank went through the sob story we had created about his being a Nam Vet and running out of cash, and could the old trucker loan him some money. “Sure, I used to be in the service myself, let me climb back here and get my wallet.” He said. As he was climbing back Hank took out the tire thumper I had given him and knocked him on the back of the head. I heard a soft grunt and then the mans arm and shoulder slumped out of the door.
I rushed up to the door and hissed at Hank to hurry as we shoved him back in the truck and hastily crawled up behind him, closing and locking the door. I looked around the dark cab, letting my eyes get used to the light, and then saw a form sprawled on the top bunk, snoring softly. By the large mounds under the covers where the chest was I could tell it was Her. I helped Hank get the old man into the passenger seat and tie him up with some straps from the headache rack behind the truck. Once he was secure, and I had checked to make sure he was still alive, I stepped into the back of the truck, smiling softly. My heart raced in my chest, beating so loud I could almost hear it echoing in the cab of the truck. Her snores continued uninterrupted as I took the few steps to the bunk of the truck and looked up. She lay on her back, twisted sideways towards the wall, with her breasts sticking up in the air and her legs sprawled out. Her nipples were semi hard, and I could see them poking gently through the think fabric of her nightgown.
Hanks breath was hot on my neck as he looked up at her. “What kind of husband would let that sleep up there? I would have that tight ass in bed with me, pleasing my every wish.” He said, grunting softly when her chest rose again, outlining her nipple. I nodded, my cock throbbing in time to my heart as I drank in all her details. Her long hair lay half off the bunk, cascading in a waterfall through the air, and her red nails rested relaxed against her cheek, curled by her mouth the way a child sucks its thumb. She looked all innocent laying there, snoring. I reached up and slowly slid the light blanket down her stomach to reveal all of her chest area, then slowly and stealthily slid is down and over her thighs. I had to stop short there, and catch my breath. Her flimsy nightgown stopped right past mid thigh, and her legs we spread open to reveal the creamy inner flesh on the path to heaven. I fought with myself to not reach out and slide that gown up and see what was underneath, and continued to slide the blanket down her legs to reveal painted toe nails the color of her finger nails. Her feet were small and delicate, and then I stepped forward, putting my mouth as close to her nipple as I could get it, and breathed out, running my tongue across my lips. I could see her nipple getting harder as the cool air hit her exposed flesh and I flicked my tongue out to barely touch the tip, resting it against her nightgown and feeling the nipple peak. My mouth worked slowly and then she stirred. She rolled towards us, putting her hands under her chin and her short gown crept up to reveal a nice thick mound covered with flimsy pink lace panties. Hank grunted again and I was mesmerized by the sight of her pussy lips outlined in her panties. I leaned over and tilted my head up and inhaled, smelling the pleasant musky scent that rested near her thighs.