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NAME: Arthur Stillman
OCCUPATION: Long Haul Truck Driver
MARITAL STATUS: Never been married
RELATIONSHIPS: A few, lasting 6 months or less
FINANCIALS: Owned a few hundred shares of stable stocks(retirement fund portfolio approx.$95,000.00) Net worth approx. $135,000.00
RESIDENCE: Lived in his truck and stayed at truck stops,...sometimes laid over in a motel waiting for a load.
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: 28 year old cuac/male 5' 11"/185 lbs/smooth dark skin, covered a muscular steel hardened body/large hands calloused by 10 years of unloading his own cargo.
HAIR: Shaved head from time to time.
EYES: Dark brown-flecked with gold when the light hit them at a certain angle.
HEALTH: Excellent
EDUCATION: Ninth grade.
IQ: Above average.
MENTAL AND EMOTIONAL MAKE-UP: Tired of the road,...tired of the lies and deceptions of the women in his past, always going somewhere with his truck, never going anywhere with his life. No hopes, ...no dreams,...no aspirations, just plodding along day after day, week after week, month after month.
CHARACTER: Calm, confident, experienced, but those who knew him, had seen his temper unleashed a few times over the years, and they would all say,..."Ya don't wanna fuck with Art!"
QUIRKS: He always wore a ball cap, except when sleeping or taking a shower. Hated to sit in a too small tub(most tubs were)
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Mae and I had been friends for many years, hell it's been so long I can't remember when I first met her. Mae was kinda like a sister to all her trucker friends, 38 years old and still took in more tips than the younger, prettier gals.
Saying our goodbyes, I left the Petro truck stop on I44 and headed out to pick up my load.
It was gonna be one of those days, I could tell. I pulled into the chicken plant in Neosho, Mo. last night to pick up a load of chicken headed for Ontario, Ca. at the
As I pulled into the chicken plant, I mentally noted there were no other rigs parked on the lot waiting to be loaded, and right away,...I smelled trouble. It's just kinda the feeling ya get when you know a place ain't 'JUST RIGHT'. I quickly punched in a message to dispatch, Slipped the Qualcomm out of its bracket and punched in, TIME OF ARRIVAL: 21:42(my appointment was for 22:00 hrs),but I had kinda cut it close by letting Mae talk me into having ONE more cup of coffee.
Opening my door and rolling out I checked in at shipping. Sure enough, they informed me the plant had been shut down by USDA food inspectors, and my load had been cancelled.
I was tired anyway, so I messaged dispatch that my load was cancelled, tossed the Qualcomm back on the seat, and nose dived to the bunk. Six hours later, I woke up feeling as tired as I had been when I hit the sack, but I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep any longer, so I sat up, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, and got dressed.
The company truck I drove was not a flashy rig, but it was the best the company had to offer. A'90 Freightliner with a stand up walk-in sleeper, it had ample room to stretch out, lots of compartment storage space, and a 3/4 size bunk. It was the best rig I had ever driven.
When they assigned me the truck,...first thing I did was buy a custom made mattress for it, and that mattress was my pride and joy. I then bought an oversized, ac/dc portable TV/VCR at a truck stop and lashed it in place where I could watch it and drift off to sleep.
Parting the sleeper curtain, I stepped forward to enter the cab noting the red light *BLINKING* on the Qualcomm, indicating dispatch had sent me a message. I settled in behind the steering wheel and reached for the Qualcomm. Yep,...they had found me another load to Ontario, and it wasn't that far away. Rogers, Ar.,...just across the Mo/Ar line. I turned on my lights, set the 4 ways to flashin', and hopped out to do a quick pre-trip inspection, kicked my tires and eased my bladder.
Crawling back up in my seat, I released the brakes, put it in gear, and eased the rig in a tight circle to exit the parking lot."BRRR",it was a cold assed February morning, and I headed for a quick cup of coffee. Just south of town, I knew there was a fresh pot being made at a small restaurant open 24 hours with big rig parking. Pulling in, I set my tractor brakes, idled up the engine and walked inside.
Beverly had just come on shift, and sure enough, there she was, brewing up a couple of pots of 'Rust your Guts'. Upon seeing me, she let out a happy squeal, and rushed into my out spread arms. I had ~nailed~Bev a couple of times, and we were good together, had a lot of fun with her. She never asked for money, but I always left her a $20.00 tip(which she cuffed)every time I came through, and I had been through Neosho a hundred times.
We chatted while she kept my coffee cup full, and busied herself checking to make sure the gal she relieved had stuffed the napkin holders, filled the salt and pepper shakers, etc. I finished my third cup of coffee, said bye to Bev, and when she stepped up to give me a quick peck on my cheek, I slipped a twenty in her hand, winked and headed for the door. As I walked out, I heard her say,"Hey Art, come on back when you can stay a little longer, ok?" I chuckled and threw her a wave as the door closed behind me.
Pulling out and heading south on US 71,I noticed daybreak was quickly coming, soon this main artery for north and south bound traffic in this neck of the woods, would be humming with four wheelers headed to work,taking the kids to school, and big rigs moving in tight little groups.
As I neared the little town of Goodman, Mo. I felt the three cups of java telling me I wouldn't make it to Rogers before they wanted out. Seeing a little pull out on the west side shoulder of the road up ahead, I started down shifting and slowing my speed. I noted the darkened run down shanty close to the highway, but on the other side as I pulled to a stop and set my brakes.
I hopped out, set my Thermoking to -0 degrees, flipped the auto start switch on ,and walked to the other side of my rig to take leak. I had learned many years ago to not take a piss facing my rig leaving my back exposed to an ambush, and being a creature of habit, stepped in between the tractor trailer, faced away from my rig, and unravelled "Bambi".
Bev had given my penis that nick name the first time we had sex. When we were all finished, and she was twisting her torso back into her snug fitting jeans, reached
back one last time to grasp my 10" tool with both fists, and lightly kissing the cum from the bulbous pink head said,"Now Art,... you take good care of ~Bambi~ for me, and come back to see me real soon,...ok?" I asked her, "WHY 'BAMBI', hell,...it sounds ridiculous to me!" She answered with a wicked grin,"Oh Art, because the name fits, it's such a "DEAR"! I roared with laughter, and the name stuck in my mind ever since.
Unzipping my pants, I heard the thermoking starter engage and sluggishly begin to crank the old engine into life. Starting my stream, I heard the CHUG popCHUG*POP*pop*pop*pop *pop*pop* of the old motor shudder and shake into a coughing, sputtering semblance of running. Finishing up, and tucking 'Bambi' back where he lay half cocked at all times, I was also relieved to hear the thermoking settle into a smooth, hi-speed idle and start getting the trailer temperature down toward -0 degrees.
