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Keep On Truckin'

By: steamer5139



On a Monday afternoon, the last day of a long weekend spent in our cabin near Big Ben Lake, reluctantly, we loaded the trunk of our new BMW Z4 two-seat roadster with two overnight bags and my wife's massive make-up kit. I put the car's black top down. The car, smelling as all new cars do, its blue metallic finish sparkling in the late afternoon sun, I turned the ignition key and the car came to life. Sheila, riding shotgun, dropped a 16-ounce plastic bottle of water in the car's cup holder and a black handbag resembling a saddle bag on the floor board in front of her, buckled the seatbelt, ready to go.

Rested, temporarily sated after this weekend, but always ready for more, she leaned over, kissed me; I tasted Altoids, the mints she sucked along with other things. 

"Boys and their toys," she said.

Looking into those twinkling emerald green eyes, I remembered all our coupling as man and wife. My lust for her unabated, my love of her curving womanly terrain, the treats inside addicted me. I loved the way Sheila used her vanity to captivate me. Silently, reverentially, I thanked the generic gods or one Great God for our life together, but most of I gave thanks for this sexy, sensuous woman mirroring my love and lust.

I grinned, punched my foot down on the gas. Accelerating, the spinning back tires instantly gained traction kicked out a rooster tail of loose gravel and in a few blinks of Sheila's green eyes we were moving down the two-lane ribbon of macadam toward home. 

My Sheila, petite, buxom, her olive complexion bringing to mind dark-eyed wenches in seraglios promising unrivaled salacious pleasures, tied a blue silk scarf over her wavy black hair and inserted a classical CD in its player. She wore a short blue skirt the same color as the scarf and a white halter-top showing a good slice of her firm round breasts. Sheila's sunglasses, expensive, perfect for her face were perched far forward on the bridge of her nose reminiscent of a 60s flower child; the wind buffeted her scarf but thank God not her hair; she closed her eyes as we cruised down the road. My thinning blond hair, not a source of vanity to me, the windy turbulence not bothering me, nevertheless, I always wore a ball cap driving the BMW. On that day, I wore a pinstriped New York Yankee cap with the distinctive interlocking "N" and "Y" above the bill.

Sheila slipped out of her blue canvas espadrilles shoes, leaned back in her seat, pushed one bare foot, toes painted blue, against the glove compartment door, her right foot dangling outside the car, rested in the angle made between the windshield and the top of the door. I loved her bare feet. My wife freely and fully sanctioned my foot fetish; encouraged my other fetish for high heels or maybe that fetish was merely an extension of the first. She went to great pains to present her naked feet in the best possible light. She knew how to flex her feet to entice me, she often wore shoes flattering to her, and she allowed me to play with her feet, to fit them into our sex life. At home in our closet, a six-shelf chromium shoe rack was filled with high heel pumps including a large quantity of cum fuck me pumps from Victoria's Secret and Frederick's of Hollywood. Coming to bed, she often wore a pair of pumps. Fucking her, I reached down, felt her instep above the boat of one particular shoe and for some inexplicable reason touching her bare skin there, feeling the hard ridge of the shoe, the spiked heel circled by my fingers made my cock swell more. Sometimes she reached down removed one stiletto-heeled shoe, stroked it across the helmet of my cock, ran it down my shaft, and plugged it into other sensitive places, slid it along my balls. Seeing her slender, sexy legs corded by high heel pumps in a veritable rainbow of colors, the clear plastic Lucite cum fuck me pumps she teetered in or the black satin stiletto ones had me pushing her dress up around her waist and taking her on the end of the bed from the front or the back. 

Just when I thought she had fallen asleep, she turned her head, smiled at me. That smile prettier then any passing scenery made me happier then seeing the silver tray at a slot machine's base flood with coins or winning the lottery. After nearly 5 years of marriage, my second, her third, I loved this woman passionately, I always found myself anticipating our next session of lovemaking, our next bout of fucking. I loved to hear the passion in her voice palavering on politics, to hear her say, "You know what", and I loved it that she called me at work, said, "I love you", and hung up the telephone. I loved it when she came to bed, a naughty look in her eyes as she slipped from her sexy black nightgown and it piled on the floor around her delectable bare feet. 

Me being a movie buff, I see Sheila as Maggie wearing a white slip in Cat on a Hot Tin Roof. She is Mattie Walker in Body Heat, she sizzles the same. She is Mari Cooper in the Last Married Couple in America, the scene where she looks at her husband Jeff, in the middle of a conversation says, "Fuck me Jeff." In something low cut, my buxom wife puts Bobbie in Carnal Knowledge to shame.

We followed the highway hacked through a dense pelt of fir and spruce. Overhead a few scattered filaments of clouds float in a blue sky. Bizet's Symphony Number One plays, occasionally a car passes us, one time a Chevy Blazer, another time an Oldsmobile with a bumper sticker saying "I miss Ike, hell I even miss Harry" and one time, I fly around a chugging orange Karmen Ghia convertible. 

Periodically, I reached over and stroked her leg. 

"Honey, finger fuck me," she says lifting her ass, slipping out of her pale blue lace panties Bizet finishes and Rossini's Funeral Overture from The Barber of Seville begins. "I love it when you finger fuck me."

Taking my right hand off the steering wheel, I inserted my index finger inside her, moved it around. Her gushing warm moisture across my fingertip felt similar to my finger sticking in a stream of water flowing from a water tap. 

