On the road

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~ Did her aunt and uncle have any idea what Pam was doing in the back of their wagon as they drove down the highway? Probably not, they were pretty oblivious to anything going on around them. Perhaps that was the product of getting old. Pam didn't know, nor did she care. Pam was laying in the back of the wagon, her shorts down around her ankles, the blouse she had been wearing hanging open, no bra. She was using a vibrator on herself, the quiet sound not heard by her aunt and uncle, who were listening to oldies up front. Pam rocked her hips to the vibrator, biting her lower lip to stay quiet as she glides the tip over her swollen and tender clit, almost making herself gasp. Her other hand cups a breast, feeling the fullness against her palm, the pinkened nipple swelling as she caresses.

She was in full view of any of the trucks that went roaring by. All one had to do was glance down either thru the window or the sunroof that her uncle had put in, which was now open wide. Pam wanted to attract attention. She hated her aunt and uncle, she hated this cross country trip they were taking. She wanted nothing more than to be left alone. So, after having seen the number of tractor-trailers on the road, and seeing the attention she tended to get especially when she lifted her shirt and flashed one of the truckers, she decided to give a show, many shows if she had to, and hope that at the next truck stop they decided to have breakfast, lunch, or dinner at, one of the truckers who saw her would be there and she could maybe hook up with one. Anything to get away from, them, her aunt and uncle.

Pam had always had the vibrator. She loved it. Used it as often as she could. She swore her uncle saw her on more than one occassion both at home and even now on the road, but he just watched and did not say anything to his wife. Pam got the distinct feeling that her uncle watched her alot, whether she was making out, or fucking one of her random guys.

Another truck went by, but slowed down a bit. Pam knew he could see her, see that wet vibrator pressing to and massaging her clit, her pussy lips, she shaven bare, open and dripping, she pinching her nipple, rolling the warm peak between her fingers. She knew a truck stop was coming soon, she hoped they would stop. ~

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Pam Minks

18 years old

long pale blonde hair, emerald green eyes

perfect almost pristine pale skin, looks younger than the 18 that she is

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Hi, not sure where this story is going to go, but please PM me before joining. I am interested in a trucker who can post more than a couple of lines, who is descriptive and erotic, perhaps a bit rough as well. Please feel free to add to the story, again I have no idea where this may go. PM me with your ideas.

 

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This story is now closed for Grail and myself, thanks

 

[Grail]

Most people would assume that the life of a trucker would be an exciting one, mainly just because they were able to travel long distances on the road, see so many sights that others would never be able to see in their life, and they were always on the move, hardly getting a day or two off, just driving and living life on the road. For the most part, that was the case for Howard Jenkinson. For ten years he had been driving big rigs all across America. From New York to Sacramento he transported various goods throughout the country, and he enjoyed it for the first couple of years, but then, something seemed to just, die within. He hated driving on the road, and perhaps it was because he never had time to really enjoy a life ever since he became a trucker. He was lonely, frustrated, and the cock he had to stroke every night because he wasn't able to get a half-way decent woman to come along with him on his rides was aching for that sweet, sweet feel of a woman again.

Howard was only thirty-one years old, and he was used to the road right now. He wasn't fat, or chubby either, a part of him always enjoyed staying fit for whatever reason, perhaps it was a look thing. He took his hat off and let his shoulder length black hair flip to the back of his head before putting the hat back on. Underneath his plaid shirt, and his blue jeans, his body was nearly a rock...strange for a trucker, since the stereotypical one was always rather large and jolly. He took a drag of his cigar one last time before he flicked it out the window. Letting the smoke roll out between his lips slowly, his eyes closed for a moment, relaxing in his truck as it drove down the road in a perfectly straight line.

Being on the highway meant that he was not the only one driving on that particular road. It was a two laner, the other side of the highway was seperated by grassland. After a few moments of letting his eyes rest, Howard opened them to see his truck coming up on a vehicle. Upon getting closer, and looking down towards the sunroof with his window down just to see who would be in that sort of a car out of curiousity, Howard's eyes nearly bugged out of his head.