Climbing back in through the open door, I hesitated briefly,...sniffing. I couldn't quite identify the smell, it was just kinda,...well hell, I don't know how to describe it,...kinda fresh,...or clean smell. I thought to myself,"Well just the smell of the Missouri Ozarks I guess."I closed my door,... released my brakes, put Freddy in gear,...and headed for Rogers.
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NAME: Arthur Stillman
OCCUPATION: Long Haul Truck Driver
MARITAL STATUS: Never been married
RELATIONSHIPS: A few, lasting 6 months or less
FINANCIALS: Owned a few hundred shares of stable stocks(retirement fund portfolio approx.$95,000.00) Net worth approx. $135,000.00
RESIDENCE: Lived in his truck and stayed at truck stops,...sometimes laid over in a motel waiting for a load.
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: 28 year old cuac/male 5' 11"/185 lbs/smooth dark skin, covered a muscular steel hardened body/large hands calloused by 10 years of unloading his own cargo.
HAIR: Shaved head from time to time.
EYES: Dark brown-flecked with gold when the light hit them at a certain angle.
HEALTH: Excellent
EDUCATION: Ninth grade.
IQ: Above average.
MENTAL AND EMOTIONAL MAKE-UP: Tired of the road,...tired of the lies and deceptions of the women in his past, always going somewhere with his truck, never going anywhere with his life. No hopes, ...no dreams,...no aspirations, just plodding along day after day, week after week, month after month.
CHARACTER: Calm, confident, experienced, but those who knew him, had seen his temper unleashed a few times over the years, and they would all say,..."Ya don't wanna fuck with Art!"
QUIRKS: He always wore a ball cap, except when sleeping or taking a shower. Hated to sit in a too small tub(most tubs were)
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IC:
Mae and I had been friends for many years, hell it's been so long I can't remember when I first met her. Mae was kinda like a sister to all her trucker friends, 38 years old and still took in more tips than the younger, prettier gals.
Saying our goodbyes, I left the Petro truck stop on I44 and headed out to pick up my load.
It was gonna be one of those days, I could tell. I pulled into the chicken plant in Neosho, Mo. last night to pick up a load of chicken headed for Ontario, Ca. at the
As I pulled into the chicken plant, I mentally noted there were no other rigs parked on the lot waiting to be loaded, and right away,...I smelled trouble. It's just kinda the feeling ya get when you know a place ain't 'JUST RIGHT'. I quickly punched in a message to dispatch, Slipped the Qualcomm out of its bracket and punched in, TIME OF ARRIVAL: 21:42(my appointment was for 22:00 hrs),but I had kinda cut it close by letting Mae talk me into having ONE more cup of coffee.
Opening my door and rolling out I checked in at shipping. Sure enough, they informed me the plant had been shut down by USDA food inspectors, and my load had been cancelled.
I was tired anyway, so I messaged dispatch that my load was cancelled, tossed the Qualcomm back on the seat, and nose dived to the bunk. Six hours later, I woke up feeling as tired as I had been when I hit the sack, but I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep any longer, so I sat up, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, and got dressed.
The company truck I drove was not a flashy rig, but it was the best the company had to offer. A'90 Freightliner with a stand up walk-in sleeper, it had ample room to stretch out, lots of compartment storage space, and a 3/4 size bunk. It was the best rig I had ever driven.
When they assigned me the truck,...first thing I did was buy a custom made mattress for it, and that mattress was my pride and joy. I then bought an oversized, ac/dc portable TV/VCR at a truck stop and lashed it in place where I could watch it and drift off to sleep.
Parting the sleeper curtain, I stepped forward to enter the cab noting the red light *BLINKING* on the Qualcomm, indicating dispatch had sent me a message. I settled in behind the steering wheel and reached for the Qualcomm. Yep,...they had found me another load to Ontario, and it wasn't that far away. Rogers, Ar.,...just across the Mo/Ar line. I turned on my lights, set the 4 ways to flashin', and hopped out to do a quick pre-trip inspection, kicked my tires and eased my bladder.
Crawling back up in my seat, I released the brakes, put it in gear, and eased the rig in a tight circle to exit the parking lot."BRRR",it was a cold assed February morning, and I headed for a quick cup of coffee. Just south of town, I knew there was a fresh pot being made at a small restaurant open 24 hours with big rig parking. Pulling in, I set my tractor brakes, idled up the engine and walked inside.
Beverly had just come on shift, and sure enough, there she was, brewing up a couple of pots of 'Rust your Guts'. Upon seeing me, she let out a happy squeal, and rushed into my out spread arms. I had ~nailed~Bev a couple of times, and we were good together, had a lot of fun with her. She never asked for money, but I always left her a $20.00 tip(which she cuffed)every time I came through, and I had been through Neosho a hundred times.
We chatted while she kept my coffee cup full, and busied herself checking to make sure the gal she relieved had stuffed the napkin holders, filled the salt and pepper shakers, etc. I finished my third cup of coffee, said bye to Bev, and when she stepped up to give me a quick peck on my cheek, I slipped a twenty in her hand, winked and headed for the door. As I walked out, I heard her say,"Hey Art, come on back when you can stay a little longer, ok?" I chuckled and threw her a wave as the door closed behind me.
Pulling out and heading south on US 71,I noticed daybreak was quickly coming, soon this main artery for north and south bound traffic in this neck of the woods, would be humming with four wheelers headed to work,taking the kids to school, and big rigs moving in tight little groups.
As I neared the little town of Goodman, Mo. I felt the three cups of java telling me I wouldn't make it to Rogers before they wanted out. Seeing a little pull out on the west side shoulder of the road up ahead, I started down shifting and slowing my speed. I noted the darkened run down shanty close to the highway, but on the other side as I pulled to a stop and set my brakes.
I hopped out, set my Thermoking to -0 degrees, flipped the auto start switch on ,and walked to the other side of my rig to take leak. I had learned many years ago to not take a piss facing my rig leaving my back exposed to an ambush, and being a creature of habit, stepped in between the tractor trailer, faced away from my rig, and unravelled "Bambi".
Bev had given my penis that nick name the first time we had sex. When we were all finished, and she was twisting her torso back into her snug fitting jeans, reached
back one last time to grasp my 10" tool with both fists, and lightly kissing the cum from the bulbous pink head said,"Now Art,... you take good care of ~Bambi~ for me, and come back to see me real soon,...ok?" I asked her, "WHY 'BAMBI', hell,...it sounds ridiculous to me!" She answered with a wicked grin,"Oh Art, because the name fits, it's such a "DEAR"! I roared with laughter, and the name stuck in my mind ever since.
Unzipping my pants, I heard the thermoking starter engage and sluggishly begin to crank the old engine into life. Starting my stream, I heard the CHUG popCHUG*POP*pop*pop*pop *pop*pop* of the old motor shudder and shake into a coughing, sputtering semblance of running. Finishing up, and tucking 'Bambi' back where he lay half cocked at all times, I was also relieved to hear the thermoking settle into a smooth, hi-speed idle and start getting the trailer temperature down toward -0 degrees.
