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An Erotic Trucker's Tale Ch. 01

By: Eroticdreamescape



This is an EDITED draft and the first chapter of a multi chapter novel. I have many novels in the pipeline so please be patient Thank you taking the time to read this an enjoy.




Jessica pulled into the truck stop in Albany New York at ten thirty. The nighttime temperatures dropped quickly and the roads had become a slick, cold wintry mess. The gentle wispy flurries that had started earlier in the day became heavier snow then formed into a fast moving messy storm of sleet and hail. Vehicles were skidding out all over the road. After a car nearly clipped her before spinning off into the embankment, Jessica decided she had enough. 

The young woman knew the weather would only get worse. The brightly lit truck stop seemed a good respite from the highway and was the most logical choice until the weather hopefully cleared in a few hours and she could drive safely to a hotel. She'd been driving all day and desperately needed sleep. Here, at least she could rest a bit.

Earlier that month she took an emergency leave of absence from her full tenured professorship at Boston University. The dean of her department rarely granted such requests from new professors. However the shy middle age man had a major crush on the blonde. She did nothing to encourage his affections though. She was a consummate professional and knew the risks of dating colleagues or worse bosses. The dean tried in his awkward and shy way to ask her out but Jessica politely declined. 

After a male professor once told her she looked like Anna Nicole Smith, Jessica worked even harder to disguise her beauty. She had to be taken seriously in the world of academia. After that, Jessica tied her long blonde hair into a severe matronly bun and opted for thick, unfashionable glasses instead of contact lenses. She wore almost no makeup. Her outfits were either unflattering pantsuits or long skirts and high collars blouses. 

Jessica remained aloof from her peers because she knew they talked about her all time behind her back. The gossip was unfounded and never true but they squawked just the same. 

Male peers hit on her constantly and would fawn over her. The female professors were jealous of all the attention she got and they tried to exclude her when they'd socialize outside of work. 

These women resented her even more because the dean had a thing for her. The dowdy, gray haired middle age female peers gave her insulting nicknames like "Professor Barbie Doll" and the "Deans Penthouse Pet." They smeared her character viciously and it hurt like hell. She was ostracized because of her beauty and nothing more. 

Jessica's credentials were impressive to say the least. She graduated Summa Cum Laude from Columbia University and maintained a 4.0 throughout her entire four years as an undergrad. She continued in her academic excellence through grad school and her doctoral program. After completing her doctoral thesis she was offered a position at BU, her alma mater. 

The professors all snickered when they found out Jessica was offered such a highly coveted position. They figured she got the job because the dean had a crush on her since she was a student. It never occurred to them that she was most qualified candidate and she was.

Because of her looks Jessica, dealt with prejudice and ridicule her entire life. She thought if she cloistered herself in a university she'd be sheltered from ignorance but alas, people were primitive at the core and the world of academia wasn't much different from the outside world. Her IQ was probably higher than anyone employed at the university but people only saw a tall beautiful blonde with long legs and big tits, end of story. Her disillusionment was palatable and left her raw to the soul. It was time to rethink her life.

Jessica was born, raised and cultured in Boston. She once thought the city top notch but the place had become too ridged and stifling and filled to the brim with smug intellectual snobs. It just wasn't her scene anymore 

The biggest blow of all came after she found out her husband, also a professor, was screwing a twenty year old cooed behind her back. Steven chased after her when she was a twenty two year old graduate student. He liked his girls really young. So she should've known he'd do it again. Steven wasn't married when they were screwing around though. Jessica wouldn't do that to another woman. Her divorce was finalized just last week. She was still not right in the head after that.

People didn't get why Steven cheated on his stunning, classy wife. Sure the little cunt whoring around with him had perky tits and a perfect nose job but Jessica was a classic, ethereal beauty. Not pretty like a blank cookie cutter china doll but drop dead gorgeous. A face people would marvel at. She'd looked liked she'd stepped out of a painted masterpiece. 

Their friends asked her why Steven would choose that stupid twat over her? Youthful exuberance and a filthy body Steven could fuck until dawn. That's why. Oh, and a bubbly personality! Jessica was anything but bubbly but she'd been in love with him and was completely devoted and faithful. 

There was yet another thing her husband wickedly cheated her out of, a baby. She desperately wanted a child. They'd been trying for many months before Jessica found out about his 'slut on the side,' Tricia. All Steven left her with though was an astronomical mortgage payment on their brownstone and a pile of legal bills. 

'Hope she's worth it and I hope she takes you for all you're worth. He's your problem now, little bitch.' Jessica would mutter to no one but her pain and anger. Late at night she'd lie awake thinking about the man she'd thought she'd spend the rest of her life with fucking another woman.

The hurt he caused her was agonizing. She thought people who ran away from their problems were weak. Well she'd taken a huge choking dose of her own medicine! She was running away. Like a hurt, errant child, she'd disappear into the heart of America where no one could easily find her.

Bitter? Her? Not any more. Bitter was so yesterday! She was empowered. Empowered enough to rent out her Boston Back Bay brownstone to a middle-aged married couple and put her beloved Audi A8 in long-term storage. 

Jessica bid a fond farewell to her friends telling them she was off to become a wandering gypsy. Now a single woman, she didn't have anyone to tell her what to do, no commitments, schedules, nada. She'd write about her travels for the book she'd dreamed about writing. This wasn't running away from her problems, she decided, she was running towards a dream. 

Jessica wanted to write about big rig truck drivers. These denizens of the open road were always overworked. They left their families for weeks at a time. Many people complained that truckers were rude road hogs but when these same people needed food, cars or pretty much anything else you could name, truckers were their lifelines to commerce. 

She had a lot compassion for this sub culture of American society after she heard an NPR radio program about the lonely life of long haul truckers. After that she was compelled to dig deeper into their solitary lives and write their story from their perspective.

A long haul trucker's workplace was the entire country. Nothing boxed them in except for the trailers that traveled behind them. They had a whole network and social infrastructure that ran the gamut across America.

For the last few weeks while researching the subject Jessica had her nose stuck in books and a computer screen. This approach was too clinical though. In order to add a breath of life and reality into her story she had to travel alongside an actual road warrior. A seasoned road gypsy who knew the lay of the land and would be willing to let her experience the real nitty-gritty of a trucker's life. 

In many ways, she envied them. No real boss, no co-workers and all the peace, quite and solitude an introvert's soul could ask for. That was her Nirvana. Was it an average truckers heaven too? The only way to find out was to spend a significant amount of time with a driver. Break into their somewhat secretive world. Her friends would think this idea was ludicrous and even dangerous. For this reason she told no one her real plan.

Earlier that day, Jessica packed two duffle bags, picked up her rental car, packed a small cooler and gave a set of keys to the new tenants. Today began her journey. While she drove, Jessica laid out her plans to attach herself to a trucker. Boston was in her taillights and she didn't look back. 

The city was a long way off but she'd hoped to get even further away from its reaching grasp. She pressed forward even when the flurries turned to wet, heavy snow. Jessica made good time until the real heavy precipitation blew in.

****

So, here she was on a cold winter night in Albany, New York at a brightly lit truck stop. Garish bold letters set in bright neon lights brazenly announced the rest areas accoutrements. "24 Hour Diner! Hot Showers! Truckers Lounge!" All spelled out in gaseous colors of green, red and blue. These stops were a trucker's temporary home away from home. A place to eat, shower, commiserate and socialize. She was eager to find out a lot more about this lifestyle hopefully sooner than later.

Jessica parked her white rental car. She was in awe when she stepped out and saw the blacktop was covered with big rigs. There had to be at least fifty. The whole masculine environment gave her a weird intimidating vibe.

Nearly every man stared at her when she walked into the truck stops restaurant. Jessica felt uneasy knowing dozens of eyes were leering at her from under their dirty and threadbare caps. She was an uninvited guest who'd just entered the boy's sandbox, no doubt about it. Stuff like that didn't bother her much anymore though. She learned to ignore the attention a long time ago. 

As she headed toward the counter in the dimly lit place she noticed the trucker's lounge attached to the diner. The men were clad in faded jeans, sturdy work boots and old baseball caps. Some were playing pool and video games. Some watched a flat screen TV hung high up on the wall. Every few minutes the channel changed to sports, fishing or a news station.

A few men were smoking cigarettes near the exit. The door was wide open so smoke didn't filter inside. A gust of cold air and wet snow blew into the place though. A few gruff and unshaven truckers grumbled at the smokers, complaining about the cold. 

"Close that damn door!" A waitress yelled loud enough to wake the dead. 

"Places' getting cold as a freezer! Goddamn nicotine idiots!" A chubby, fifty something waitress dressed in pink polyester gave her a wink and smiled. Her gargantuan breasts spilled over the top and pressed into the straining buttons securing her dress. 

"Want some honey?" She asked while holding a steel carafe of burnt smelling coffee near an empty chipped and stained ceramic cup. The waitress's nametag spelled out 'Eleanor' in faded black letters. 

Admittedly she only drank expensive coffee served by people who called themselves baristas. Normally she wouldn't be caught dead drinking the swill this waitress was serving up 'What the hell' Jessica thought, 'while in Rome!' 

"Yes please." Jessica asked politely.

Jessica sipped the brew and nearly spit out the putrid liquid. The stuff was badly burned and tasted like crap.

"It's pretty bad huh?" The waitress asked.

"Um, it's ok." Jessica lied.

"I've got a fresh pot brewing." She murmured quietly to the pretty blonde. "I'll make sure you get some when it's done percolating." 

"I appreciate that Eleanor."

"I gotta ask you where you're from honey? We don't get many looking like you in this place." The lady rested her chubby elbow on the counter. 

"Sorry, many like me? Can you tell me what you mean?" 

