On The Road

“Lady you’re taking quite a risk doing that”, the trucker warned the girl.

He was driving his articulated truck and had just left the motorway when he saw the young woman hitching a lift. She was dressed unsuitably in a pale blue suit; jacket and tight, short skirt. He stopped by her, jumped down from his high cab.

Her head was down with her chin on her chest. He bent and looked up into her eyes. They were red and teary.

“I know that, but that bastard turned me out of the car and left me here”, sniffed the woman. She told how she and her boyfriend had argued which culminated in her being stranded here.

“I'd sure give you a ride to a bus stop but in that skirt I don’t think you could climb up to the cab”, the driver sized up her diminutive frame and the height of the cab.

“Oh no! Please help me I can make it up there, please!”, her face was full of distress.

The driver watched as the girl tried to lift a foot onto the first step of the cab but the skirt she wore was too tight. She looked at him, he looked away. There was a soft 'shhhhh' as cloth ran up over nylon stockings. Desperately he wanted to look, what was she revealing? His imagination provided a visual. Slim legs encased in nylon to upper thigh then lightly tanned flesh. Then snuggling as close as he would like to be to her pussy a tiny thong the type that his wife refuses to wear.

A desperate sigh brought him back to reality. “I cant reach the step!”, she wailed.

He swallowed hard at what he saw as he turned to help her. As he imagined, stockings terminated with a broad lacy band to which was attached the clips of suspenders. Above those tops white skin tantalised as it disappeared under the folds of the skirt. What he wanted to see, was not visible; panties. It didn’t matter what type or colour. Panties had become a fetish. A case of what you cant have you want.

“Take off those shoes, they are slipping”, he suggested. She kicked them off and reached up with her foot; it barely reached the step. She looked around.

She looked desperate, “Help me, please, push me”.

Push her? But how, where? She was now almost half naked... if only in his mind.

At his hesitation the woman pulled the skirt up a little further. “My butt, push my butt!”.

Excitement flashed through his body as his hands encountered nothing but bare flesh as he grabbed her backside. He lifted. As he helped her his fingers roamed over the smooth but firm cheeks of her rear. The tip of one little finger encountered the soft edge of the cleft between her cheeks. As she was raised from the ground up to the first step he relaxed the pressure on her rump.

“Oh my god, push or I’ll fall”, she squeeked.

He did and she made it to the second step. Now the driver had the view he had always dreamed of. Nylon covered legs, stocking tops, bare thighs... and now a bare ass that almost attracted his lips as if by magnetism. But there, between the cheeks of that tight little ass was what he desired, the chord of a thong nestling tight up to her brown button with a red patch covering her pussy. He swallowed hard. The girl pulled herself finally into the high cab and sat down on the seat. She grinned down at him. Her lips pursed into a silent kiss.

Closing the cab door the driver picked the shoes from the ground and as he moved around the front of the cab he couldn’t resist holding the footwear to his nose. A mixture of scents carressed his senses. A light hint of sweat mingled with the aroma of perfume that the woman obviously used on her feet. The shoes looked quite new and were light blue to match her suit. A feeling of smugness at knowing that she wore bright red in contact with her most intimate parts.

Why are women sometimes so helpless he wondered as the girl fought to locate the seat belt. As he leaned past her to help he breathed in the smell of her. Why don’t wives smell that way, he wondered. The girl leaned forward and planted a wet kiss on his cheek as he pulled at her seat belt.

'For god sake buddy' he thought, 'behave yourself'. He smiled at her and buckled her up.

“My driving time is almost up so I can only take you to a bus stop before I have to park up”, he explained.

“Where do you go then”, asked the woman.

Indicating the back of the cab he said, “right here, my bed is there”.

“Oh, OK. The bus it is” she sighed.

As he drove he explained at the girl's behest how the law required him to conform to many things including the hours during which he was able to drive and the rest periods he must take. But how would he pass the time, how would he eat? In this modern cab there were facilities that allowed him to be self sufficient, he explained.

As they neared the point at which he must drop her off she asked him to show her where he would park up and spend the night, she would make her own way from there. At a truck stop he halted the truck.

“Look”, she said, “that bastard dumped me in the middle of nowhere and that’s where we are now so why don’t you show me all the good things that you have here?”