Climbing back in through the open door, I hesitated briefly,...sniffing. I couldn't quite identify the smell, it was just kinda,...well hell, I don't know how to describe it,...kinda fresh,...or clean smell. I thought to myself,"Well just the smell of the Missouri Ozarks I guess."I closed my door,... released my brakes, put Freddy in gear,...and headed for Rogers.
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Sienna
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JoJo Newlins
Age: just 18 years.
Looks: long blonde hair tied back into a tight pony. Pale skin with distinctive frekkles on her face. 5'4" and slim build with hazel eyes. She wore a baseball cap with the distinctive logo of the "Miami Dolphins" AFC.
Status: Runaway. Running from a harsh father and weak mother who never seems to understand her anymore. Grades at high school/college too far behind to even contemplate improving.
Now she was looking for some fresh start miles from home and perhaps find work to means of bettering herself.
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I watched the driver jump from his rig and then hid behind the fridge trailer, watching his legs moving on the other side. Then I climbed the rig and got in. I wanted him to set off before even finding me. Figured that would give me a better chance of keeping the ride until we reached somewhere far enough away from here.
I heard him get in and start off as I sat on the mattress behind the curtains, watching him through the slit. "Damn!, what is that?" he shouted out to himself. Surely he couldn't know I was there?
I took no notice and rmained quiet, opening up my holdall to take a sip from my half empty soda bottle. It was hot in here and I already started to feel sleepy.
"Come on baby! Get into gear....that's my girl." he said, talking to the rig I suppose. Why do they call these things female names?
That's guys I suppose.
I finished off the soda and felt even more sleepy, helped by the steady jerks of the rig as we rode along.
Age: just 18 years.
Looks: long blonde hair tied back into a tight pony. Pale skin with distinctive frekkles on her face. 5'4" and slim build with hazel eyes. She wore a baseball cap with the distinctive logo of the "Miami Dolphins" AFC.
Status: Runaway. Running from a harsh father and weak mother who never seems to understand her anymore. Grades at high school/college too far behind to even contemplate improving.
Now she was looking for some fresh start miles from home and perhaps find work to means of bettering herself.
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IC:
I watched the driver jump from his rig and then hid behind the fridge trailer, watching his legs moving on the other side. Then I climbed the rig and got in. I wanted him to set off before even finding me. Figured that would give me a better chance of keeping the ride until we reached somewhere far enough away from here.
I heard him get in and start off as I sat on the mattress behind the curtains, watching him through the slit. "Damn!, what is that?" he shouted out to himself. Surely he couldn't know I was there?
I took no notice and rmained quiet, opening up my holdall to take a sip from my half empty soda bottle. It was hot in here and I already started to feel sleepy.
"Come on baby! Get into gear....that's my girl." he said, talking to the rig I suppose. Why do they call these things female names?
That's guys I suppose.
I finished off the soda and felt even more sleepy, helped by the steady jerks of the rig as we rode along.
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Art
Picking up his load in Rogers was uneventful and boring, as Art had loaded at this facility many times. Going through town to head west on hwy 412, he planned on stopping in Tulsa, Ok. to grab a bite to eat, fuel up and shower before continueing west on I44 toward Oklahoma City.
Running through the gears was second nature to Art, and as he got "Sweety" up in the top hole, he relaxed, lit a ciggy, and turned on the radio. Unlike most drivers his age, he didn't care for rock or 'new wave' music. It was either classical or country, but most of the time, he kept it on talk show stations. Excepting Rush Limbaugh,... (he detested the dull repetitive garbage that Rush dished out on a daily basis).
Pulling into the open fuel lane at the Texaco just outside Tulsa, he quickly fueled, then grabbed an empty parking spot that had just been vacated, on the front row near the fuel pumps. Shutting down the engine, he twisted in his seat, and uncoiled his lanky form to slip through the curtain, and enter the sleeping compartment.
As he stepped into the darkened area, his foot landed on something round, and losing his balance,
he tumbled forward to land on his bed. To his amazement, he didn't land on the mattress itself, he sprawled atop a rather small, soft form, which shrieked like a banshee, as his weight settled harshly on top of a squirming mass of arms and legs. "What the fuck!"
Picking up his load in Rogers was uneventful and boring, as Art had loaded at this facility many times. Going through town to head west on hwy 412, he planned on stopping in Tulsa, Ok. to grab a bite to eat, fuel up and shower before continueing west on I44 toward Oklahoma City.
Running through the gears was second nature to Art, and as he got "Sweety" up in the top hole, he relaxed, lit a ciggy, and turned on the radio. Unlike most drivers his age, he didn't care for rock or 'new wave' music. It was either classical or country, but most of the time, he kept it on talk show stations. Excepting Rush Limbaugh,... (he detested the dull repetitive garbage that Rush dished out on a daily basis).
Pulling into the open fuel lane at the Texaco just outside Tulsa, he quickly fueled, then grabbed an empty parking spot that had just been vacated, on the front row near the fuel pumps. Shutting down the engine, he twisted in his seat, and uncoiled his lanky form to slip through the curtain, and enter the sleeping compartment.
As he stepped into the darkened area, his foot landed on something round, and losing his balance,
he tumbled forward to land on his bed. To his amazement, he didn't land on the mattress itself, he sprawled atop a rather small, soft form, which shrieked like a banshee, as his weight settled harshly on top of a squirming mass of arms and legs. "What the fuck!"
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Being woken up from a deep sleep, I wondered where I was and what had happened to me. His body was all over mine and all I could do was kick and scream in shock.
He calmed me. Spoke to me soothingly as he threw light into compartment. I looked at him. Noticing his face and feeling his breath close to me.
"Ay...ay...cool it. You're ok.....calm down....hushhhhhhhhh!"
The shock had made me loose a little control, but I was fine. I could not think of anything to say. And when he let go of me I huddled up into the corner and looked at him.
"Well, either you introduce yourself or maybe I should welcome you aboard..?" He said. He wasn't hostile and I noticed his cute smile. Atleast he seemed ok with me being there. I replied with a smile and told him my name.
He calmed me. Spoke to me soothingly as he threw light into compartment. I looked at him. Noticing his face and feeling his breath close to me.
"Ay...ay...cool it. You're ok.....calm down....hushhhhhhhhh!"
The shock had made me loose a little control, but I was fine. I could not think of anything to say. And when he let go of me I huddled up into the corner and looked at him.
"Well, either you introduce yourself or maybe I should welcome you aboard..?" He said. He wasn't hostile and I noticed his cute smile. Atleast he seemed ok with me being there. I replied with a smile and told him my name.
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Art
Had I held on to her much longer, I feared I would have had a few broken ribs to contend with. Even
tennis shoes are hard on the torso when repeatedly kicked against ones lower chest. Turning on the light, I could see the fear and confusion, spread across the face of a young and sleepy eyed girl.