"Have you looked around? Every man here got his eyes glued to you. Look at you! You're gorgeous! How many woman you see here tonight? The only females to grace this place are waitresses, other lady truckers, and you usually can't tell if their woman most of the time and 'Lizards.' You're no Lizard, sweetie."

"Lizard? I'm assuming you don't mean a reptile?" 

"A rep...?" The waitress slapped the counter and laughed out loud. 

The men sitting around the two women chuckled too. Jessica felt foolish. She read about some of the lingo truckers used but this was a new one for her. She had a lot to learn apparently.

"No, honey. It's a woman looking for a warm bed, a meal, money or a free ride. You, know the type hitchhikers, runaways, druggies and prostitutes?" 

"Oh, I guess I'm not familiar with that term." Jessica sounded like a nerdy academic. If she wanted to fit in she'd need to be cool. She didn't do cool very well though.

Jessica unzipped her coat and put the jacket on top of the stool but froze when saw the trucker's eyes gawking at her. She swallowed nervously watching their hungry eyes leering. Had she just entered a wolves' den? Was she the prey? Jessica was ready to bolt away like a freighted deer. 

Jessica had a knock out figure complete with a nice, full rack. Her long stick straight blonde hair fell past shoulder blades. Her clingy cashmere white sweater hugged her full breasts. The waitress eyes flew wide open and she bobbed her head downward at Jessica's chest. The young woman glanced at her tits and could clearly see her nipples poking through her lacy bra. That explained the glazed eyes and drooling mouths! 

Mortified, she grabbed her coat and covered herself quickly. Jessica was a conservative woman and didn't flaunt her figure anymore than her intelligence. She had little regard for people who did either.

A trucker sitting to the left of the counter caught her eye. He was wearing a John Deere Tractor cap and a red flannel shirt rolled to his forearms. His long legs were stretched out under the counter and crossed at the ankles. His big feet were clad in heavy-duty black work boots. He looked like a stereotypical trucker. Jessica thought he might be a good person to start talking too. 

The trucker was chatting with two other men sitting nearby. He had better table manners than most of the guys in the place. Unlike his dinner companions he didn't stare at her. Still, Jessica needed to be cautious. Long haul truck driving probably attracted some maladjusted fellows. She assumed many must be loners like her. Most loners though, contrary to what people thought were not screwed up. 

Jessica needed a man she felt comfortable around. Someone she'd feel safe enough to spend weeks on the road with. She figured this would be a really tall order and she was willing to bide her time but for some reason this man seemed, just right. Jessica plucked up her courage and decided to speak to him.

"Excuse me sir?" She said softly trying to get the trucker's attention. The men were too loud and didn't hear her though. 

"Excuse me, sir?" She said again louder and more determined.

The green-capped man turned and smiled at her then and was blown away by her beauty. When she walked into the room he noticed her, like every other red-blooded man in the place. He didn't stare at her though. He was raised to be a gentleman and gentlemen didn't stare no matter how pretty the woman was.

"You talking to me darling? 

His Southern drawl tickled her ears and she was pleasantly surprised. The corner of his mouth turned up. He rested his elbow on the counter trying to appear casual but his eyes took a moment to dance all over her face and body. 

"Yes, I am." Would you mind if I asked you a few questions?" 

The pretty gal pulled out a pair of coke bottle thick eyeglasses and a small pad of paper from her purse. She wasn't a typical truck stop lizard. She was classy and smart and dressed conservatively. Wow, this was a new approach! He mused.

"Don't want any company tonight, honey. You'll need to find yourself someone else, but thanks just the same." He said boldly then turned to face his buddies.

Hookers always zeroed in on him. He wasn't a bad looking guy, he guessed. He was tall and muscular. His huge feet probably got their attention. Big feet usually meant a big cock and the clever ladies were never wrong about him on that one.

"What?" Jessica blurted out. "You think I'm a...a prostitute!" She was incensed and ready to give this whole thing up and head out the door. 

"Well, aren't you?" Hell, he could've misread her, he guessed. 

"Certainly not! Jessica glared at him. 

"Oh, well, please excuse me ma'am my apologies to you." He tipped his hat to her. 

Hell, of course she was way too pretty and classy to be a hooker! So what the hell was she doing here of all places, so late on a snowy night? His protective gentlemanly instinct suddenly kicked into high gear. The diner, full of truckers leering at her were now pissing him off. This was no place for a classy lady like her!

"Well, since we cleared that up, would you be willing to answer some questions for me?" Jessica asked again, blinking through her thick eyeglasses. 

"You can take whatever you want darling, I'm all yours!" He teased. 

He was flattered to have the attention of such a pretty woman. He'd like to play a little, drag out having her undivided attention. 

The trucker was handsome in a rugged way. He looked like a young Tom Selleck with his a thick handlebar mustache but with short, straight brown hair. He was clean-shaven and neatly dressed. Jessica was surprised how attractive he was and even more surprised how attracted to him she was.

Jessica had never socialized with truckers or even blue-collar workers before. She was raised in wealthy suburb of Boston in a prominent family of neurosurgeons. She'd been sheltered and cloistered in private schools. Her family ran in wealthy circles. The only exposure to middle and lower class people was through various outreach programs and charity work. 

"Are you a long haul trucker?" She was waiting with pen in hand.

"Why, yes as a matter of fact, I am." He smiled. 

"Are you currently hauling a long distance load now?" 

"Why do you ask? Do you work for the state police? Did I miss a weight in station in my travels today?" He asked jokingly.

"No, I'm a soci..." Jessica paused. He didn't need to know she was a doctor of sociology. 

"I'm a writer. I'm writing a book about long distance truckers and detailing what their lives are like on the road." She explained.

"That a fact? Well there is only one way to really know the life of a long haul trucker." He took the last bite of his hamburger, grabbed a flimsy napkin from the metal napkin holder and wiped his mouth. 

"What's that?" Jessica leaned in closer to the man who smelled a bit like gasoline and tobacco.

"Become a long haul trucker." He chuckled. Both his dinner mates snickered. 

"Thank you for your time." Jessica said briskly as she threw down a few bucks to pay for the lousy, undrinkable coffee. She grabbed her coat and made a beeline for the door. 

"Should have known he was going to be an ass about it." She muttered under her breath as she headed for the door.

"You gonna let that pretty little doll leave Wade?" His dinner companion asked wide-eyed and shocked that he'd let such a stunner walk away.

"Hell no!" Wade grabbed a twenty from his black worn out leather wallet and leapt off the stool after her.

Wade stopped Jessica at the door just before she disappeared into the cold windy night. He grabbed the handle to stop her from leaving. 

"What are you doing? Let me go...now! It's obvious you've enjoyed a good laugh at my expense so I'm not wasting my time with ingrates like you." She glared at him.

"Ingrate? Don't think I've ever been called an ingrate before." He scratched his forehead under his cap.

"Well, I'm happy to be the first then. Now let me pass!" 


An Erotic Trucker's Tale Ch. 01



"Now hold up a minute darling. Have you seen the weather outside? You can't leave tonight! The roads are frozen over. I wouldn't be a gentleman if I let you go outside on night like tonight." 

"Oh, please!" Jessica rolled her eyes. "A gentleman wouldn't act like such an ass to a lady. Now you want to be the big strong man and protect me? Stop talking out of both sides of your mouth!" She tried to pry his arm away but he refused.

"Hey, know what? You're right. I was being a smart ass. I really thought you were messing with me back there. We get all kinds of crazy in these places. Why don't we get away from the door before you catch your death?" Wade pulled her arm gently and she reluctantly followed him. 

"I assure you I'm comparatively speaking, normal." Jessica assured, although lately, with what she'd been though with her ex-husband, she sometimes wondered.

"Are you some sort of reporter or something?" 

"I'm a writer." Hadn't she told him that at least twice already? She was beginning to wonder if this guy was thick.

"Right, you write. Hey isn't that a homonym? " Wade joked, maybe trying to impress her a bit. 

The trucker had never been to college. He would've gone to school but his girlfriend got pregnant right after their high school graduation. Wade was an avid reader though. He spent most night's alone reading in his rig. There wasn't much else to do.

"Actually it's a homophone." Jessica said then grinned at him. Admittedly, he was a tad bit charming. 

"Dually noted." Wade nodded with a smirk on his face. 

"I promise to answer your questions, ok, if I do will you stay? He crossed his heart to assure her he wasn't messing around. 

"Name's Wade, by the way, Wade Higgins." He smiled and held out his hand. 

"Jessica Winthrop." She shook his deeply calloused and mighty hand. His huge palm swallowed hers. 

****

Attractive women were a rarity at truck stops and Jessica Winthrop was extraordinary. Wade placed his hand on her back. He felt protective and well, proud, as he carefully guided her toward a worn out sofa in the lounge, tucked away from the rowdy crowd. The trucker chucked his hat onto the threadbare cushions and sat close to Jessica.

"I'm at your disposal ma'am." 

"You're right you know?" Jessica nodded.

"About what?" He asked trying to resist the urge to stroke her leg and kiss her full lips.

"If I'm ever going to know what its truly like being a long haul driver, I need to live the life of a long haul driver. I'm a stickler for details and my book has to be authentic."

"So you need to ask me how to get you're CDL license? That's a lot of time and a whole lot of money for one little book."

"It's not going to be a 'little' book!" Jessica growled.

"Alright, alright, don't be so uppity! But I mean what I said, if you want to get your license, you're in for the long haul." He winked hoping she'd find his pun clever. Her face remained unreadable though. 

"I have no intention of getting a CDL. I want to ride along with a trucker for the long haul. So...Wade Higgins, will you take me with you on your long haul ride?" Jessica asked point blank.

Jessica was tired and needed sleep. Wade was the man for the job or he wasn't. If not, she needed to move along and start fresh tomorrow.

