"Yeah, this is my baby." She said.
"I love it. It's the perfect truck." I told her.
"Originally, it was my boyfriends but after he split, I took over the payments and now she's all mine."
"I just wasn't expecting someone like you to be driving a truck like this." I said.
"What did you expect?" "I'd have some dainty, pretty little thing?" She laughed
.
"Growing up in British Columbia, we used to go off road all the time as kids." "It's in my blood and besides, when the snow falls around here in the winter, if you don't have a truck, you're stuck."
I don't know what it is about a petite woman and a jacked up truck, but she just got even sexier than before. We climbed up into the cab, and headed out into the city. I started to realize just how many really big trucks were around. We talked more about her childhood and growing up here in Anchorage for several years before they moved. Her father was offered a job in Nelson, British Columbia. I found out that she was also adopted and had three older brothers. Her father worked at the local mill, along with two of her brothers. The youngest of the three went off to college and was working as a chemical engineer somewhere back east. As for her, she didn't want to be stuck in a small northern mill town for the rest of her life. She fell in love with a guy named Rob in high school, who ended up flying float planes for a living. He was offered a job in Fairbanks, and eventually, the two of them settled down in Anchorage. Then along came Tiffany, who pretty much lured Rob away from Nikki. They eventually moved back down to the southern states somewhere. She remained pretty tight with the local pilots in the area.
"Whatcha thinking about?" she asked, breaking me out of my thoughts
.
"Just admiring the scenery." I responded with a smile.
I looked her up and down and thought to myself, how the hell could someone just walk away from her? There was obviously something wrong with him. She just looked over and smiled. Her window was open and her long hair was blowing around. She looked like a goddess to me. We pulled into a parking lot, down by the waterfront. We climbed out and I once again smelled the wonderful fresh salty air. There was a gentle breeze blowing in from the ocean. Nikki came around the truck and hooked her right arm through my left. There was a small little pub in front of us. It looked like one of those out of the way places where if you never saw it, you would have no idea it even existed. Above the door there was a faded wooden sign that read "The Flying Beaver." Above that was a carved wooden beaver with wings.When we entered the pub, I was taken aback by the rustic interior. It had a huge bar that looked like it was made from huge slabs of cedar and fir. Nikki and I sat down in a booth at the far end of the bar and ordered some drinks. I took off my leather jacket and made myself comfortable. Nikki looked up over the candle light that was burning in the center of our table, and noticed my tattooed arm for the first time.
"So what's the story with the tatty, if you don't mind me asking?" she enquired.
"Can I see it a little more closely?" She asked?
"Yeah, sure." I said.
She got up and walked over to my side of the booth and sat down. She took my left arm in hers and closely examined it. She ran her finger slowly over the full length and bit her lip. My arm twitched and goose bumps started to rise from her delicate touch. I could feel the pressure in my jeans starting to build. I looked up into her beautiful blue eyes and seemed to lose all sense of reality. There was no other place in the whole world I wanted to be right now, but right here. I told her the story of my multiple tours in the Middle East, and the incident which claimed the lives of my brothers. I went on to explain my rehab, my discovery of the sister I never knew I had and my trip to Alaska to find her. When I was done, Nikki was staring at me with those beautiful blue eyes. There was a tear rolling down her right cheek. I reached up and wiped it away. I could see that she was emotionally shaken by my story. She quickly threw her arms around me gave me a warm hug. I could still hear her emotions in her breathing.
"I'm so sorry." She said with a whisper. "I couldn't imagine ever having to go through something like that."
The embrace lasted for several minutes. I couldn't help but smell the scent of her hair. It seemed to be a combination of exotic fruits and flower extracts. I have never smelled something so wonderful before. I did not want this moment to end. She released her embrace and sat back.
"It's not your fault, so please don't apologize." I responded.
"I could really use that drink right now." She whispered.
As the night rolled on, I met a lot of her close friends who were regulars at the pub. Most of them were some of the best bush pilots in the country, with amazing stories to tell. I don't think Nikki and I bought one drink that night. I tried, but was told my money was no good here. The bartender behind the bar kept sending us drinks all night. They called him Lil' Mike. He was anything but little. He stood about 6'4", and must have been at least 300 lbs. or more. He had a shaved head with several tattoos across his skull and one of the biggest, bushiest flaming red beards, I have ever seen. This was one scary looking bushman and built like a brick shithouse. I found out later that him and Nikki and him were tight. He watched over and protected her like a little sister. Throughout the night, Nikki and I became closer, and more affectionate towards each other. By the end of the night, we were having trouble keeping our hands to ourselves. We decided to call it a night, I looked at my watch. 01:17 am.
"You got somewhere you gotta be?" she asked me.
"Nope, just curious." I replied. "Besides, the night is still young."
"Oh really." Her eyebrow raised up. "Just what are you insinuating, huh?"
By this time, all my inhibitions were completely gone. I knew exactly what I wanted, and I was going to take it. I grabbed her around the waist with my left arm and pulled her closer to me. I slid my right hand behind her head and kissed her as seductively as I possibly could. She didn't resist, she just let out a faint whimper as our lips touched. I swear there was a spark. Maybe it was static electricity, or maybe it was the raw animalistic desire between the two of us. I could taste the rum on her lips, they felt exceptionally hot to the touch. Her lips were on fire, maybe she really was a goddess. My heart hasn't beaten this fast since I was in the Middle East, pinned under the armored vehicle. She suddenly pushed me away from her, looked me in the eyes and got up from the booth. I was a little perplexed as to what was going on.
"We need to leave now!" She demanded.
I thought to myself, did I step over the line? Was I too aggressive? She grabbed my hand and pulled me up out of the booth. I only had enough time to grab my leather jacket, before she literally tore my arm out of its socket.
"Bye Mikey." She yelled and blew him a kiss.
"Later Nikki." He yelled back.
We tore through the pub like it was on fire. We made it out to the parking lot in record time, and got to the truck. She grabbed me, spun me around and forced me up against the driver's side door. She looked me straight in the eyes with this wild hunger I haven't seen in a long time. A smile rolled across her lips.
"Now who's being the aggressor?" I asked.
"Do you have any idea how wet you're making me? She asked.
I grabbed her by the waist picked her up, spun her around and pushed her up against the truck door. I smiled and said "No, but I'm planning on finding out."
"Oh really, is that so? She replied.
"Yes, that is so." And with that, I leaned in and kissed her passionately.
Just then the rain started to fall down around us. It started off light but within minutes, it was a torrential down pour. She wrapped her legs tighter around my waist and started to grind into my already swollen cock. I reached up and grabbed a handful of her hair. Pulled her head back to expose that beautiful neck. I left her lips behind and worked my way to her left ear. I slowly made my way down her neck and started to bite her. She let out a loud audible groan and dug her nails deeply into the back of my neck. By this time we were soaked to the bone but didn't care. The heat coming off our bodies was probably evaporating the rain as soon as it hit us. She whispered in my left ear, between her moans that it was time to head back to the hotel. I released my grip on her and lowered her to the ground. Our t-shirts were now soaked and clinging to our drenched bodies. It didn't leave much to the imagination. I could see her ivory colored bra clearly through her shirt. Her nipples were standing at attention. She pulled her keys from her pocked, and I heard the familiar "chirp" of the alarm being deactivated.
She tossed me the keys and said "You're driving."
"You remember the way back, right?" She asked.
"Yeah, I believe so." "Why am I driving?" I questioned her with a grin.
"Because I'm gonna need my hands free on the way back." She replied with a mischievous smirk.