Turning her loose, I watched as she quickly scrabbled herself to a nearby corner, and looked at me apprehensibly with two wide open eyes that showed to be a warm brown, in the dimly lit sleeper. Subconciously rubbing my bruised rib cage, I said,"Well, either you introduce yourself or maybe I should welcome you aboard..?"
After a brief silence, in which I smiled,and noted the well tanned legs that seemed to stretch forever, from a set of plain khaki shorts,...she timidly smiled and said, "Muh...my...name is JoJo
Newlins."
'Well,...welcome aboard Jo,...ya mind telling me how, and when, you got in my truck,...WHY are you in my truck? How old are you? Where are you going?'
Art could see her mind racing, to come up with answers to his queries, as he pounded her relentlessly with one question after another. She interrupted him abruptly saying...................
Had I held on to her much longer, I feared I would have had a few broken ribs to contend with. Even
tennis shoes are hard on the torso when repeatedly kicked against ones lower chest. Turning on the light, I could see the fear and confusion, spread across the face of a young and sleepy eyed girl.
Turning her loose, I watched as she quickly scrabbled herself to a nearby corner, and looked at me apprehensibly with two wide open eyes that showed to be a warm brown, in the dimly lit sleeper. Subconciously rubbing my bruised rib cage, I said,"Well, either you introduce yourself or maybe I should welcome you aboard..?"
After a brief silence, in which I smiled,and noted the well tanned legs that seemed to stretch forever, from a set of plain khaki shorts,...she timidly smiled and said, "Muh...my...name is JoJo
Newlins."
'Well,...welcome aboard Jo,...ya mind telling me how, and when, you got in my truck,...WHY are you in my truck? How old are you? Where are you going?'
Art could see her mind racing, to come up with answers to his queries, as he pounded her relentlessly with one question after another. She interrupted him abruptly saying...................
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"OK!....enough! Geeeeeeez. I need a ride OK?" I told him. He was pounding me with questions and too many. I could see that I was atleast safe with him. I must have hurt him kicking out. He kept rubbing his hand over his chest.
He gave me his hand and I took it. We both sat up front and I noticed that we were at a truck stop. He leaned over his steering wheel and shuck his head looking at me.
"What?" I asked him. Was he mocking me or something?
"Look. I want a honest answer from you before we go any further. Are you old enough to be away from home? You look young to me OK?"
"I'm 18. Its old enough. I need the ride OK. I thought you wouldn't mind." I replied.
"Why sneak into my truck? You could have atleast asked?"
"No. I tried that last week. Nobody would give me a ride."
He started to laugh at me. But it wasn't funny to me. And then I realised how funny it really did sound and smiled. "It's hard when you don't have any money."
"Or even anywhere in particular to go." he added.
He gave me his hand and I took it. We both sat up front and I noticed that we were at a truck stop. He leaned over his steering wheel and shuck his head looking at me.
"What?" I asked him. Was he mocking me or something?
"Look. I want a honest answer from you before we go any further. Are you old enough to be away from home? You look young to me OK?"
"I'm 18. Its old enough. I need the ride OK. I thought you wouldn't mind." I replied.
"Why sneak into my truck? You could have atleast asked?"
"No. I tried that last week. Nobody would give me a ride."
He started to laugh at me. But it wasn't funny to me. And then I realised how funny it really did sound and smiled. "It's hard when you don't have any money."
"Or even anywhere in particular to go." he added.
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Art
Art had been around a few blocks a time or two even at his age, and he sensed the young woman was
telling the truth, still..."Ok lemme see your drivers license!" as he watched her face light up in a 'cat ate the canary smile'. Diving back through the sleeper curtain, she popped right back
to sit down in the passenger seat.Digging through, the lord only knows what 18 year olds can stuff in a purse, to come up with a slim leather wallet.
Opening it up, she withdrew the shiny, laminated
ID and leaned over to hand it to Art. Art's gaze however, was locked onto the cleavage revealed by her loose fitting yellow tank top, and he hadn't grasped the license as she let it go. The low cut neckline had looped out and down, revealing darkly tanned flesh separating two twin globes of youthfully firm breasts.
Before the ID had fluttered all the way to the floor, she quickly lunged forward to capture it in mid air. In this still yet lower position, Art's
eyes were rewarded with the glimpse of one pert coral tipped nipple, as her breasts jostled unrestrained beneath the top.
Holding the license up for him to take it, she looked upward, and saw his gaze fixed firmly on her blatantly exposed cleavage. The smile of her soft full lips spread wider, as she paused longer than needed, to afford him a full picture in part, of what she had planned to offer him.
As she straightened up, Art's eyes once more focused on the present, as if he had been day dreaming a million miles away. In truth, he had seen enough, to cause him to visualise those breasts being mauled, and suckled only a few feet behind him in the bunk.
Taking the proferred license from her small, soft hand, Art shuddered as he felt the tension begin building in his masculine body. Barely able to note the girl had only recently turned eighteen, he did notice it was a Missouri license, and his mind flashed to the little darkened shanty across the road where he had stopped to take a leak.
Keeping the revelation to himself, of now knowing most likely where her home was, he handed the license back and asked her,"Well Jo, we might be able to work something out, I bet you're hungry, wanna eat? I'm buying!"
Art had been around a few blocks a time or two even at his age, and he sensed the young woman was
telling the truth, still..."Ok lemme see your drivers license!" as he watched her face light up in a 'cat ate the canary smile'. Diving back through the sleeper curtain, she popped right back
to sit down in the passenger seat.Digging through, the lord only knows what 18 year olds can stuff in a purse, to come up with a slim leather wallet.
Opening it up, she withdrew the shiny, laminated
ID and leaned over to hand it to Art. Art's gaze however, was locked onto the cleavage revealed by her loose fitting yellow tank top, and he hadn't grasped the license as she let it go. The low cut neckline had looped out and down, revealing darkly tanned flesh separating two twin globes of youthfully firm breasts.
Before the ID had fluttered all the way to the floor, she quickly lunged forward to capture it in mid air. In this still yet lower position, Art's
eyes were rewarded with the glimpse of one pert coral tipped nipple, as her breasts jostled unrestrained beneath the top.
Holding the license up for him to take it, she looked upward, and saw his gaze fixed firmly on her blatantly exposed cleavage. The smile of her soft full lips spread wider, as she paused longer than needed, to afford him a full picture in part, of what she had planned to offer him.
As she straightened up, Art's eyes once more focused on the present, as if he had been day dreaming a million miles away. In truth, he had seen enough, to cause him to visualise those breasts being mauled, and suckled only a few feet behind him in the bunk.
Taking the proferred license from her small, soft hand, Art shuddered as he felt the tension begin building in his masculine body. Barely able to note the girl had only recently turned eighteen, he did notice it was a Missouri license, and his mind flashed to the little darkened shanty across the road where he had stopped to take a leak.