At first, Wade thought he'd heard her wrong. Then he realized she must have been messing with him, major. Take her on his long, lonely journey? How could he be a gentleman and resist the urge to fuck her every day and night? That'd be impossible!

"Excuse me?" He murmured, nearly drooling, thinking of how soft, wet and tight she'd be.

"Take me with you...on your long haul trip!" She repeated. "I'd be willing to pay you. We'll have plenty of time to talk about your life and I'll experience firsthand what life is like on the road. This is exactly what I need to write my book. 

"Lady, I was wrong. You're cray-cray! You just met me! I'm a stranger and you want to spend three, four or more weeks with me on the open road?"

"I get an immediate and strong impression about people. I believe you're a decent, honest and hard-working man. I trust you" She pushed the thick pair of glasses up the bridge of her nose.

"Oh, well of course. If your instinct says so, then why not, right? Hey, I appreciate the compliment but I think you're bananas!"

"Don't mock me! I'll just find someone else then." Jessica took her purse readying to leave.

"Stay put you little firecracker!" He ordered.

"Listen to me and listen good baby!" Wade wagged his fingers inches from her nose. "You might've already noticed but there are some mean, nasty and downright violent sons of bitches in this trade. Most are decent but do you really want to take that chance?

"Then let me ride with you, problem solved." Jessica answered swatting his finger away from her face.

"And where do you intend to sleep?" He inched in even closer to her. 

'Damn, this woman smelled good!' He thought, like the sweet gardenias and roses his mama grew in Georgia. Her lips were plump and slick with a reddish gloss. Wade bet if he'd kiss her she'd taste like fresh berries and cream.

"In hotels or course." Jessica didn't understand the problem.

"I have a sleeping compartment and rarely sleep in hotels, if ever. I spend eleven hours a day on the road and sleep eat and...other things during my non driving time." 

Wade's mind wandered to things he'd do with her on his 'off' time. She'd ease his constant and bitter loneliness. He pictured in vivid details Jessica spreading her long legs for his throbbing cock, which was now hard as a rock. He shifted uncomfortably in his tight jeans. God, the things he would do with her!

"I don't know, I guess I didn't think of that." Jessica's was worried her plan wasn't as well thought out as she'd hoped. 

As his hard dick pressed painfully against his thigh, a wickedly decadent idea struck him, one that'd probably get his face smacked and rightly so if he proposed it to her. 

"Ok, Miss Winthrop I'll take you along but I have one big and I mean humungous condition." He took in a big gulp of air. He'd need it for what he was about to say.

"I'm listening." Jessica peered at him intently.

"You'll become my lover while we're together. You'll sleep with me in my bed and yes; you'll be my girlfriend. Meaning no other men, ever, no matter what. And, yes we sleep together in the 'biblical sense.' 

Wade braced himself waiting for her striking blow to cream his face but none came. Was she really considering becoming his lover? Might there be a glimmer of hope with the beautiful, classy Jessica Winthrop?

At first, Jessica was shocked by his proposal but she was a rational and decisive woman. She wasn't rattled, or highly emotional like other females. Logically, she weighed his conditions against her own moral code. They would have to share close quarters, so the idea of being intimate was practical from a non-emotional standpoint. From an emotional perspective though, the thought of becoming his lover was tantalizing. 

It annoyed her to no end that he was damn charming, sexy and handsome. Was she really sexually attracted to a truck driver?

Wade Higgins was nothing like any man she'd ever been involved with. Her type dressed in expensive suits, drove BMW's and earned at least a six-figure white-collar income. None of her previous lovers had ever worn faded Levi's jeans, John Deere caps and steel-toed work boots. 

However, Wade's southern charm and unassuming manner balanced her restrained, sophisticated and standoffish persona. Was she really thinking of doing this? She blew out a deep breath. 

"I will have sex with you tonight. In the morning, I'll decide if this will work or not. If you're a lousy lover I'll leave before you wake up tomorrow morning." 

The words were out there. She couldn't take them back and strangely or insanely depending on whom you asked, she didn't want too.

"Are you...are you serious?" Wade stammered. 

Was she messing with him? He couldn't believe his ears! 

His hard cock was ready to split his threadbare jeans wide open at the crotch and do a happy dance.

"Yes, I'm serious. Those are your conditions and I'm willing to compromise with you for the sake of my book."

"Oh man, I'm gonna love your book!" Wade gushed feeling like a randy schoolboy about to score some of the best pussy of his life.

"You'd better love it. Most of it will be about you." She grinned. 

Jessica grabbed her smartphone from her coat pocket and began to click away. Wade pressed in close to her now, his body nearly sealed to hers. 

"Could we seal the deal with a kiss, please?" He begged while nuzzling her cheek. Jessica rolled her eyes and pushed his face away. Wade snuck a peek at what she was typing on her screen. 

"Why you Googling me girl? Didn't you just get through saying you trusted me?"

"If we're going to be intimate I need to know more about you. You could be a rapist or worse, a serial murder. Can I please double-check your CDL too? I need to know you are who you say you are." She smiled. 

"You're messing with me! Hell, you got me honey!" He threw his back and laughed out loud. This uppity little blonde beauty had a sense of humor. Wade thought he was the luckiest man on earth right then. 

"Well, I need to be sure you're a good match too before I take you to bed." He said seductively. 

"And how're you going find that out Wade? Jessica stopped typing a moment and looked up at him. 

"Let's find out how well you kiss, smarty pants." 

In a flash, Wade pulled her onto his lap. Jessica yelped and tried but push away but relaxed when his moist lips caught hers in a soft and deep kiss. The trucker caressed her face tenderly. Wade's lips pressed deeply into hers. His mustache ticked her upper lip and the coarse facial hair left ruddy red marks on her flawless skin. 

Wade devoured Jessica's mouth. He slid his hand down the gap in back of her low-rise jeans and stopped short just below the crack of her buttocks. The trucker eased his other hand behind her neck and pulled her tighter into his kiss. He eased his tongue into her mouth and licked all inside her wet sweetness. Their tongues danced together. Wade closed his eyes and moaned loudly as he broke from the kiss to catch his breath. She was so warm and pliant!

Jessica wrapped her hands loosely around his neck and let him have his way. 'Oh, god, he was a good kisser!" She thought. Her silk panties were soaked from her arousal. Her clit throbbed and ached for his touch. She was ready to fuck a total stranger. She'd truly lost her mind. 

Wades eased his hand under her sweater. He toyed daringly with the clasps on her bra and seemed intent on unhooking her lacy garment and allowing her delicious tits to fall into his waiting hands. The trucker's huge cock was throbbing and pressed almost painfully into her buttocks. He continued to kiss her deeply and thoroughly. 

Nearly everyone in the place was watching Wade and Jessica devour each other. The passion Wade and Jessica shared was so deep and surreal the couple seemed oblivious to everyone else in the place. Hunger and longing was plaintively written across each of the lonely trucker's faces. The men were seething with envy. Jessica was the prettiest woman to ever grace the rough and tumble truck stop. Wade Higgins, they thought, was the luckiest man on the planet right now. Wade's dinner buddies were elbowing and high-fiving each other.

"Hey!" the diner manager barked at them. "Take that back to your truck!" 

Wade broke the kiss and gazed into her eyes. Pure, raw hunger gripped him, like an aching in his gut. He wanted to reach into the front of her jeans, slip inside her panties and caress her slippery wet swollen pussy lips. If he didn't grab her hand and drag her out of the place, this second, he'd rip off all her clothing and fuck her raw on the dingy sofa. 

"Let's go to my truck darling." He grabbed her hand and yanked her up.

"I guess I pass muster, then?" She gently caressed his rugged face.

"Oh yes, indeedy, you pass! You're mine Miss Jessica Winthop, for the long haul! 

Wade pointed her toward the exit and hustled her out of the lounge and through the diner.

As soon as they made it outside, a cold wind howled furiously. Wade held Jessica tightly against his body to protect her from the freezing temperatures. The frozen chill stole the air from his lungs. 

Wade walked her into the side of the building and away from the blinding neon lights, into a dimly lit area. He pressed Jessica into the wall and ground his crotch into her, making sure she felt every inch of him. His possessive bone-crushing kiss stole her breath away as quickly as the bitterly cold wind.

Jessica pushed him away so she could catch her breath. Wades hand was up inside her jacket, under her sweater and kneading her breasts. The wall was ice cold and Jessica began to shiver.

"Oh baby girl you're freezing! Lets get you into my truck."

Jessica winced at the silly pet name. She was a nearly thirty-two year old sophisticated woman. A college professor with a doctorate in Sociology, not someone's derogatory sounding 'baby girl.' 

"I need to get some things from my rental car. Jessica headed toward the white sedan.

"Come over her baby. Give me those keys." You let your man do that for you." He ordered. 

"Honestly, Wade, this will be a problem. I'm not a helpless woman and god forbid, won't ever be one. Please let me take care of my own business." She tried to open the car with the remote but he blocked her.

"Honestly...Jessica, I know you're not helpless. You're trying so hard to be strong all the time. Try being soft for once and let someone else be strong for you, ok?" Wade took the keys and Jessica was rendered speechless.

'Did he open her heart and take a good look inside?' She wondered. Did Wade somehow know she was in pain; real pain and she covered her anguish with a tough façade. 'Damn!' Jessica thought. She hoped he couldn't read her mind too.

Wade opened up the car and removed everything, from the dash to the trunk. He wasn't going to leave of any of her possessions behind, anything for her to have an excuse to come back for. All her possessions were going into his truck. Jessica tried to grab for one of the heavy bags but Wade brushed her away.

"You're not used to a man taking care of you are, you Jessica?" I'm taking everything and you're just gonna let me, ok? He nodded his head assuredly.

"That was a rhetorical question by the way." Wade hit the remote button to lock up the car.