He watched the young woman in the back masturbating nearly furiously, and the two older people up front seemed to not have a clue at all. He continued to blink for a few moments, wondering if the girl would see him at all. He watched for a few moments, trying to keep his eyes on the road, and on the woman at the same time as he watched her drive that vibe around her pussy lips. Taking a deep breath, and swallowing hard, he whistled at the woman sitting in the backseat, and let her get a good look at his face and truck before speeding off.

Thirty minutes later, Howard pulled into the Steaming Beaver truckstop, the only one that would be on a map for miles around. He took his breath, concentrating on composing himself after the little show he had just seen. Reversing his hat on his head, he looked out the window of his truck for a while, wondering if the woman in that car would be gracing his eyes with her presence once more.

((Sorry for the lateness, had to make sure it was good *winks*))

 

[MerciSubmission]

~ Pam heard the rumble of the truck, and slits open her eyes as it comes up upon the slower moving car. She hoped the driver could see her. She slid the vibrator back and forth against her dripping wet pussy lips, letting it slide from the tight opening to her sex back over her swollen clit. If he could hear her, he would hear her soft moans, and gasps of pleasure. Sounds that her Aunt and Uncle seemed to either be oblivious to, or ignoring. Pam didn't care which.

The truck definitely slowed down, so she knew he could see her. See her as she rocked her hips to the feel of the vibrator, see her chest heaving as she took those deep gasping breaths, her breasts bouncing slightly with the motion of the car. She looked up, just as he looked down. They held that gaze for a moment only before He passed the slower moving car. Pam sat up for a minute, taking a look at the truck. It was a striking black and red, hauling a black trailer that said something about auto supplies on it.

Laying back down, the thrill of someone seeing her only enhanced her arousal, and she presses the vibrator to her clit a bit harder, biting her lower lip to keep from screaming out as she came, her body shaking, hips rocking, clit pulsing. She was panting as finally she calmed from the climax, and slowly she pulls up her shorts and buttons her blouse. She was still so wet that the crotch of her shorts got damp, but she did not mind. The orgasm felt good, and was needed. She felt so much better. But she knew that within a couple hours, she'd be revv'ed up to do it all over again.

"Lets stop here" her aunt said in the monotine voice that irritated Pam so much. It was 20 or so minutes later and they were pulling into the *Steaming Beaver* truck stop. Pam had to blink at that name. They parked where cars were allowed, trucks were on the other side of the building. Pam took a quick glance for the black and red behemouth that had passed them, but she could not see it. With a soft sigh, she follows her Aunt and Uncle into the diner. She could see a lot lizard (truck stop whore) roaming over near the trucks and she shook her head. That was not something she would resort to, just roaming truck to truck for a fuck. She wanted to get out of her miserable existance. Not add to it. But if there were a whore there satisfying the truckers, she would not garner any attention. Oh well, maybe the next truck stop. There were many more on this cross country trip. But the sooner she got away from them the better, she thought.

Stepping into the diner, her and her Aunt and Uncle move to sit at the counter. Pam brushing her fingers thru her long blonde hair. She could feel some eyes on her, she had a tendancy to attract attention with her body, and the skimpy clothes she wore. The blouse clung to her breasts, her nipples almost clearly visable beneath the pale material. Her shorts were short, and she had no panties on. and, she was still damp. She wondered if they could smell her scent ~

 

[Grail]

After that thirty minutes of waiting had passed, Howard decided that he had waited long enough, and was quite hungry. Packing up his keys, making sure he had his wallet, and double checking his fuel and oil gauge, he stepped out of the big rig and shut the door with a resounding slam, locking it after he had everything in there neat and tidy. Howard loved his truck, but there was just something about it that he needed to change. A simple, monsterous truck just didn't seem all that fun to him anymore...he needed some sort of game system in there, or, as he thought earlier, someone just to keep him company.