Keeping the revelation to himself, of now knowing most likely where her home was, he handed the license back and asked her,"Well Jo, we might be able to work something out, I bet you're hungry, wanna eat? I'm buying!"
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He looked at me as I handed him the ID. I could see what he was looking at. They all do that. I suppose in a way it's true what Beth told me. "Use it properly...use it to your advantage....and it will get you anywhere you want.....and anything you want."
He was cute. I liked him. Maybe I should think about this. Maybe he was just looking and not thinking about wanting. I don't know. Not every guy is the same.
"Well Jo, we might be able to work something out, I bet you're hungry, wanna eat? I'm buying!" he asked. I was hungry. I smiled at him and took back my ID
"Does this mean I get a ride too?"
"Like I said, we can work something out." he replied.
I needded the washroom and I told him to order anything he wanted for me as we entered the diner. Once in the washroom I did what I needed to do and then looked at myself in the mirror whilst washing my hands. Gawwwwwwd....I looked like a hobo!
I took off the cap and threw it into my holdall and loosened my hair so that it flowed over my shoulders. More presentable atleast. Now I look atleast older.......perhaps.
I adjusted the tank top so that it was more neat and tidy. I think I should wear my bra.......stop my nipples from being too prominent. I reached into the holdall and took out my bra, lifted off the tank top and put it on. That was better, atleast now I look firmer and more feminine, as I put back on the tank top and checked myself in the mirror once more......not as much a hobo!
I walked out of the washroom and found the driver sitting at the table as he lifted his arm up to catch my attention. I pulled out a chair and he looked at me....stared at me.
"Wow, you look different now. Those washrooms sure do magic to you ladies." he said. I just looked at him and smiled as the waitress came over with the order.
He was cute. I liked him. Maybe I should think about this. Maybe he was just looking and not thinking about wanting. I don't know. Not every guy is the same.
"Well Jo, we might be able to work something out, I bet you're hungry, wanna eat? I'm buying!" he asked. I was hungry. I smiled at him and took back my ID
"Does this mean I get a ride too?"
"Like I said, we can work something out." he replied.
I needded the washroom and I told him to order anything he wanted for me as we entered the diner. Once in the washroom I did what I needed to do and then looked at myself in the mirror whilst washing my hands. Gawwwwwwd....I looked like a hobo!
I took off the cap and threw it into my holdall and loosened my hair so that it flowed over my shoulders. More presentable atleast. Now I look atleast older.......perhaps.
I adjusted the tank top so that it was more neat and tidy. I think I should wear my bra.......stop my nipples from being too prominent. I reached into the holdall and took out my bra, lifted off the tank top and put it on. That was better, atleast now I look firmer and more feminine, as I put back on the tank top and checked myself in the mirror once more......not as much a hobo!
I walked out of the washroom and found the driver sitting at the table as he lifted his arm up to catch my attention. I pulled out a chair and he looked at me....stared at me.
"Wow, you look different now. Those washrooms sure do magic to you ladies." he said. I just looked at him and smiled as the waitress came over with the order.
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One of the regulars, Marge, caught my eye as I entered the restaurant, and pointed for me to sit at a table she had just finished setting up. As I sat down, she deftly slid a fresh cup of coffee on the table in front of me, smiled and said, "The usual Art?"
"Yeah, but duplicate the order, and bring a litre of orange juice with the water, I gotta guest coming." Wrinkling up her nose, the red head said,
"Uh huh,...I saw the little girl you walked in with, kind of robbing the cradle there aren'tcha?"
I busted out laughing and replied, "Hey now, take it easy, she's outta the cradle,...eighteen matter of fact." Rolling her eyes up, she chuckled softly and turned to go place the food order.
I almost missed spotting Jo, as she stood alone at the entrance, eyes searching to find where I sat.
She looked much different somehow, in the only clothes I had ever seen her in.
Gone was the waif look, replaced by the gentle softness of a young woman, and I noticed she wasn't wearing the ball cap.
Raising my arm to catch her attention, I watched her intently, as she somehow glided gracefully across the floor in her tennis shoes to my table, and pulled out a chair to sit.
Her creamy tanned legs, seemed to melt and flow,as she crossed the short distance to my table, and caught many glances from the men before she sat down.
As Marge approached with her service tray piled high, I looked at Jo and exclaimed, "Wow, you look different now. Those washrooms sure do magic to you ladies."
I could tell by the expression on Marge's face,... she also was surprised at the transformation. As Marge began unloading her tray, I looked at Jo and said, "Well, I hope ya like steak and eggs with hash browns, but if ya don't, we can order something else for you?"
One of the regulars, Marge, caught my eye as I entered the restaurant, and pointed for me to sit at a table she had just finished setting up. As I sat down, she deftly slid a fresh cup of coffee on the table in front of me, smiled and said, "The usual Art?"
"Yeah, but duplicate the order, and bring a litre of orange juice with the water, I gotta guest coming." Wrinkling up her nose, the red head said,
"Uh huh,...I saw the little girl you walked in with, kind of robbing the cradle there aren'tcha?"
I busted out laughing and replied, "Hey now, take it easy, she's outta the cradle,...eighteen matter of fact." Rolling her eyes up, she chuckled softly and turned to go place the food order.
I almost missed spotting Jo, as she stood alone at the entrance, eyes searching to find where I sat.
She looked much different somehow, in the only clothes I had ever seen her in.
Gone was the waif look, replaced by the gentle softness of a young woman, and I noticed she wasn't wearing the ball cap.
Raising my arm to catch her attention, I watched her intently, as she somehow glided gracefully across the floor in her tennis shoes to my table, and pulled out a chair to sit.
Her creamy tanned legs, seemed to melt and flow,as she crossed the short distance to my table, and caught many glances from the men before she sat down.
As Marge approached with her service tray piled high, I looked at Jo and exclaimed, "Wow, you look different now. Those washrooms sure do magic to you ladies."
I could tell by the expression on Marge's face,... she also was surprised at the transformation. As Marge began unloading her tray, I looked at Jo and said, "Well, I hope ya like steak and eggs with hash browns, but if ya don't, we can order something else for you?"
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"No, its fine!" I told him. I was hungry as hell and the last time I ate was around the same time yesterday. Contemplating leaving home stopped me from eating all day and now I felt happy with what I had done. I finally got away.
"You look different somehow, more feminine." he told me. All I did was get rid of the baseball cap, let down my hair and put back on my bra. I digarded my disguise because now I didn't really need it. I thought looking a little more masculine might have helped me get a ride. So I explained that to him in between eating.
"I'd ease up on that food if I was you Jo, you're just goin' to give yourself stomach cramps. Besides, you didn't look masculine at all. More of a minor who was running away from home. Now you look more......more......"
"....sexy?" I interupted.
"Hell no....I meant....more grown-up......and sexy."