"I got that right didn't I? 'Rhetorical?' I'm a redneck so I'll need to check with my intellectual beauty for corrections when necessary."

"You got it right." Jessica murmured knowing he was teasing on some levels but he struck a nerve. They were polar opposites.

"I'll call the rental car place in the morning and have them pick up the vehicle tomorrow. I'll pay for whatever premium 'pickup charge' they'll probably whack you with. I'll run inside and leave the keys with the manger of the diner. He's a friend of mine. I trust him. He's gruff but he's all bark. Deep down he's a real marshmallow." 

"I don't want you to pay for my car Wade! Irritation was bubbling to the surface. "I don't need a man to take care of me."

Wade walked over to her and placed the bags on the cold blacktop. A blustering wind whipped up a flurry of snow. He pulled Jessica by her collar toward him. 

"Here's how a man from the south does things little darling. I'm taking charge and there isn't a damn thing you can do about it. A southern man takes care of his woman. If you've got a problem with that tell me right now. I'll drive you to a hotel in my truck and we'll say goodbye. So let me know right now if you're not ok with me taking care of you inside and outside the bedroom."

"Ok, please take me to the hotel then." Jessica was tiring of his constant need for control. She wasn't used to a man pushing her around. If he was testing her mettle he was in for a rude awakening. 

"Oh, no, don't fucking test me baby!" Wade barked. 

He grabbed her buttocks and pulled her into his crotch. Jessica looped her arms around his neck. God, he made her feel so sexy and desirable! So much for her steely reserve! 

"Good girl. Now follow me." Wade marched her toward his truck.

****

The trucker owned a full sized semi. The rig was fully loaded and awaiting a long journey to the Oregon coast. Wade slid the key into the door of the sleeping compartment. The cold creeping was into the soles of Jessica's boots and she stomped her feet to warm them. She hoped the Northwest was warmer than this cold slushy mess. 

The compartment was spacious and cozy and surprisingly well appointed. A queen size bed was tucked against the wall with just enough room for two people to squeeze by on each side. The small kitchenette contained a small countertop, microwave, sink, apartment sized refrigerator and one burner stove. A tiny gas fireplace came to life when Wade flipped a switch. 

Wade took off his coat and hung the garment in a hanging locker nearby. He sauntered over to Jessica and unzipped her coat. He eased his hands inside the jacket and pulled her tightly against him. He gazed down at her through hooded, predatory and hungry eyes. He was a tall man at least six feet four. Jessica rose up on her tiptoes and impulsively kissed his lips. Wade moaned into her mouth.

Wade eased the coat off her shoulders. The jacket fell onto the bed. His strong fingers crept up her sweater. He cupped her breasts through the thin lacy bra then slipped his hands under the wire. Jessica's nipples instantly hardened. Wade rolled the pliant nubs between his fingers. He yanked the cashmere sweater over her head. He eased the bra straps off her shoulders and yanked the material away exposing her perfectly shaped breasts. Wade stepped back to inspect her.

"A perfect beauty." He murmured and gazed intently at her full breasts. 

Jessica shivered under his intense scrutiny. A rush of rich creamy arousal ran out of her pussy and bathed her panties. So this was what it was like to be adored? She marveled. 

Wade eased her onto the bed. He unhooked her bra while nibbling at her bottom lip. He tossed the garment into the corner of the bed and kissed and sucked her neck while pinching and plucking her nipples. Wade squeezed her pliant flesh and groaned into her mouth. He ducked his head to her breast and sucked a nipple between his lips and bit lightly at the dusky point. 

More arousal creamed her panties. Jessica closed her eyes and parted her thighs for him. Her body began to tremble waiting, anticipation for whatever he'd planned for her. 

Jessica nestled into the soft, thick comforter and wondered how many other women he'd fucked in his bed. She tried to toss the thought from her mind though. She wouldn't let anything spoil this delicious moment.

Wade slowly removed her jeans. Next to follow were her panties. Jessica was naked before him. He then lay down beside her. His fingers quickly slipped between her legs into her slick, silky, pussy lips making her jump and squirm. She was soaking wet. Wade closed his eyes and groaned as he worked her pliant flesh inside and out. 

"So nice and wet for your man, baby. I like that so much." He whispered into her ear.

The slippery wet sound of her juicy arousal filled the small space. Wade worked his finger into her slickness, pressing into her clit with each bold stroke of his fingers. Jessica arched her back and cried out. More honey coated his fingers. He smiled knowing she was ready to break. Wade rose off the bed. He dipped his fingers, coated with her tasty juices, into his mouth.

"Umm, umm good." He said softly as he licked each digit covered in her distinct pussy flavor.




An Erotic Trucker's Tale Ch. 01



Wade unbuttoned his flannel shirt and tossed the garment into a pile near Jessica's discarded clothing. His worn jeans were next to go. His huge, bulging cock was straining against the white briefs. Wade discarded the underwear. His prick bobbed heavily a moment and then pressed flat into his stomach. Thick veins covered his dick pulsing and throbbing. Jessica's eye widened. 

"Don't you fret darling." He assured in his deep southern drawl. "I promise I'll fit inside you especially after I'm done eating you."

The trucker fell into the bed and pried her legs wide open. He dove between her legs and slithered on his belly closer to her juicy core. His nose was an inch away from glistening pussy lips. He inhaled deeply drawing in the scent of her intoxicating feminine arousal. Wade separated her pretty swollen pink folds with two fingers and blew gently into her, aiming right at her clit. Jessica jerked off the bed and shivered intensely. 

"Oh, Wade!" She cried grabbing his hair and pulling him closer into her pussy.

"Yes, baby girl, I love when you call my name." He cooed.

Quickly, he dove into her pussy and feasted inside the swollen folds. Wade licked and sucked and noisily ate her out thoroughly. He eased his middle finger into her and worked the digit rapidly in and out of her. He stopped every few seconds to lick her taste from his finger. She was delicious. He shivered with delight knowing he'd be able to feast on her many more times in the coming days and weeks. 

Jessica broke and came into his mouth with an explosive force. She screamed and nearly shot off the bed. Wade gently pushed his hand on her belly to keep her rooted into the mattress. Wade removed his finger then his tongue drove into her convulsing pussy and he drank the honey oozing out of her. As her orgasm waned he smeared her arousal over her swollen tissue and licked up every last drop.

Wade hovered over Jessica's shapely nude body. She was primed and ready to take his huge cock. His sack was heavy with jizz roiling in his engorged balls. If he didn't come soon he might explode. He spread her legs wide apart, grabbed his cock and rubbed the mushroomed head across her quivering swollen tissue. 

"Do we need protection baby? I swear no my mothers grave I'm disease free, but birth control...?" His voice trailed off. Dear god he prayed he could make love to her bareback. 

"I'm protected." Jessica murmured. 

The contraception she was taking was for menstrual regulation and not much more. Her chances of getting pregnant were slim though. Her ex-husband reminded her of this fact many times during the months they were trying to conceive.

Wade rubbed the spongy head in between her wet pussy lips and began a slow and steady descent into her throbbing tightness. 

As he eased into her she groaned and squirmed. He knew Jessica was straining to take all of him into her. Her slippery, tight sheath resisted the intrusion. He managed to push nearly all of his cock into her. He gave her a moment to adjust to his size. 

"Are you alright baby?" He whispered then kissed her wet full lips. 

Wade hadn't been with a woman for months. Jessica Winthrop, he decided was worth those months of jerking off instead of seeking multiple fucks with the trashy truck stop lizards. He still couldn't believe he was making love to her. How could a trashy white boy from Georgia wind up with such a smart, sexy and fiery woman? What the hell did she see in him anyhow?" he wondered.

"You feel absolutely wonderful Wade." Jessica's face was a perfect picture of sexual rapture. She held gripped his muscular biceps. 

"You glad you didn't go to that hotel tonight, baby girl?" Wade chuckled into her ear. 

Before Jessica had a chance to answer, Wade slid out of her pussy and then plunged into her ferociously, grinding her pelvis into his. He plunged deeply into her a few more times until he had to pull back. Wade felt her pussy quiver around his intrusive cock and he knew another orgasm was ready to erupt. Arousal coursed and covered his dick. 

Wade held back with all the willpower he could summon. Her pussy was hungry for his cum. Her insides were throbbing and sucking his dick into her tight sheath. He knew in a matter of seconds his seed would explode into her. Sweat beaded on his forehead. He grunted and groaned as her body seized each time he buried his cock into her. As he thrust into her savagely, Jessica dug into his forearms to anchor her body from each punishing blow. 

A sudden and intense orgasm nearly rocketed Jessica off the bed and shook her body to the core. Her pussy milked him hard and tipped him over the edge. He roared, grabbed her ass and pulled himself into her as deeply as he could. Jessica winced then cried out. His cock pumped his seed into her, coating her cervix with his sticky cream. 

After they were each replete, they lay still, folded in each other's arms. Wade and Jessica were flushed and breathing heavily. The absolute pleasure written across her face made him growl with pure masculine pride. 

Wade nuzzled her neck and kissed her earlobe nipping playfully at her. Their eyes locked as they slowly stroked each other. Jessica looked away though and then closed her eyes. Each freighted by overwhelming feelings they had for each another but neither would dare articulate. He pressed his cheek into hers and relished her warm, soft skin. 'God he could fall for her hard.' He worried.

"Did that feel good baby?" He murmured into her ear. Jessica was silent through. Her breathing slowed and she was still.

"Baby?" Wade called to her as he gently stroked her face.

Jessica was sound asleep. 'Poor thing must've been exhausted!' Wade thought. He kissed her pretty plump lips softly so not to wake her. 

Wade's carefully slipped out of her. His semen and her juices covered his cock in a viscous milky coating. Her pussy was soaking wet. Wade carefully cleaned her pretty pink folds with a towel. 

