Jenni is stranded and trying desperately to keep her panic under control. With an inoperable car and a dead cell phone, Jenni locks herself in her car and prays that a tow truck or CHP will find her. An acquaintance from her past resurfaces at this desolate rest stop on Hwy 5 and forces her to rethink her past and reshape her future.
I needed to get to Pendleton, Washington for my best friend Pam's bridal shower and here I was, stranded. To make it worse, I was out of range, and none of my cell phone calls could go through. I was becoming desperate fearing I wouldn't be able to get the car fixed in time for me to get back on Hwy 5 and drive the six hundred miles to Pendleton. I didn't want to miss her shower let alone the wedding that would follow a week later; I was the maid of honor.
Fortunately, a nice family stopped, and when I explained what had happened, they gave a jump to the car battery, and I was back on the highway in ½ an hour. I thought everything was going to work out until I heard a rough grinding sound and an awful sputtering noise coming from the front of the car. I managed to make it to the parking lot of a rest stop before the car totally gave out. I sat in the car, trying to get a signal on my phone so I could call for a tow or at least get ahold of Pam and tell her what had happened, but it was useless. Big trucks were in and out of the rest stop, and a couple of them even stopped and asked if I needed a lift. Being a woman alone on the highway like this, I was too afraid to take them up on their offers and so I sat there, locked my doors and hoped that a highway patrol car would come through eventually.
Two hours later, I was still sitting there waiting, angry and exhausted. I saw a blue and silver 18-wheeler pull into the lot and park on the other side of the road. I could see the driver, it may have been my imagination, but I thought the driver was watching me. He sat in his rig for almost an hour, once he got out to smoke a cigarette and then got back in. The second time he got out he smoked another cigarette and when he finished his cigarette, he dropped the butt, ground it out and started across the road toward my car. When I looked up and saw him crossing the road I impulsively relocked the car doors as a sense of panic flooded over me. I turned my face away from the window, again trying to get a signal when I heard a sharp tapping on the driver side window. I turned and looked at the man standing next to the car smiling. He was tall, muscular, clean-shaven head, and maybe a two days growth of stubble. He had large, brown, wide set eyes, long almost feminine eyelashes, full lips and of all things, a deep dimple in his left cheek. He was actually very handsome, and I think the mistake I may have made was equating handsomeness to mean non-threatening.
I lowered the window, and he leaned into the car and asked me what the problem was.
"I'm not sure, it started acting funny, but I managed to nurse the car here before it went completely dead."
"Tell you what, pop the hood and let me take a look," he said.
I popped the hood and he went around to the front of the car and looked in. I got out, walked around, and stood next to him as he bent over and fiddled with the wires under the hood. He finally stood up wiping his hands on a stack of paper napkins I had gotten out of the glove box.
"Oh, by the way my name is Mike, Mike Vickerson, he said, extending his hand."
"Hi, Mike, my name is Jennifer Brooks, and I want to thank you for helping me."
"Well, it's no problem; I had to pull in here anyway. Ok, now the bad news is there's nothing I can do to get your car running . . . it looks like it might be the distributor cap and you'll need to get a truck out here to tow it someplace."
"Oh, damn, how long do you think that will take? I've got to be in Pendleton by tomorrow afternoon for my friend's bridal shower and at this rate, it doesn't look as if I'm going to make it. I can't even get a signal to call a tow truck."
"Well, how about this. I can give you a lift to the next town and you can arrange for a tow truck and wait until your car is fixed. Or I can take you on into Pendleton since I'm headed all the way North on Hwy 5 anyway, and you can pick up your car on your way back after the wedding," he suggested.
I gave him a suspicious look but decided he was a nice guy, "Oh Mike! Would you do that for me? Thank you, thank you," I gushed.
"It's no problem Jenni, I'm sorry, Jennifer, it's my pleasure, and I promise . . . no funny business. Get your things and put them in the cab up front."
"Please, call me Jenni, all my friends do," I said with a broad smile.
I left my car with a note on it for the CHP and tow truck driver authorizing him to tow the car to the nearest repair garage. It was already getting dark, and I planned to contact a tow company the first thing in the morning.