We both laughed and I took his advice about gulping down the food. "So I'm ok for a ride then?" I asked.
"Well as I said, we need to talk. Where are you heading to exactly?"
The answer to that was unknown even to me. I didn't even know where we were at that point let alone his destination. But there was one thing I did know there and then. This man was the most adorable I had ever come across so far, and so fit. I was comfortable in his company and already I felt as if I knew him for a long time. There was something about his personality which told me I was safe and I could trust him.
"Er......I'm not sure. Does that sound weird?"
"No, its fine!" I told him. I was hungry as hell and the last time I ate was around the same time yesterday. Contemplating leaving home stopped me from eating all day and now I felt happy with what I had done. I finally got away.
"You look different somehow, more feminine." he told me. All I did was get rid of the baseball cap, let down my hair and put back on my bra. I digarded my disguise because now I didn't really need it. I thought looking a little more masculine might have helped me get a ride. So I explained that to him in between eating.
"I'd ease up on that food if I was you Jo, you're just goin' to give yourself stomach cramps. Besides, you didn't look masculine at all. More of a minor who was running away from home. Now you look more......more......"
"....sexy?" I interupted.
"Hell no....I meant....more grown-up......and sexy."
We both laughed and I took his advice about gulping down the food. "So I'm ok for a ride then?" I asked.
"Well as I said, we need to talk. Where are you heading to exactly?"
The answer to that was unknown even to me. I didn't even know where we were at that point let alone his destination. But there was one thing I did know there and then. This man was the most adorable I had ever come across so far, and so fit. I was comfortable in his company and already I felt as if I knew him for a long time. There was something about his personality which told me I was safe and I could trust him.
"Er......I'm not sure. Does that sound weird?"
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I was a bit amused as I watched her wolf down the meal. When I suggested she slow down a bit,...she leaned to the back of her chair, smiled at me and said, with a slightly growing pink on her cheeks, "Sorry,...I hadn’t realized just how hungry I had been."
We chatted lightly as we leisurely finished our meal, and as Marge cleared away the plates, Jo asked, "So I'm ok for a ride then?" I looked at Marge and replied, "Well as I said, we need to talk. Where are you heading to exactly?" "Er......I'm not sure. Does that sound weird?"
I could tell, Marge was battling to keep from laughing out loud with her husky bedroom voice, as she turned to walk away, with her head bent down, just shaking her head.
Jo looked at me real serious like and asked, "Uhmmm,...do you KNOW her?" I responded that I did,...but I also knew at least one waitress at every stop I would make on my way out to California, "Does California seem like a place you would like to go?
Her lashes fluttered innocently as she replied with an impish grin, "Well,...Art,...It is ok if I call you Art,...Isn't it?" Nodding my head in assent,...she continued with,..."I don't think I have much choice in where you are going to take me,...not that it matters,...cuz I think whereever you wanna take me,...I,...uhmmm,...well,...I just don't THINK I'd have any complaints."
Biting her full lower lip gently,...she reached forward to lift her half full glass of orange juice from the table. Peering slyly across the rim at me with a knowiing smile, slowly stretching the corners of her mouth, I had no doubts about her intended bargaining for a ride.
How long the ride would last,...I felt sure, only depended on how well "Bambi" would be able to satisfy her newfound freedom of sexual pursuits.
I felt kinda silly as I couldn't contain a broad grin from slicing across my face.
Returning the smile,...just before chug lugging the last of her juice, I felt the familiar tingle begin in my loins,...and shifted in my chair, to ease the stiffening response I couldn't prevent.
The way her adam apple bobbed silkily, up and down her throat, caused visions to swim before my very eyes. Lifting my coffee cup to take a sip,...I saw Marge approach with the food tab, and looked at it as an omen, for interrupting my fantasy.
I was a bit amused as I watched her wolf down the meal. When I suggested she slow down a bit,...she leaned to the back of her chair, smiled at me and said, with a slightly growing pink on her cheeks, "Sorry,...I hadn’t realized just how hungry I had been."
We chatted lightly as we leisurely finished our meal, and as Marge cleared away the plates, Jo asked, "So I'm ok for a ride then?" I looked at Marge and replied, "Well as I said, we need to talk. Where are you heading to exactly?" "Er......I'm not sure. Does that sound weird?"
I could tell, Marge was battling to keep from laughing out loud with her husky bedroom voice, as she turned to walk away, with her head bent down, just shaking her head.
Jo looked at me real serious like and asked, "Uhmmm,...do you KNOW her?" I responded that I did,...but I also knew at least one waitress at every stop I would make on my way out to California, "Does California seem like a place you would like to go?
Her lashes fluttered innocently as she replied with an impish grin, "Well,...Art,...It is ok if I call you Art,...Isn't it?" Nodding my head in assent,...she continued with,..."I don't think I have much choice in where you are going to take me,...not that it matters,...cuz I think whereever you wanna take me,...I,...uhmmm,...well,...I just don't THINK I'd have any complaints."
Biting her full lower lip gently,...she reached forward to lift her half full glass of orange juice from the table. Peering slyly across the rim at me with a knowiing smile, slowly stretching the corners of her mouth, I had no doubts about her intended bargaining for a ride.
How long the ride would last,...I felt sure, only depended on how well "Bambi" would be able to satisfy her newfound freedom of sexual pursuits.
I felt kinda silly as I couldn't contain a broad grin from slicing across my face.
Returning the smile,...just before chug lugging the last of her juice, I felt the familiar tingle begin in my loins,...and shifted in my chair, to ease the stiffening response I couldn't prevent.
The way her adam apple bobbed silkily, up and down her throat, caused visions to swim before my very eyes. Lifting my coffee cup to take a sip,...I saw Marge approach with the food tab, and looked at it as an omen, for interrupting my fantasy.
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I watched Marge, the waitress, hand him the food tab as I put down the glass. She looked at me and winked. I was wondering what that wink could mean exactly, but I decided to ignore it.
"You ready to go now?" Art asked. I nodded my reply and we left the diner together. Marge watched us as I closed the door.
I sat in the rig. Art was ready to drive off atlast and I brushed my hair over my ears. "Art? Have you ever been intimate with Marge?" I asked, without looking at him as we pulled out onto the highway. He grinned, either ignoring me or thinking up an answer. "What I mean is.....have you two ever fucked?" He started laughing out loud.
"That's a pretty dayum direct kind of question isn't it?" he asked.
"Well, I thought that a direct question might get what I needed to know."
"And why would you need to know that Jo?"
Yes? Why did I need to know that? I was curious thats all. I had visions in my head that Art was somekind of 'roaming lover' like I read in some novels I had come across in the past. Everything I was thinking was begining to link up with fantasy. My fantasy to be exact. "Look, thanks for breakfast. I can't repay you with money. I hope you don't mind."