His sleeper compartment was fragranced with an intoxicating mingling of their sexual juices. While she slept the harsh winter wind howled and rocked the truck. They were warm, secure and safe though. 

'Who was this fascinating woman?' Wade wondered. She'd completely and thoroughly captivated him. A growing obsession for her was gnawing at him. Growing into possessive and unyielding desire. Realistically though how could they ever be together? They were worlds apart. That's when something dark and dominant was permanently etched across his heart.



An Erotic Trucker's Tale Ch. 02



This is an EDITED draft and the second chapter of a multi chapter novel. Thank you taking the time to read this and enjoy.





Jessica woke the next morning feeling groggy and cold. Streaks of sunlight bore through the sides of a dark shaded window. She shut her eyes and snuggled under the warm covers. Instantly, her sleepy brown eyes flew open when she remembered where she was. Inside Wade Higgins's truck, a cozy sleeping berth to be precise. 

The semis great diesel engine was rumbling and gently vibrating the bed. The driver wasn't in the truck though. She rubbed her temples. She'd spent the night with a trucker from Georgia, a good old southern boy. 

Foolish? Perhaps, but she'd felt an instant and deep connection with him. She couldn't explain it or understand herself. Jessica moaned aloud. She'd thoroughly enjoyed the intensity of last night but she knew it wasn't more than a moment of passion stirred and agitated by the their distinct differences. 

Each was fascinated by the other. Nothing more. Jessica convinced herself with dubious certainty. She rubbed her thighs together. His dried stickiness commingled with hers. Her insides ached, raw and throbbing. Wade's enormous shaft was perfectly proportioned to his large muscular structure, height and mass. She'd been enthralled by their primal and needful sexual encounter. Now however, she was scared shitless. She refused to believe she had feelings for the trucker. A trucker? Seriously? She must be nuts!

The last time she let her feelings guide her she fell in love with Steven. Her ex-husbands infidelity crushed her soul. After him she resolved to swallow her tears and harden her heart. Inherently she was a kind and loving person smothered in a fragile eggshell coating of sensitivity. After Steven left though an impenetrable and tough cocoon of determined resolve formed around her true essence.

'This was a mistake, a really big mistake.' Jessica realized. She would pack up and get out as quickly as possible. 

A sexy, silky black blouse, a pair of stylish skin-tight designer jeans and high-heeled Italian leather boots were laid out for her on the bed. 'He'd rifled though my things?' She was irritated then perplexed. Jessica wore this outfit when she wanted to feel downright sexy. How did he know that?

This was completely illogical, so irrational. How'd Wade know to pick out this exact outfit? How could such a random man, a truck driver no less understand her so intrinsically after just meeting her last night? It was as if Wade peered into a crystal ball and could see her inner workings. 

Jessica threw the covers off and began to scramble, quickly shoving all her possessions into her large duffel bags. She smelled like sex, she smelled like Wade, his very deep musky essence. His strong scent seemed to have permeated her, clung to her skin. She washed her face in the tiny sink and ran a brush through her long blonde locks.

This would be an interesting walk of shame, her first and only early morning stroll out of an eighteen-wheeler at a truck stop in Albany, New York. How could she get much lower than this? Her bags were packed and she hoisted them over shoulder, drew back the heavy curtain and found herself staring in awe out the windshield. 

Frosty bits of snow and icicles clung to the glass and shimmered in the bright and blinding early morning sun. Wispy, sugary snowflakes softly blanketed the wet, slushy snowfall underneath. All around truckers were cleaning their rigs. The trucks diesel stacks were puffing black as tar smoke into the crisp winter air. Jessica stopped and gazed at the sight, taking a moment to marvel at the view from outside the windows all around her. Sitting this high up gave her a wondrous glimpse into the world from this lofty perspective. 

A moment of regret knotted at her insides. If she bailed she'd miss everything, literally, down the road, the opportunity to travel into the guts and soul of America. When would she ever get another chance like this? This beautiful country was hers for the price of spreading her legs wide open for a tall trucker.

Jessica thoroughly understood that sexual intercourse was a primal need. That urgent call of nature had to be answered. It was her job to know how humans 'clicked.' Humans were sexual creatures. So she wasn't a prude by any stretch and didn't feel their mutual agreement was tawdry. 

What worried Jessica was that she knew Wade was destined to become a dangerous emotional adversary because the line was becoming blurred with poignant, tender longing. He would try to knock her walls down with an enormous battering ram, namely his body. She couldn't let this trucker get under her skin like a chronic rash that hurt so good. 

As Jessica opened the compact truck door and stepped out she forget she was so high off the ground and she nearly fell. Luckily she caught the trucks steel grab bar. Her high-heeled feet landed on the running board. She inadvertently dropped the duffle bags and her gear landed in a slushy pile of snow. Jessica exhaled a heavy sigh of relief. It was a long way down to the ground! 

Suddenly, Wade appeared, darting out from the front of the truck. He clomped through the tall snow to help her. Jessica clung to the bar for dear life. She was in shock, wild-eyed, after nearly breaking her neck. She must look ridiculous. So much for making a quick getaway! She shouldn't skulk away though. They were rational adults. He would understand why she was leaving. 

"Hey watch it! The first step is a doozey." Wade smiled up at her as he yanked off a pair of thick, grimy work gloves. One blue eye was tightly shut in an attempt to block out the brilliant early morning sunshine.

The bright golden rays of the sun did little to warm the sub zero temperatures. Wades face was red and raw. He was wearing a heavy-duty Carhartt duck coat with the collar turned up against the freezing wind. His huge black Red Wing work boots made enormous prints in the snow where he'd walked.

"Hey you look damn sexy darlin'! So you like the clothes I picked out, huh?" Wade looked her up and down clearly very proud and pleased she was wearing the outfit he chose for her. 

Wade held up his hands. He expected her to leap into his arms? Jessica didn't understand why but she just trusted him to catch her. She leaned over and released her white-knuckle grip on the grab bar. He caught her firmly in his large, powerful arms. When the trucker saw the duffel bags burrowed in a nearby snow pile though his brow furrowed and his face became grim.

"Goin' somewhere Jessica?" he asked, the muscles in his mouth twitched with rage 'Like hell' he thought to himself.

"Wade, I've changed my mind. I won't be going with you."

"Umm, well why would you go and do a thing like that?" 

'Jessica wanted to leave him? The mere thought of such a thing was incredulous.' Wade thought angrily. He felt she'd punched him square in the gut. His lungs felt robbed of air. 'Fucking hell...no way!' If she kept insisting on leaving she'd have him squirming on his belly, begging her to stay. No woman ever had his balls in such a tight sling before!

"Like what?" Jessica shook her head not understanding.

"Think you could leave without me puttin' up a fight?" he crossed his arms and glared down at her. 

"Ok. Wade I'm leaving so please don't make this awkward and strained." She tried wiggle free but his hands remained in a viselike grip around her waist.

"Awkward, strained---really? I can still taste your pussy on my 'stache and mouth. You've got a whole lot of me swimming around deep inside you baby. We are waaay past 'awkward and strained'" he mocked her in a stilted and nerdy twang.

Wade grabbed her close to his body and ducked his head down toward her face. His lips were less than an inch away from hers. Jessica closed her eyes. She could feel his hot breathy vapors on her in the cold air. The trucker pressed his lips possessively into her wet mouth. She nearly gave in but turned her head away breaking from the kiss.

"So is what I'm sayin' makin' you uncomfortable? Well too bad. We're perfect in the sack together baby. Tonight, I'll make you cum so many times your toes 'il curl before you pass out. That's a promise! Now stop bein' so uppity and get them bags and yourself into the truck. I want to eat you for breakfast." The trucker's eyes flashed mercilessly, like diamonds melted into a blue velvet background. He gripped her belly and pushed her into the cold steel of the truck. 

The chill of icy metal crept through her expensive haute couture but miserably impractical cropped leather jacket. She'd dressed in the outfit only because she was trying to make a mad dash away from him. She realized too late what an unfortunate choice she'd made. He pressed his long legs into hers and had her immobilized against the rig. 

"Wade, I mean it" she tried to push him off but he ignored her warning and began to feast on her neck. His cold lips pressed into her straining flesh. 

"Stop it." she pushed against his bicep's but he was too strong. 

Did he really think he could manhandle her? He kissed her deeper and licked her skin. His mustache flicked at her flesh. 'He could still taste her on his mustache?' The thought of her juices lingering on him was so deeply erotic. Jessica's whole body was tingling. Her fresh panties were soaked in her arousal. 'God, god, oh god, that...felt...so good! Her mind raced. She could give in just one more time she rationalized. Jessica craved him, wanted him inside her again, just—once more. No, this was crazy! She was stronger than this, wasn't she?

"Wade, stop. I really mean it! If you don't let me go...I swear... This is your last chance." Jessica shouted with what she was sure was firm and assertive conviction.

"Ha...ha ha ha! he threw his head back and roared with laughter. "Ok little lady. Give it your best shot darlin'!" 

Before the words left his mouth, Jessica stomped her heel into his instep, grinding the point hard into his foot. Wade didn't budge. Steel toe boots, of course. She grunted loudly in frustration.

"Um, ouch?" he said mocking her.

Jessica closed her hand tightly into a fist then punched him striking upward to the chin. As he was reeling from the first blow, she immediately struck his gut and knocked the wind out of him. Wade tumbled back and nearly fell. A look of shock and confusion enveloped his once smug face. 

Now free, Jessica lunged for her bags but glanced over at Wade, feeling a twinge of worry and concern. He was more in shock than pain. He'd gotten a well-deserved lick of her though! She was proud of her hard earned top notch fighting skills. A good friend and former Israel solider taught her many stealth hand-to-hand combat maneuvers. 'Those self-defense lessons finally came in handy.' She mused. 