The man strode into the diner and plopped himself down in a booth a bit away from the counter where all the chatter was going on. Granted, he was in his thirties, but he just didn't relate to the old men sitting there, talking about their trucks, what they were shipping, and where to. It always felt to him that it was something that would only drag the trip on, talking about it. As he sat there, the waitress waiting on him would get his order of eggs, toast, and a can of pop. He was rather famished.

He sat there for about five minutes until he finally noticed all the men seemed to have stopped talking for the most part. Looking up to see what was going on from his booth, he leaned out to see...HER. Blinking a few times, and seeing her standing instead of laying on her back. Taking a deep breath of air, Howard sat back in that booth, wondering if she had seen his face or not. Leaning back out again, he sighed softly, his eyes roaming up her body. Building up a ton of courage, he soon was slipping out from that booth, and began walking towards the woman that gave him the best thrill of his life so far.

He stepped up behind her, gently tapping her on the shoulder with a smile. “Hey darling...you probably didn't see my face,” he whispered somewhat into her ear, “But I remember yours, and how much pleasure you were giving yourself.” He stopped talking there, but stayed behind the woman. He placed his hands on her hips, right in the middle of the diner and grinned a bit. “My truck is out in back, we can talk about things over in my booth, if you'd care to join me.” He offered, and promptly wnet back to sit at his booth, waiting to see what she did.

 

[Grail]

((Bump))

 

[MerciSubmission]

~ Pam sat her ass down at the counter, while her Aunt and Uncle sat at a table in the back. She could not see them, nor they her and that was just fine and dandy for Pam.

She ordered herself an iced tea, and sat looking at the menu when she felt a touch to her shoulder, and heard and incredibly sexy voice in her ear.

“Hey darling...you probably didn't see my face, but I remember yours, and how much pleasure you were giving yourself.”

She was not one to get embarrassed easy, not her. She was a flirt thru and thru, but his words indeed did make her feel very, warm, to say the least. He had seen her. He had to be the one in that black and red truck. That was the only one that had gotten so close to her at that key moment, while she was in the back of the wagon.

She felt him lay his hands to her hips. Fingertips lightly touching the skin just above her shorts, where the blouse she was wearing had slipped up a bit.

“My truck is out in back, we can talk about things over in my booth, if you'd care to join me.”

His hands were gone, and she turned to see him walking back to where he was sitting. Brushing back the stray tendrils of her wild hair from her face, she took a last sip of her iced tea and slipped off that booth, following him to where he sat. She did not sit opposite of him, she sat next to him, gliding her body along the seat until she brushes against him.

"what would you like to discuss?" she asked innocently, she heard a whistle from one of the other truckers and a a comment of "I know what I'd like to discuss with her"

 

[Grail]

The wait wasn't long as Howard sat in that booth. As soon as he was joined by the lovely blonde, he put his arm around her shoulder, pulling her in closer into the booth. He had plenty of things he wanted to discuss with her, plenty, and after the initial come on by one other trucker, which Howard just chuckled at, he began to lean closer to the woman, speaking into her ear as if he wanted to keep this just between him, and her. His breath, slightly hot, tickled the woman's ear before he began speaking to her. “As you know, I did see what you were doing in the back of that wagon, baby, and I was hoping that I could maybe...convince you to come along with me in my big rig. I am not sure where you are heading, nor where you live exactly, but I have seen probably every single area of this entire country at least once in the last ten years...”

As he went on with his discussion, his other hand moved from his lap, onto the woman's leg, slowly rubbing up and down that area from the flesh of her thigh, up to the fabric of her shorts, and back down again. “Believe me though honey, I would never do a thing such as hurt you. Truth is, I'm just kind of a lonely truck driver with nothing much to do. I would like to change that, and I believe you might be interested in helping me. What do ya say?” He asked, pulling his lips away from her ear, sitting back in his section of the booth. He was nearly to the point that if she refused, he would offer some sort of monetary means to gain her affections for the rest of his outing.