Art looked over at me and I could feel his eyes scanning me from head to toe. I quickly glanced at him and then quickly looked ahead at the road. "Thats Ok Jo. Of course...." he began to say.
"What?"
He seemed to tighten up, as if stopping himself from saying more for some reason. But I think I knew what he was going to suggest. This ride wasn't going to be totally free of any charges and in a way, I was anticipating some kind of favours he might want in return. Thinking back on those novels, one of them had a character in it, and the driver asked for favours. And as I read it over and over again it became part of my fantasies. I wondered what it would be like to be in the same situation as the girl in the story.
I watched Marge, the waitress, hand him the food tab as I put down the glass. She looked at me and winked. I was wondering what that wink could mean exactly, but I decided to ignore it.
"You ready to go now?" Art asked. I nodded my reply and we left the diner together. Marge watched us as I closed the door.
I sat in the rig. Art was ready to drive off atlast and I brushed my hair over my ears. "Art? Have you ever been intimate with Marge?" I asked, without looking at him as we pulled out onto the highway. He grinned, either ignoring me or thinking up an answer. "What I mean is.....have you two ever fucked?" He started laughing out loud.
"That's a pretty dayum direct kind of question isn't it?" he asked.
"Well, I thought that a direct question might get what I needed to know."
"And why would you need to know that Jo?"
Yes? Why did I need to know that? I was curious thats all. I had visions in my head that Art was somekind of 'roaming lover' like I read in some novels I had come across in the past. Everything I was thinking was begining to link up with fantasy. My fantasy to be exact. "Look, thanks for breakfast. I can't repay you with money. I hope you don't mind."
Art looked over at me and I could feel his eyes scanning me from head to toe. I quickly glanced at him and then quickly looked ahead at the road. "Thats Ok Jo. Of course...." he began to say.
"What?"
He seemed to tighten up, as if stopping himself from saying more for some reason. But I think I knew what he was going to suggest. This ride wasn't going to be totally free of any charges and in a way, I was anticipating some kind of favours he might want in return. Thinking back on those novels, one of them had a character in it, and the driver asked for favours. And as I read it over and over again it became part of my fantasies. I wondered what it would be like to be in the same situation as the girl in the story.
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When she pushed it a bit,...demanding,"What!", I decided to test her defiant manner, and see once and for all, if this young woman REALLY wanted to play, MY kind of *hard ball*.
"Jo, I am not your TYPICAL trucker here, my sexual lifestyle is BDSM, are you familiar with it?"
Seeing a puzzled expression cross her face, as she turned to look at me with questioning eyes, I directed her to step into the sleeper compartment.
"Just as you step inside, turn around and pull down the large, black leather suitcase from the overhead rack, and open it up." Not saying a word
as she released her seat belt and turned.
As he shifted smoothly through the next couple of gears,Art watched as she timidly unseated herself, to walk unsteadily through the opened curtains of the sleeper entranceway.
With her back to him, he deftly reached up to flip down his windshield visor, sporting a wide large sized mirror on the back.
Having done this many times before, he adjusted the mirror where it would focus on her face, while sitting on the edge of the bed.
Hearing a *thump*, as the luggage dropped heavily down to the bed, he grabbed the last gear and began pushing his rig ever closer to the posted speed limit.
He watched the fluid movements of her arms ,as she slipped her hands round both sides, to unzip the soft leather case and open it up.
As she slung the flap backwards and revealed the neatly stowed contents to her eyes, he heard her (gasp) audibly, and quickly bring her left arm up to lay a flattened palm against her chest.
Darting a hurried glance up front, she didn't notice Art's face reflected in the mirror, but looked only at the back of his head.
Turning her attention back to the suitcase, Art viewed the ever changing expressions, that passed
quickly across her slightly freckled face.
From the astonished 'O' formation of her ripe,full lips, to the silent (giggle) as she suppressed it by flinging her hand up to cover her mouth.
Darting another quick glance up front, thinking still yet she was unobserved, her little hands began digging through the contents rapidly.
Lifting up various sized dildos, vibrators, assorted cuffs, blindfolds, small floggers etc.,
I could see the excitement dancing back and forth
in her hazel eyes, as she kept flashing glimpses up front repeatedly.
Flipping the visor back in place, I looked straight ahead and asked loudly, "Well,...did you like what you saw?"
When she pushed it a bit,...demanding,"What!", I decided to test her defiant manner, and see once and for all, if this young woman REALLY wanted to play, MY kind of *hard ball*.
"Jo, I am not your TYPICAL trucker here, my sexual lifestyle is BDSM, are you familiar with it?"
Seeing a puzzled expression cross her face, as she turned to look at me with questioning eyes, I directed her to step into the sleeper compartment.
"Just as you step inside, turn around and pull down the large, black leather suitcase from the overhead rack, and open it up." Not saying a word
as she released her seat belt and turned.
As he shifted smoothly through the next couple of gears,Art watched as she timidly unseated herself, to walk unsteadily through the opened curtains of the sleeper entranceway.
With her back to him, he deftly reached up to flip down his windshield visor, sporting a wide large sized mirror on the back.
Having done this many times before, he adjusted the mirror where it would focus on her face, while sitting on the edge of the bed.
Hearing a *thump*, as the luggage dropped heavily down to the bed, he grabbed the last gear and began pushing his rig ever closer to the posted speed limit.
He watched the fluid movements of her arms ,as she slipped her hands round both sides, to unzip the soft leather case and open it up.
As she slung the flap backwards and revealed the neatly stowed contents to her eyes, he heard her (gasp) audibly, and quickly bring her left arm up to lay a flattened palm against her chest.
Darting a hurried glance up front, she didn't notice Art's face reflected in the mirror, but looked only at the back of his head.
Turning her attention back to the suitcase, Art viewed the ever changing expressions, that passed
quickly across her slightly freckled face.
From the astonished 'O' formation of her ripe,full lips, to the silent (giggle) as she suppressed it by flinging her hand up to cover her mouth.
Darting another quick glance up front, thinking still yet she was unobserved, her little hands began digging through the contents rapidly.
Lifting up various sized dildos, vibrators, assorted cuffs, blindfolds, small floggers etc.,
I could see the excitement dancing back and forth
in her hazel eyes, as she kept flashing glimpses up front repeatedly.
Flipping the visor back in place, I looked straight ahead and asked loudly, "Well,...did you like what you saw?"
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I gasped as I lifted the suitcase lid. I expected clothing, but all I saw was an assortment of "things". Chains, cuffs, clampy type metal things and paddle shaped items. Then there were dildos and vibrators.
My first thought was, did he sell them, but then I realised that these things were his "toys". I kept looking at him as I examined each item. Things that I had never even seen before, but coupled with what Beth had told me it wasn't too difficult to work out each of the strange items. The dildos and vibrators I was familiar with.
"So BDSM is like S&M type stuff?" I asked. "And these are all your things?"