"What the...? You Hellcat! Where'd you learn to punch like that?" Wade bellowed, hunched over grabbing his stomach and chin. 

"I warned you Wade Higgins." Jessica shook off the bags. The luggage was drenched from landing in the slushy pile. Each was covered in dirty snow. 

"You want me Jessica Winthrop, don't deny it!" He shouted. "I made you come better than any man before me. So you got spooked? What, I'm too much of a man for ya? Can't run away from the way you feel about me baby doll."

Jessica rolled her eyes and blew away a long loose strand of blonde hair from her face. She teetered away as fast as she was able in the highly impractical three-inch heels through the dirty slush covered parking lot. 'Seven hundred dollars, wasted.' She huffed. 

'Let her think she has the upper hand.' Wade thought wincing in pain from the can of 'whoop ass' she'd just unleashed on him. He had her wrapped, tight, like a hot sweet little bun fresh out of the oven. Wade smiled wickedly.

As Jessica passed between each rig, Wade followed about ten feet behind, ducking behind trucks whenever she'd stop and glance behind her. Trucks stops were a dangerous place. Many depraved people frequented these rest areas. Truckers were often shot at, knifed or beaten to death. Happened all the time. A woman, in this godforsaken place was open to all sorts of prey. 

As the gorgeous, tall blonde wobbled along on the ridiculously high-heeled boots and tight jeans between the tightly packed big rigs, wolf calls, whistles, hoots and jeers from the rowdy truckers filled the packed place. Jessica became nervous and wished she wasn't so hasty leaving Wade. 

Little did she know, Wade was only a few steps behind, eyeballing and threatening any man who leered at his woman. Challenging any man who dare try to follow Jessica with a growling 'fuck off asshole, she's my woman!' He was tall, muscular and more intimidating than most men. Luckily, no one challenged him.

As she approached the diner where she'd parked her rental last night Jessica stopped short. The spot was empty. She scanned the lot. Someone stole her damn car?

Jessica hurried inside. The building looked as bleak during the day as it had at night. In the harsh light of day the diner seemed even more rundown. All the cracks, fading and wear showed all that much more as the sun streamed through the grimy windows. A smattering of travel weary families and truckers were eating breakfast. The place reeked of greasy fried food and burnt coffee. Jessica's stomach growled even though the smell of the place was revolting. 

"There was a car parked outside last night, a white Ford Taurus? Did you happen to see it?" she asked a buck-toothed waitress. 

The homely girl's hair was pulled tight into a ratty ponytail that revealed every inch of her blotchy, acne-ridden skin. Her complexion was hideous. Jessica felt sorry for the poor soul. 

"I started my shift at five o'clock this morning ma'am" she answered in a monotone voice, her countenance blank, flat. 

"I didn't see nothin' when I got to work this morning" she listlessly poured coffee, her movements, robotic. Her scrawny shoulders were hunched over as if the weight of the world had crushed her spirit a long time ago. 

"Damn!" Jessica muttered under her breath.

She reached into her purse to grab her cell but the phone was missing. Jessica removed everything from her handbag but the cell wasn't there. 'What the hell is going on?' She wondered in a panic.

"You want coffee?" The waitress asked blankly through her ugly buckteeth. She seemed annoyed Jessica was taking up space in her zone.

"No thank you." Jessica shook her head, put everything back into her bag and walked away from the counter, her purse clutched close to her chest.

It didn't take her long to put two and two together though. Jessica then realized with sudden brilliant clarity why her car and phone were missing. Of course, Wade took them as ploy to keep her from leaving. She was sure of it. She was furious. Clearly she'd have to go back to his truck, but he came to her instead. 

Wade Higgins filled a room. He sauntered into the diner and immediately scanned the place for Jessica. Theirs eyes locked. Jessica crossed her arms and glared at Wade then pounded over to him. 

Wade matched her disgusted look with his own contemptible scowl. His chin and stomach throbbed. Why'd she look so pissed? He was the injured party here! 

"Tell me where the car is Wade and give me back my phone—now! This is childish and highly manipulative." Her voice was subdued and calm. Jessica didn't do scenes. Not worth her energy. 

"Right, the car and phone." A mock perplex look crossed his face as he rubbed his stubbly chin. 

Early this morning, just as the red and pink hues of dawn twinkled over the horizon he'd snuck out of the truck. He hid the rental behind a row of eighteen-wheelers in the farthest corner of the lot. Jessica's phone was safely stashed in his coat pocket. 

"I want my car and my phone now or I'll be forced to call the police" she repeated calmly.

"Let's get some breakfast and discuss this. Just breakfast. As a gesture of my good faith, here's your phone." He pulled her cell from the breast pocket of his coat and handed it to her. 

"Not a chance in hell Wade" Jessica took the phone and shook her head. 

She turned her back to him and walked away. Wade reached for her elbow but Jessica managed to yank her arm away quickly.

"Stop trying to manipulate me Wade. You can't possibly think this is appropriate behavior, can you?

"Nothin' ever ruffles your feathers does it Jessica? Must be the cold northern weather? Makes you folks as cold as the winter temperatures."

"What are you talking about?"

"I mean you don't act like a typical woman. No tears, no screaming, no scenes. I mean, if it weren't for that gorgeous face and killer body, I'd think you were a man, the way you're acting and all."

"You're controlling and scheming, bottom line. Because I have a brain and I don't swoon over you like the women you sleep with, that makes me like a man? Really? Your theory is flawed at best and asinine. You can't control me and it's killing you, isn't it? Jessica was ready to kill him. 

"...You're controlling and scheming, blah, blah, blah!" Wade mocked her controlled tone again.

"I've had enough. Your immaturity is astounding! Screw it. I don't need to take this. I'm calling the police. 

"Come on Jessica!" He tried to grab for her arm again but she jerked away and lunged at him with a vengeance. 

The trucker held up his hands, palms forward and backed off quickly. He doubted Jessica would pummel him in such a public place but he wasn't going to chance it and he wouldn't fend her off either. He'd rather die then lay an unkind hand on a lady.

"Just breakfast Jessica. I know you're hungry. I can hear your stomach growling. I swear on my grannies grave, I'll walk you personally to your car when we're finished. Please sweetheart?" 

Those damn eyes were the bluest of the blue. They were huge platters of pleading sexiness and she was ready to scream. There, he did it to her again! That stinking charm of his! Jessica screwed up her face and gritted her teeth. 

"God, you're insufferable." She sighed deeply and shook her head. "Just breakfast. Then I get my car and no more games!" 

"Me? Never!" He yanked his gloves off and shoved them hastily into his pockets. 

****

Wade couldn't help himself. He rested his chin in his hand and just had to stare at the beautiful woman sitting across from him at the battered old laminate table. Jessica was clearly out of place in such a dive. The tattered booth seats were ripped and the floor was dirty. The dull and lifeless faces in the shabby worn out place paled so drastically in comparison to the brightness and class Jessica Winthrop exuded. 

The men in the diner also had their peepers glued on Jessica. Wade was so proud of his beautiful lady he was ready to burst. But he was jealous too. 'He found her first or rather she found him, even better!' He reckoned then felt like a child who was leery of having his treasured toy stolen by another greedy child. Most men wouldn't dare fuck with him though. Wade towered over most men. He was a solidly built muscular mass. 

The putrid coffee was going cold in her cup while Jessica stared out the window. Her blouse was modestly buttoned up but her ample cleavage clung sexily to the silk fabric. Wade wasn't sure he could wait until tonight. He was salivating thinking about slipping her clothing off and watching the things puddle around her perfect body. He wanted to eat everything she was serving up.

"You're so unbelievably beautiful Jessica." Wade reached across the table and engulfed her hands into his huge, dry and calloused ones. Jessica pulled away from his grip though.

"I agreed to breakfast and we're almost done, so I'd like my car now." Her voice was controlled and calm. 

"One week, ok? Just one week on the road. Hell, by that time we'll have left this lousy weather behind us. Sweetheart, you'll be absolutely amazed how beautiful this country is. I'll show you the open road like no one else can. It's magnificent!" Wade hoped his enthusiasm was contagious and Jessica had caught the bug.




An Erotic Trucker's Tale Ch. 02



"Besides, you're my woman now, remember our deal?"

Maybe she was considering it, Wade hoped. Jessica didn't protest but hung her head and began to fiddle with a cheap, pitted aluminum spoon. He was a southern boy and couldn't wait to leave the cold. Some nice Georgia sunshine would do 'um both some good. 

Sure it was still a bit chilly down south with this cold snap engulfing the Eastern seaboard but hell anyplace was better than here! Jessica would warm up to the south once she'd give it a try. Once he got his chilly princess out of Boston for a spell, her icy composure would thaw. Wade was sure of it.

"So you hide my car and jack my phone to stake some primitive barbaric claim on me? Do you have any idea how uncomfortable this makes me? Beside the deal was we spend one night together and I get to choose whether I stay on as your 'woman,' remember that detail?" 

"Don't even try to give me some half baked claim that you didn't thoroughly enjoy what I did to your very wet body last night" he whispered hoarsely through gritted teeth, waving a finger in her direction. He was angry and sick and tired of steadfast composure and lies. 

Jessica remained grimly silent. She didn't lie and wouldn't give him the satisfaction of catching her in a fib. Of course she was on fire last night. Of course she was enthralled with him.

"That's what I thought." Wade leaded back into the booth. The cheap plastic groaned under his weighty mass.

"I thought your story was the most important thing to you? You're willing to give up your dream so quickly 'cause you got cold feet? 

"Of course my book is very important, but your controlling personality alarms me!" Jessica crossed her arms defensively.

"What you consider overbearing is just me staking my claim and protecting what is mine. I'm not goin' to apologize. That's a real man's job. You're used to wimpy, intellectual men who've got no backbone, right? I'll grow on you, I promise in a very, very good way." 

