thebarber69
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OOC: This I will try once if it goes good, if not back too haunting the halls. This I will try to do of a woman that drives oh highways with her top down with some flashing capabilities. Those poor truck drivers out there can't miss this woman, she is a flirt, she is erotic, and bi and she just loves to tease those truckers out there keeping them awake and alert for her on the road. She heckles one of them mercilessly for weeks, and then......
IC:I am a older driver of a 18 weeler, have seen my share of seat covers, ladies fixing there make up, straighting there nylons, and the ocational one that is just so hot, that she just makes our day driving this manotines road. 10 hours a day, day fighting those loons that call themself drivers. It was a hot day in summer, tooling along the road, serrious banter going on with the other truckers, letting us know where the *bear traps* were hiding, and trying to get that last little bit of speed out so we can get our load there. I have been driving this same route for years, most people that are on there CB radios you get to know as you cruse threw their areas. This was that stretch of road that I just loved to get to. That long legged woman in the Dodge convertable just love to pick on us, and mostly on those hot days of summer so her dress would flow. She did give me many a good look at that leg of hers, but use to just cruse right on by, then I would hear her somewhere shouting for that "Big Blue Pete", and she would just say "Did you like the view today" and never another word. She did this for weeks now. And I was just thinking she was one of those woman that like to flash us, but why is it always me. Most of the drivers would just shut up at this time and wait for my comment for that day, then just harrass me up the road for a few miles till the next seat cover came by. This was growing old, and I somedays would just not say a thing, but someone would say something to me and I just had to respond.
Till last week, she got more bold. This time she did her usual ride along side of me, and of course I had to look at that leg, but this time I said something "Hey lady, you trying to get me to pile this truck up?" But she did not pick up the mike to the radio. She just sped up and off she was gone again. But this time, she stoped ahead not to my knolage, and was on the passangers side of her car with the mike in her hand. She knew I was coming up that hill, and had no chance stoping as I came over that hill. "Hey, Big Blue Pete, like what you see?" As I had came over the hill there she was. Standing there with her big hat on so I could not see her face, but the body could be seen with that outfit. There was no stopping that 75 thousand pounds that fast and she and I both knew it. I just crused by, got that mike "Hey little lady, why you pickin on this old truck driver, you trying to give me a heart attack". The radio was silent for a bit. I keyed it again "All I can say is you are one fine looking lady there." She was not young, but there was a certain kind of look to her. I just kept going and nothing, the other drivers started there banter again about how she likes to get me going. I saw this fine looking lady come arround the back of the trailer, and just crused by, she waved at me, then nothing.
I had to pull over and get some coffee at that next rest area, this was getting my ass now. That sign *Rest Area 1/2 mile ahead* was all I needed. Slowing down that rig, I got into the truck area, and opened my door. Just as I was ready to exit, that darn woman again started on me. "Hey Big Blue Pete, they have a coffee in there for you, talk to you next week." And I saw her car take off out of the parking lot. She just had it out for me I knew it.
The next week came, and I almost dreaded that stretch of road. I kept silent as I was coming up to those hills. And of course some one just said my name, and I knew it was all over. Coming off the ramp up ahead I saw her car, and it was that time again, just wondered what she was wearing today to get me all hot and bothered. "Hey pretty lady, I know your back there....now what you say we stop up here at the next rest stop and we talk." That response was slow in coming.
IC:I am a older driver of a 18 weeler, have seen my share of seat covers, ladies fixing there make up, straighting there nylons, and the ocational one that is just so hot, that she just makes our day driving this manotines road. 10 hours a day, day fighting those loons that call themself drivers. It was a hot day in summer, tooling along the road, serrious banter going on with the other truckers, letting us know where the *bear traps* were hiding, and trying to get that last little bit of speed out so we can get our load there. I have been driving this same route for years, most people that are on there CB radios you get to know as you cruse threw their areas. This was that stretch of road that I just loved to get to. That long legged woman in the Dodge convertable just love to pick on us, and mostly on those hot days of summer so her dress would flow. She did give me many a good look at that leg of hers, but use to just cruse right on by, then I would hear her somewhere shouting for that "Big Blue Pete", and she would just say "Did you like the view today" and never another word. She did this for weeks now. And I was just thinking she was one of those woman that like to flash us, but why is it always me. Most of the drivers would just shut up at this time and wait for my comment for that day, then just harrass me up the road for a few miles till the next seat cover came by. This was growing old, and I somedays would just not say a thing, but someone would say something to me and I just had to respond.
Till last week, she got more bold. This time she did her usual ride along side of me, and of course I had to look at that leg, but this time I said something "Hey lady, you trying to get me to pile this truck up?" But she did not pick up the mike to the radio. She just sped up and off she was gone again. But this time, she stoped ahead not to my knolage, and was on the passangers side of her car with the mike in her hand. She knew I was coming up that hill, and had no chance stoping as I came over that hill. "Hey, Big Blue Pete, like what you see?" As I had came over the hill there she was. Standing there with her big hat on so I could not see her face, but the body could be seen with that outfit. There was no stopping that 75 thousand pounds that fast and she and I both knew it. I just crused by, got that mike "Hey little lady, why you pickin on this old truck driver, you trying to give me a heart attack". The radio was silent for a bit. I keyed it again "All I can say is you are one fine looking lady there." She was not young, but there was a certain kind of look to her. I just kept going and nothing, the other drivers started there banter again about how she likes to get me going. I saw this fine looking lady come arround the back of the trailer, and just crused by, she waved at me, then nothing.
I had to pull over and get some coffee at that next rest area, this was getting my ass now. That sign *Rest Area 1/2 mile ahead* was all I needed. Slowing down that rig, I got into the truck area, and opened my door. Just as I was ready to exit, that darn woman again started on me. "Hey Big Blue Pete, they have a coffee in there for you, talk to you next week." And I saw her car take off out of the parking lot. She just had it out for me I knew it.
The next week came, and I almost dreaded that stretch of road. I kept silent as I was coming up to those hills. And of course some one just said my name, and I knew it was all over. Coming off the ramp up ahead I saw her car, and it was that time again, just wondered what she was wearing today to get me all hot and bothered. "Hey pretty lady, I know your back there....now what you say we stop up here at the next rest stop and we talk." That response was slow in coming.