*****
I got my suitcase out of the car and climbed into the cab of his rig, a mammoth 18-wheeler, feeling quite safe, I settled into the seat next to Mike. The next town or actually the next truck stop where we could get gas or food was probably another 100 miles north. We spent the time talking and getting to know each other a little better. Mike was a long haul driver, primarily on the west coast, and as it turned out, we were from the same small town in Northern California. I hadn't known him directly, but he was a cousin of someone I had gone to high school with. Though I didn't remember him, I had apparently run into him a few times at parties or other gatherings in town. We laughed over the coincidence.
Mike said he'd probably drive until we reached the truck stop where we would stay over, eat, shower and sleep for a few hour before getting back on the road. He thought he'd have us rolling into Pendleton around 3pm.
It had been a tiring day and after about an hour or so of the hypnotic movement of the rig, I reached a point where I was literally fighting to keep my eyes open. Feeling comfortable with Mike I finally gave in and closing my eyes fell into an exhausted asleep.
I don't know how long I slept, but I remember dreaming about the wedding. In the dream, I was changing clothes and there was someone in the dressing room with me, helping me. I could feel their warm hands on my breast teasing and fondling them. My body seemed to relax and melt into a big, comfortable leather chair, and I became aware of the sensation of fingers between my legs rubbing, stroking as I quietly moaned and whimpered in my sleep. It felt good; I didn't want it to stop. My dream person (I don't know what else to call them) slowly opened my legs wider and my hips began to rise and lower when fingers were eased into my pussy. As the fingers stroked in and out I could feel a warmth building in my stomach.
My eyes fluttered open and I sat there sleepily looking about the cab trying to get my bearings in the unfamiliar surroundings. I caught my breath as the fingers brushed over my clit sending shivers through my body. When I turned, despite the dark cab, I saw it was Mike leaning over me his warm, moist mouth sucking at my tit as he continued to finger fuck me.
When it registered what was happening, I screamed and tried to push him off me.
"Stop screaming Jenni, I don't want to hurt you . . . but I will if you don't shut the fuck up."
"Go to hell you son of a bitch" I shouted as I slapped at him hard across the face. I managed to get the door open, jumped out, fell, but managed to get up and take off running. He had apparently pulled off Hwy 5 onto a service road and I kept stumbling as I ran down the dark, gravel road thinking, 'if I can get to the highway, I have to get to the highway.' I looked back trying to see him and just when I thought I had gotten away, I felt his hand grab the back of my blouse, practically ripping it from my body. I fell forward, my exposed breasts scrapping and bruising on the dirty, gravel road. Mike grabbed me by my arm and yanking me to my feet, shook me like a rag doll.
"You little bitch, don't try that again! And then, take your god damn clothes off . . . all of them," he shouted at me.
I looked at him confused, not sure if I understood what he had said. "What? What are you talking about?" I asked.
"I said take your clothes off. If you try to run again, you'll be running down the highway butt ass naked."
"No, no I won't take my clothes off," I said will a little less bravado.
"Get 'em off Jenni, or do you want me to take 'em off for you?"
I didn't know what to do and so I slowly began to strip down to my bra and panties.
"Take them off too," he said pointing to my underwear. He took my clothes from me, and I stood there naked with my head down unable to look at him, not wanting to see the leer on his face or the massive hard-on springing to life in the front of his pants.
Damn she was a good looking woman, Mike thought to himself. His eyes took in everything, her full, high breasts, small waist, rounded womanly hips and a smooth, shaven mound. He didn't mean to stare, but couldn't pull his eyes away. His balls ached, when before she quickly covered herself he saw her perfectly symmetrical pale pink outer pussy lips protruding slightly from between her legs. Their puffy smoothness protectively covering her darker pink inner lips that poked through like delicate flower petals.
"Get back to the rig," he ordered.
I turned and started back toward the truck. When we got to the truck instead of opening the passenger side door, Mike opened the door to the middle sleep compartment.
"Get up there," he said.
"No, Mike please don't do this, please," I begged him tears brimming in my eyes. I knew what was going to happen when he got me back there.
"Do what Jenni?" he asked with a sarcastic smirk.