"Staking a claim on a human sounds barbaric." Jessica shook her head.

"Why don't you spend some time getting to know me before you judge me?" 

'He did have a point' she thought. Steven hadn't ever jumped to her defense. He'd always allowed her to fight her own battles. Sometimes though she wished he would've. She'd gotten tired of fighting and secretly wished her partner would push harder and be stronger than her sometimes.

"One week Wade, I'll give it one week. No more games. If I ever feel threatened, I leave. No questions asked."

"Agreed." Wade answered a bit too quickly, Jessica thought.

Wade rose up and lumbered over to Jessica's seat and sat down beside her, then pressed his body into her, as if he was testing her mettle and reaction in a risqué situation. The blonde tried to wriggle away but he held her firmly. She became ridged, then remembered she was suppose to try and understand him and tried to relax. Jessica wasn't opposed to displays of public affection she just wasn't used to it. 

Wades big paw of a hand reached under the table and began to caress the inside of her thigh while he nipped and nibbled her ear. Jessica swallowed hard to calm the primal urges his touch aroused in her. Although tender from last night's nocturnal delights the thought of him inside her roused Jessica once again. 

"I wish we could make love before we hit the road, baby." He whispered into her ear. "Are you wet for me now?" 

Jessica scanned the restaurant wondering if people knew what he was doing to her body. After a moment though she closed her eyes and just didn't care. She'd never see the patrons of this greasy spoon again. God his hand felt so good. He was getting her all hot and bothered again. 

"Answer me sweet baby girl." His voice growled deep and low. He flicked the tip of his tongue in and out of her ear, imitating the movements of his cock inside her pussy. 

"Yes" she said softly closing her eyes and letting him continue his ministrations, forfeiting her deeply ingrained and well-bred restraint. 

"Oh sweetness I'm so hard for you right now. When we're driving today think about how hard you make me. I'm gonna pile drive into your wet pussy tonight. Your sweet sticky scent is stuck in my sheets. The bed, the truck and the cab all smell like you." 

"Just promise me one thing." Wade asked as he pulled his wet lips away from her ear. Jessica shivered from the hot juices his tongue left on her.

"What's that?" Jessica said with a breathy sigh. 

"Please don't kick my ass anymore. It kills a man's pride to get an ass kickin' from a lady, but a pretty one...sends your pride straight into the shitter!" 

****

Traffic was heavy and congested, bottlenecking as they left Albany. The storm dumped more snow than anyone expected and the state was having trouble keeping up with the snow removal. Wade drove slowly and cautiously on the icy roads. 

Seeing the world from a trucker's perspective was more incredible than she'd envisioned. She felt like a mighty and all seeing voyeur as she peered down at the 'four wheelers," a trucker's nickname for cars, Wade had told her. Little, listless bugs were creeping along in the massive shadow of the mighty eighteen-wheeled leviathan. 

Wade was a skilled and confident driver. Jessica was impressed how well he handled the humongous beast. While they were in traffic, four wheelers continually darted in front of him and cut him off. He was calm and controlled and kept a safe distance from the oblivious automobile drivers. 

"How far ahead of you do they think they can get in all this traffic?" Jessica remarked. 

"Happens all the time baby girl, one of the hazards of the job. I just keep my eyes peeled and slow the heck down in traffic. A trucker just assumes 'four wheelers' are gonna do stupid stuff."

The snarl of traffic eased up outside the city limits and Wade was able to speed up. Jessica felt free and happy once they got out of the city and hit the countryside. She could breath finally. The less traveled back road was wide open and there were very few vehicles to contend with. 

They passed many farmhouses covered in the swath of creamy virgin snow. Their rooftops were spread thick with layers of snowy frosting. These rural areas of the country were free of urban blight, overcrowding and crime that plagued cities. However with economic downturns and job losses, these areas of the country were often times hit the hardest. 

Folks hit hardest were eking out a living working the land. Some of the large, old farmhouses, probably in the family for generations stood in a state of terrible disrepair. Huge piles of snow weighted heavily on top of and around the abandoned structure. 'Foreclosed' signs dotted many of the properties. 

Jessica could nearly feel the plaintive deep losses many families must've felt when they were forced out of their homes. Once proud homestead were now falling into dilapidated ruins. The land had reclaimed and absorbed the decay right down to her deep roots. 

Trees slowly cracked and eventually shattered old windows. Branches and vines grew through splintering wood. Roofs were rotted and sagging in disrepair. The elements had ruined many homes beyond any hope of rehabbing.

"What're you thinking about darlin'?" Wade glanced at Jessica for a split second. A look of sadness haunted her eyes. 

"So many houses are sad ruins of their once glorious selves. There was an old farmhouse we just passed. The door was open, hanging loosely on one hinge and was swinging violently in the wind. Snow was piling up in the entranceway. The crumbling remains seemed to be beckoning a homeowner to save her. 

"It's sad, I know. I pass towns like these all the time in my travels. It's a damn shame them greedy banks can't give the workingman a break and let them keep their homes. Now look at 'um!" Wade shook his head in disgust. "You never, ever get used to the sight of them homes lookin' like that."

The cab reeked of sex and a raw primal hunger gnawed at him. Having Jessica so close to him and knowing he couldn't touch her was making him crazy. Wade saw the burning desire heating up her face too every time their eyes met for a split second. Wade had to be real careful or he'd drive right off the road. His cock was doing such strenuous pushups inside his tight jeans that it would've made a muscle man green with envy. His balls were so full right now he wanted to scream.

Around three o'clock Jessica began nodding off. They were about one hundred miles away from Erie, Pennsylvania. Last night she slept soundly in his arms. The tedium of driving for so many hours though would make even the most well rested person drowsy. Fatigue was one of the worst enemies of a trucker.

The once bright sunny skies were dying away and were becoming consumed by thick boiling angry gray clouds. Another storm was forecasted for this evening. Wade was racing like the devil was on his tail. He hoped to make it to Fort Wayne, Indiana before the weather buried them in. He planned on spending an entire day in bed with Jessica. 

"Go back and have yourself a nap sweetheart." Wade shifted his head in the direction of the sleeper. 

"I don't want to leave you alone. If this monotony is making me sleepy I can only imagine what it's doing to you. 

"Baby that's awful sweet but I'm used to being alone on these long and lonely stretches. You learn real quick to find ways to keep alert. I sometimes have conversations with the control panel" he grinned.

"We'll take a break in a few hours. Storms brewing up and I'd like to get past the Great Lakes before nightfall. Feel that wind slamming into my rig? That'd be old man winter knocking at my backside. Another storm is chasing us down."

"Is there anything I can do to help?" 

Jessica wasn't accustomed to being a passenger. She took control and commandeered every aspect of her life. Handing over a major portion of that power to Wade was a major adjustment for her.

"Would you glide that pretty pink pussy on my cock and ride me 'till I come? I've got a really full load to fill you up baby girl." 

Jessica realized his dark and deeply sexual language was also something she was really going to need to get used to. She was immediately aroused her though. A soft creamy wetness bathed her panties. 

"Pull over Wade." Jessica murmured softly. 

"What's that darlin'?" Wade couldn't hear her softly spoken words over the squelch of the CB and Johnny Cash singing his soul out over the radio. Jessica flipped the switch knob into the 'off' position. 

"I need you Wade. I've needed you so badly since we left Albany. Please pull over."

"Oh sweet Jesus, honey! Why didn't you say somethin' 'afore we passed the last rest stop? 

"You have a schedule to keep" Jessica said matter-of-factly.

"Nothings more important than filling up my lady and satisfying her." Wade was salivating and he couldn't wait to take an enormous big bite out of her.

Wade drove like man on fire until nearly a mile up he found a desolate empty spot to safely pull off the deserted road. His cock was so hard that the denim jeans holding back the rowdy beast was ready to burst at the seams of his crotch. He unbuckled his wide belt and unzipped the jeans. His huge dick jumped out like a happy oversized Jack-in-the-Box.

Wade stroked his hard shaft, gazing intently at Jessica hoping she was watching and was wet for him. She rose from her passenger seat and walked into sleeper berth area. Wade followed and closed the privacy curtains behind them.

****

Wade just about split her blouse apart as he yanked at the buttons. Once off, he tossed the silky garment onto the bed. He couldn't wait to suck her swollen nipples into his watering mouth. The trucker unhooked Jessica's bra and let her tits bounce freely into his hands. His mouth slobbered greedily at each supple nipple and slurped each nub in his hungry mouth while his huge hands fondled and groped her breasts. His throbbing cocked pressed into her taut naked belly. 

"You gonna ride me good and right little darlin'?" He grabbed her ass and squeezed each cheek in his powerful hands.

"Take off all your clothing, slowly while I watch...please." Jessica said softly.

She sat on the edge of the bed and folded her hands in her lap like a prim and proper schoolteacher. Her bare breasts heaved with each and deep and wanting breath. Wades mouth watered like a starving junkyard dog.

"Yes, ma'am." 

Wade undressed quicker than he thought possible. Every stitch of clothing was off in a flash. Jeans, shirts and underwear were strewn haphazardly all over the sleeper. Wade continued to stroke his cock. His tall muscular body flexed while he worked his rod. 

Jessica wanted him in her mouth. She hadn't taken a man orally for so long now and she was seriously out of practice. Once she saw Wades massive prick her mouth salivated like a tawdry, well-practiced fellator. She leaned in close to his belly, licked the ruddy head and watched his cock jump. Jessica grabbed his shaft and took him deeply into her hot, wet mouth. 

Wade eyes bulged and he nearly wilted to the ground as Jessica's mouth wrapped around his thick cock. He nearly shot his load once her tongue began to swirl around the pulsing head. She bobbed her head closer to his crotch as she gradually took more of him into her mouth. He dug his fingers into her hair pushing his cock greedily into her mouth. 