"That's right. Does that shock you?" he asked, his eyes still forwards on the road. I turned on one of the vibrators and ran it along my thigh. "You playing with a vibrator?" he asked.
"No...just testing it." I replied quickly. And then I remembered experimenting with a vibrator months ago and how it felt. The idea made me feel horny as I recalled the feelings that I had.
"You know what to do with it?" he asked.
"Y..yes...sure I do" I replied, hesitating with my answer.
"Feel free to try it. I don't mind."
Try it? He was going to let me try it out? The idea was tempting as I ran my hand up and down the shape and feeling it vibrate. Surely there was no problem with trying it. I wanted to. I figured that it wouldn't do any harm.
I slowly unbuttoned my shorts, watching the back of his head as he concentrated on driving and eased then down with my panties so that I could place the vibrator against my groin. It felt so good as it sent its rhythm through my mound.
"You doin' it Jo?" he called out. "I can still hear it."
I heard him but was too enthralled by what was happening to me.
It gave me tingles that I did not want to stop and I pushed it gently into even more gratifying positions as I began to ride the sensations growing more and more intense.
I lay back and slipped my shorts and panties further down to my knees and gripped them tight as I manipulated the tip of the vibrator against my lips, vibrating my nub and sending me into a frenzy of sensations that ran through me like electric jolts. I reached a point where I did not care where I was and just let myself go. He knew what I was doing by the noises I was making.
I noticed through my half open eyes that he could see me. He made repeated glances at me through the mirror as I pleasured myself into an intense orgasm.
My first thought was, did he sell them, but then I realised that these things were his "toys". I kept looking at him as I examined each item. Things that I had never even seen before, but coupled with what Beth had told me it wasn't too difficult to work out each of the strange items. The dildos and vibrators I was familiar with.
"So BDSM is like S&M type stuff?" I asked. "And these are all your things?"
"That's right. Does that shock you?" he asked, his eyes still forwards on the road. I turned on one of the vibrators and ran it along my thigh. "You playing with a vibrator?" he asked.
"No...just testing it." I replied quickly. And then I remembered experimenting with a vibrator months ago and how it felt. The idea made me feel horny as I recalled the feelings that I had.
"You know what to do with it?" he asked.
"Y..yes...sure I do" I replied, hesitating with my answer.
"Feel free to try it. I don't mind."
Try it? He was going to let me try it out? The idea was tempting as I ran my hand up and down the shape and feeling it vibrate. Surely there was no problem with trying it. I wanted to. I figured that it wouldn't do any harm.
I slowly unbuttoned my shorts, watching the back of his head as he concentrated on driving and eased then down with my panties so that I could place the vibrator against my groin. It felt so good as it sent its rhythm through my mound.
"You doin' it Jo?" he called out. "I can still hear it."
I heard him but was too enthralled by what was happening to me.
It gave me tingles that I did not want to stop and I pushed it gently into even more gratifying positions as I began to ride the sensations growing more and more intense.
I lay back and slipped my shorts and panties further down to my knees and gripped them tight as I manipulated the tip of the vibrator against my lips, vibrating my nub and sending me into a frenzy of sensations that ran through me like electric jolts. I reached a point where I did not care where I was and just let myself go. He knew what I was doing by the noises I was making.
I noticed through my half open eyes that he could see me. He made repeated glances at me through the mirror as I pleasured myself into an intense orgasm.
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Our short messages back and forth, were interupped suddenly, as I heard her switch on one of the vibrators. It buzzed softly,...yet loud enough to overcome the persistent road noise outside. "Rhrhmmmmmm"
Flipping the visor mirror back down so I had a full view of her,... I relaxed and enjoyed the show.
When her shorts and panties slid from her knees,all the way down to her ankles, I felt Bambi lurch wildly into a semi-hardened state. Fully aware,...yet not fully erect.
Barely able to tear my eyes away, even for a split second, to glance at the road, Bambi was soon bucking for release.
When she splayed her knees far apart, giving me a clear view of her pouty lips, I turned loose of the wheel and quickly unzipped my pants.
The spring steel like shaft, sprung out all at once, and pointed upward to hit the steering wheel. Sometimes I was happy to have a 10" penis,
other times I was not.
This was one of those other times. The damned steering wheel and Bambi each battled for my attention.
Reaching down to depress a button on the side of my seat, I released enough air to lower me down far enough, where the steering wheel was out of my way.
Adjusting the mirror once more, I looked back to see her head craned up from the mattress where she lay.
A glassy, wide eyed, mesmerised stare, fixed on the mound where she was moving the vibrator around in circles.
Seeing the strained tendons pop out from her neck, like pulsing ropes barely hidden beneath the skin, I began stroking my self in earnest. I was hot,...excited,...and in NEED !
Approaching a pull off up ahead, I started slowing the rig down, while Bambi flung wildly to and fro, as I eased the truck to a full stop, and set my brakes.
Glancing once more into the mirror,...I saw her jaws clench as she snapped her legs closed, and arched her back.
Flinging her head backward, she jammed the vibrator down between her closed thighs,and began to writhe as she entered a climax. Leaping from my seat, I entered the sleeper and,...
Our short messages back and forth, were interupped suddenly, as I heard her switch on one of the vibrators. It buzzed softly,...yet loud enough to overcome the persistent road noise outside. "Rhrhmmmmmm"
Flipping the visor mirror back down so I had a full view of her,... I relaxed and enjoyed the show.
When her shorts and panties slid from her knees,all the way down to her ankles, I felt Bambi lurch wildly into a semi-hardened state. Fully aware,...yet not fully erect.
Barely able to tear my eyes away, even for a split second, to glance at the road, Bambi was soon bucking for release.
When she splayed her knees far apart, giving me a clear view of her pouty lips, I turned loose of the wheel and quickly unzipped my pants.
The spring steel like shaft, sprung out all at once, and pointed upward to hit the steering wheel. Sometimes I was happy to have a 10" penis,
other times I was not.
This was one of those other times. The damned steering wheel and Bambi each battled for my attention.
Reaching down to depress a button on the side of my seat, I released enough air to lower me down far enough, where the steering wheel was out of my way.
Adjusting the mirror once more, I looked back to see her head craned up from the mattress where she lay.
A glassy, wide eyed, mesmerised stare, fixed on the mound where she was moving the vibrator around in circles.
Seeing the strained tendons pop out from her neck, like pulsing ropes barely hidden beneath the skin, I began stroking my self in earnest. I was hot,...excited,...and in NEED !
Approaching a pull off up ahead, I started slowing the rig down, while Bambi flung wildly to and fro, as I eased the truck to a full stop, and set my brakes.
Glancing once more into the mirror,...I saw her jaws clench as she snapped her legs closed, and arched her back.
Flinging her head backward, she jammed the vibrator down between her closed thighs,and began to writhe as she entered a climax. Leaping from my seat, I entered the sleeper and,...