This was too good to be true or was he seriously mis-reading the whole situation and testosterone was blurring his judgement?

What the hell, these situations don’t happen every day. What could happen? What came to mind was too frightening to contemplate further; accusation of rape, blackmail, STD, worse... his wife finds out!

“Wow! It's compact isn’t it? Bet you couldn’t get two people in that bed”, she looked at him meaningfully and grinned.

How he wanted to prove that two would fit in that bed if they had a mind to. It would be very intimate but then he had in mind having to store one part of him away to save space, and she had such a store, made for fitting that part of him snuggly inside.

He brushed her pointed question aside for the moment with, “Sure they could... look TV and DVD player built in”.

Her eyes lit up at the reference to DVDs. “What do you watch on DVD?”.

The driver could see that the girl knew just what kind of content would be on his DVDs. “Nothing you would like, guys' stuff really”.

The girl climbed into the back of the cab and grabbed some DVD cases. “Oh”, she exclamed in mock surprise, “Home-made stuff, can I see?”. It was a rhetorical question, she had already turned on the TV and opened the tray to the player.

The guy felt the blood rush to his face when he saw just which disk she was closing into the player. As yet he hadn’t viewed the content but remembered the porn videos he had recently downloaded at home.

There was no introduction, there, straight away on the screen was a naked girl with a guy's cock buried in her face. He waited for a yell of disgust from his passenger. There was just silence. It was with a little relief and a lot of pleasure that he watched the woman's hand reach to her chest and grab a boob. She looked at him briefly and with a nod of her head invited him over to the bed.

“Oh wait”, she held up a hand. Had she changed her mind? “It's hot in here, mind if I cool down?”. Her version of cooling down was to take off the jacket then the tight skirt leaving her with blouse and thong.

What the girl claimed was cooling to her brought renewed heat to the trucker. And as ever it did, his blood rushed to one place, and that was in his pants.

As the video continued to show the naked female enjoying the taste of hard dick and the sound of her greed as she took the length of the flesh to her throat, the woman in the truck bed began to excite herself with her hands. Through the now open blouse her hand dived under a satiny bra, engergetically caressing one of her boobs. The the other hand tugged aside the tiny thong and began to administer to her clitoris and pussy lips. The driver licked his.

“Hey! Come on, help a girl out here, don’t just sit there staring”. She smilled at him and winked.

He made to climb over and join her in his bed. A waved finger stopped him.

“Fully dressed ain’t coming in here with me mister, get naked while I do the same!”. It was a command to which he readily acceeded.

How the 'bastard' that dumped this little lady at the roadside could do such a thing was beyond the comprehension of the trucker. His eyes devoured the vision before him; two perfect, firm, round tits with glorious pert nipples, milky skin, a belly that had a desirable fleshiness, a mound surmounted by a heart-shaped covering of red hair, legs that would be perfectly positioned around his waist or high on his shoulders.

A cry of “ohh” greeted the revelation of his manhood and the woman reached for it. His turn to tease, he pulled just out of reach.

“Hey, don’t you dare”, she lunged, her hand grabbing and gripping tight on his dick. “C'mere sweety, see what I got for you”. The girl was directing those words at his dick but as he came attached, the trucker followed where it was pulled.

Positioning the trucker where she could see the TV screen but also copy what she saw the woman pulled his dick to her lips. One look up into his eyes then she sucked his meat between her red painted lips and into her accomodating mouth. A cool hand cupped his now aching balls. In return he grabbed at the red pony-tail at the back of her head and gripped it. She moaned and nodded in approval. The trucker tugged at her hair pulling her head towards him, forcing his cock deeper. She gagged slightly, readjusted the flesh in her mouth and continued to suck hard.

The screen showed the actor's cock spurting cum over the face of the actress but the truck passenger wasn’t ready for that right now. With a well placed toe she pushed the button on the TV, the screen went blank.

“Come on big boy, show me how long you can fuck, how many times you can make me cum before you give in and cum too”, she challenged.

Her calves on his broad shoulders, his hands on her waist, as the head of his cock parted her pussy lips and began to open up her begging canal, Sophia knew that once again she had fooled a guy into a wild sex session that he would remember for a long time.

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