'Hold steady boy!' He tried to recite the Pledge of Allegiance, oh, god, he was going to...! The pleasure was so intense he couldn't hold back. He tried to picture his ninety-year-old grandma naked. Whatever it'd take to stop his randy prick from creaming her luscious mouth. 

"Stop baby girl, stop!" He pulled her off.

"What's wrong Wade?" She gazed up at him with those huge doe brown eyes. His inflamed cock kept bobbing into her face. Searching out her mouth on it's own volition.

"Oh good Lord in heaven above nothing is wrong sweetheart! You are incredible! I was just about to come in your mouth is all" He drew his fingers through her luscious gold hair. 

"I want you to climb on top of me and ride me like a wild stallion. I can't get that picture out of my head. Please don't deny your man's fantasy."

Jessica stood and swung her long blonde hair in a wide seductive arch. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him lightly, teasing her tongue inside his mouth. Wade moaned out loud and pressed into her lips harder and more demanding. Jessica suddenly pushed him into the bed.

"Sit down Wade---on the edge of the bed." She said softly.

The wind howled wickedly outside and sounded like a thousand vengeful ghosts riding the winter storms blustering, gusty fury. They shook the rig with all their fury. Icy sleet pelted the gigantic tin can parked on an eerily desolate Pennsylvania road. It was anything but cold inside the truck though. The heat was so intense it could melt the whole artic circle.

Jessica grabbed his shoulder and straddled his lap. A tiny lick of cum oozed from his darkly plum colored bulb. Wade gulped hard when her delicious pussy hovered over his mighty cock. He held back, with all his strength, the incredible gnawing urge to fuck himself into her with one quick and punishing stroke. 

Jessica held his prick gently in one hand and rubbed him lightly through her moist pussy lips. Wade hissed and shut his eyes up tight. It took all of his will power not to thrust every last inch of his cock into her. She stopped for a moment, aimed the head up with her wet slit and gradually began to sink into him. 

She rocked back and forth to ease his thick shaft into her body. Jessica was sore and achy and shivered as he slowly penetrated her body. His spent cum still clung to her insides from last night. The thick viscous cream provided ample lubrication so he slipped inside with less resistance. Wade grabbed her behind the neck, pulled her to him and kissed her lips. Their tongues licked and sucked in a reckless union of moist, sticky sweetness. 

Once Wade was buried inside her to the root, she stopped a moment and rested her head on his shoulder. Wade drew his fingers through her hair and kissed her forehead. His massive intrusion made her insides sting. He knew he needed to be very tender with her.

"That's it baby girl" he whispered sweetly while tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "That's it, take everything your man gives you, sweetheart. You're so nice and tight for me baby. You feel incredible." Wade dug his long fingers into her back and pulled her closer into his massive body. Being inside her tight wet pussy was indescribable.

Urged on by his sweet nothings, Jessica began to move. His dick began to dance inside her as she slowly gyrated on him. The more she moved the more aroused she became and a burst of her juices coated his cock. Her large breasts crushed against his hairless chest. His muscles strained for control each time she thrust into him. 

Their bodies made hollow slapping sounds as they deeply rutted each other. Jessica cried out each time Wade thrust too deeply, lodging his meaty head into her cervix. The last thing Wade wanted was to hurt his lover, but his animalistic need to claim her, to own her as he battered her insides, reached an unfathomable craving that startled him. 

An orgasm began to ripple inside her. As she broke, Jessica tossed her head back and cried out. She dug her nails deeply into his straining shoulders. Wade gritted his teeth. He nearly tipped as her throbbing insides milked his cock. Her pussy sucked him up unmercifully. His sack was so tight and full he wanted to scream. 'Oh, god he moaned, ninety year old grandma ...ninety year old grandma!'

Forget it! He was toast. He erupted, spilling his milky fire into her. His come jettisoned into her like a rocket, splattering and coating her already cum filled pussy. Once she milked the last of his seed out of his pulsing cock she withered into his arms, replete, drenched with perspiration and tired beyond words.

Jessica Winthrop was beauty, class and incredible sex on a sterling silver platter. Wade knew he was the luckiest bastard on the planet. There was no way in fuck he was letting her get away.

"I think I'll take that nap now." She demurely tried to cover a yawn behind her hand. 

Their passion and fervent desire was so perfectly matched. Wade was awestruck. He tucked her tightly into bed. They kissed for a while, luxuriating in each other's touch, closeness and affection. He'd worked her really hard again tonight. He would've felt really guilt if she hadn't looked so happy and satisfied as she drifted off to sleep.

Once he was sure she was sleep, Wade dressed quickly and entered this 'break' into the logbook. He glimpsed at her one last time as he turned the key in the ignition and the diesel engine roared to life. Jessica's long straight mass of blonde hair covered his pillow. Her long legs stretch out under the bulky blanket. He wanted nothing more than to curl beside her warm, naked body and become integral part of her dreams.

God, he loved the taste of Jessica. He wished he'd eaten her juicy pussy before she drifted off. His mouth began to water at the thought of feasting on her while he was buried between her legs. 'Later' He murmured as he pulled his big rig out of the frozen dirt.

During their tryst snow had fallen onto the truck and coated the behemoth in a thin uneven dusting of white precipitation. The wind continued to howl and wail. The Great Lakes were treacherous during the winter. Wade was relieved Jessica was sleeping so she didn't see him stressed as he struggled to keep the rig from blowing off the road or slipping under the frozen pavement. 

As night drew a dark murky curtain on the day Wades eyelids were sagging with fatigue, like worn out, tired old droopy shades. The hum of the CB and the radio droned on in the background. The monotonous sound was hypnotic. He needed to open the window. The shock of cold air would jolt him awake but then Jessica would freeze. 




An Erotic Trucker's Tale Ch. 02



'God, the things that woman did for his body and mind.' He thought. He was falling hard, way too hard. It'd been so many years since he felt so intensely passionate about a woman. He wasn't sure he was ready to trust enough to give his heart over to someone though. 

Wade married at the tender age of eighteen. His girlfriend had announced she was pregnant with his baby and he'd been in a state of shock for days afterwards. Like the moments before death, his life kept flashing ahead to the future. Plans for college and a career had become a pipe dream. When he'd finally wrapped his head around the seriousness of their situation he'd proposed to his future ex-wife. 

Lacy was the prettiest brunette he'd ever seen and he'd fallen for her hard when they'd been in high school. He thought he'd been in love with her, but what did an eighteen-year-old know about love anyway? They married a month later. That time seemed so surreal and so very long ago. They were just kids, they were so unbelievably young.

After the baby was born and money was scarce, Wade had enlisted in the Marines. They'd fallen into a predictable routine. Money had always been in very short supply. Lacy quickly became a bored housewife. She'd always complained his military salary and the base housing weren't enough. She'd been lonely and unhappy. In a few years Lacy's boredom and discontent had gotten the best of her and fucked up their marriage beyond repair.

After a four-year stint in the military, Wade received an honorable discharge. He'd gotten his CDL. He'd started his as an over the road driver. After a couple years he bought a truck and started his own business. Lacy loved the money but always complained when he was gone for weeks at a time. After a few months though the complaints stopped. That should've been his first red flag. 

Wade worried constantly about his sweet little son, Jack who'd cry and cling to him whenever he left for these long stretches. Lacy tried to be a good wife and mom but her loneliness drove her to bad places, places that destroy a marriage. Wade realized soon after they married he wasn't in love with her. He'd preserved though and was determined he'd be a loving and faithful husband. He'd make the best out of a sad situation for the sake of his son.

One day Wade came home early, exhausted from many long weeks on the road. He'd hauled ass to make it home a day early. Little Jack was in school and he couldn't wait to surprise his son that afternoon.

That day, an unfamiliar rusty old pickup truck had been parked in his driveway. Wade had known the beginning of the end was in store for their family after he saw that truck. His suspicions were raised a long time ago. Dread had eaten away at his insides and he'd known once he'd stepped inside the house his life had been changed forever.

The first thing that'd caught his eyes when he crept inside was the clothes strewn on the floor of the unkempt ranch house. He'd heard the noises, load moans, grunts, creaking bedsprings and banging headboard. The bedroom door had been wide open. Neither one had any shame whatsoever to hide their disgraceful exploits.

A young college boy, couldn't have been more than twenty was balls deep into his wife. He'd been riding her like Wade used to in the early days, before the baby, before the bills started piling up, before she turned to other men. 

Wade nearly ran his truck off the road thinking about that fateful day. His friends and family, hell, people he'd barely known dropped hints about his wife's infidelity. After they split many people came clean. Lacy would fuck any attractive man who was willing. She craved the attention the way a drug addict craves smack. 

Some of these reprehensible assholes even spent the night in their marital bed as his young son slept in the next room. No wonder why Jack cried every time he left. He fought for custody and won. His mom and him had been raising the boy ever since. Jack was in college now and he was as proud as a papa could be of his son. 

Wade didn't hate Lacy. He forgave her and moved on with his life. He wasn't bitter either. Hell, he loved woman. He'd only slept with two other's before he met his wife. He'd never cheated on Lacy although he had plenty of opportunities. After his divorce he'd gotten loads of pussy and it was fantastic for a few years. Women seemed to love the tall, rugged trucker and they'd flocked to him. They still did. 

Over a decade of meaningless sex though grew old. At thirty-eight he'd become disillusioned with it all. He became picky and had to have just the right women if he was going to take her back to his truck and fuck her. That's all it was though, just a casual fuck. Wade resigned himself to living the life of a vagabond. Women flocked to him, they fucked and they both moved along with nary a thought about one another. 

Oh, he had his favorites sprinkled throughout the country. Many places, many truck stops, his honeys would always be there waitin' for him. Jessica, though upset his contrived balance and that shook him to his core. 

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