Glancing in the rear view mirror, I could see a truck approaching behind us. Slightly lifting my foot on the accelerator, I slowed down, my finger continued to speed around Sheila's pussy. Leaning back against the headrest, she turned her head to the right.

She twisted on my finger, pushed her hips forward and up to meet me.

The truck, a deuce and a half army vehicle, its active duty green color covered in civilian putrid yellow paint, the windshield grimy, caked in mud save for two fan shaped areas cleared by the wipers, tailgated us. The driver, a burley man in a denim shirt looked down on me fingering my wife. 

Off to the right mountains, the highest ridges covered in snow. To our left are placid lakes, pastures with grazing cattle, a few houses, some barns. Tall timber soared into the sky all around us. The scent of pine filled the air. 

My wife licked her lips, moaned; my fingers continued to pleasure her. 

Sheila took her left hand and maneuvered me around inside her. "That's the spot. Oh, that feels so good." 

The truck driver in the seat of his rig sees all my manipulations, the movement of my fingers in my wife's womb. 

He backed off some but not too far to risk losing a clear view of the two of us frolicking in front of him. 

"Can he see us?" asked Sheila, releasing my hand, letting me do the grunt work.

"Oh, yes," I said, my right hand curled down, the palm up, my index finger the solitary soldier marching around inside her wet box. 

"You are going to make me come. Keep doing that."

"Honey, you better come quickly or that truck is going to come all over us."

Sheila pulled her right leg inside the car, raised her face toward the cerulean blue sky and squealed as I spelled S H E I L A, across the nub of her clit.

She caught her breath, opened the bottle of water and chugged half its contents. "Honey, your fingers could make my dead Grandma come."

"I aim to please," I said as I goosed the car to lose the truck in our wake. 

Unfortunately, or fortunately as things turned out, my burst of speed, my lead foot, a cop hiding in the trees, his radar gun pointed my way synchronized events to please my wife at least.

Police officers, regardless of my history, impressed me emerging from their cruisers. Of course, the accoutrements of their profession-starched uniform, the invariable sunglasses, spit shined oxford shoes, a holstered pistol on a belt worthy of Batman with all the accessories from brass shells to handcuffs, flashlight to speed loaders, radio, and chemical spray— were impressive. Truly though the gear, the grimacing expressions and the glaring attitudes did not impress me half as much as their gravity, sternness and capability did. On a daily basis, through a life long career police officers and fire fighters risked their lives, gambled their futures by trusting in such immutable values as confidence, courage and competence. That is what they seared into me every time I interacted with a police officer.

With much respect, a certain amount of fear, my heart beating faster, I kept both hands on the steering wheel, planned to answer his questions in monosyllables, look him in the eye and move ever so cautiously when asked for my driver's license and registration. 

My mate, equally respectful of cops and valuing their efforts to protect and serve, had a different agenda.

My Sheila, beautiful, blessed with perfect boobs, a tiny waist, flaring hips, legs rivaling Mary Hart's, loved showing her body, exposing its alluring features to all.

At the beach, Sheila's thong, no thicker then twine and strung through the crack of her firm ass, mesmerized men and women sunbathing on the sand. The top, nothing but several fabric medallions over her nipples, had males turning over on their stomachs, pushing their hard cocks into the hot sand.

To my knowledge, Sheila remained faithful to me and I trusted her without reservation. However, she did enjoy being an exhibitionist, a sexual exhibitionist on occasion. Wearing the thong at the beach was a more tepid expression of this nature and finger fucking her in the car a more graphic example of it. At other times, we would stop in a shoe store. Not truly interested in buying anything, but my wife wishing to show someone beside me her body would sit down give the clerk a thrill by showing him her pudenda in all its glory. Several times, she went down on me as I pulled up to the Whataburger drive thru window to pick up an order. At other times, we fucked in the park near a jogging path. She had gone down on me in an elevator, a relatively busy elevator.

We had posted 798 photographs at an MSN Group site named Sexy mature women. Her face concealed, artfully posed, well-lit, classy images of her naked, her bare feet angled in a way that appealed to me, or wearing pumps and corsets bending over showing her cleavage, her back to the camera, legs rising out of high high heels, looking back over her shoulder. In other photos, she wore the most diminutive of bras and panties or she sat on her knees, red lipstick promising the pleasure of her mouth. In some, she fucked herself with a flesh-toned dildo or masturbated with her hand. In others, she went down on me, her cheeks puckered sucking me, and in others, we fucked. In those photos, we hid her face in the shadows. She loved the idea that men in cyber world beat off looking at her beautiful naked body as she gratified it or she was gratified. Her most explosive orgasms came when she believed someone other then the two of us saw our copulation.

Sitting on the side of the road, both of us turned our heads slightly, looked at the police car through the rear view mirror. Red lights on the black and white flashed off and on, painted the surrounding trees with a light show.

I looked at Sheila. Sheila looked at me, smiled her familiar naughty smile.

"Honey, not a good idea," I said.

"Maybe, he will go easy on the ticket if I give him a little show," Sheila said.

"Or hammer the hell out of me and arrest you for lewd conduct," I said.

"He looks cool sweetie," Sheila said." "Maybe he will take us to the station and I can do the Sharon Stone scene where she showed all the cops her pussy."

"You already did that once," I said.

"Yes, and that was so hot. Remember our sex when we got home. I have never seen so many hard cocks in one room and it was little ole me that did."

I did have to admit that I got a charge out of Sheila getting all those cops so hot and bothered and me the lucky bastard fortunate enough to fuck her. I did not have Michael Douglas's looks but Sheila put Sharon to shame.

The police officer, military creases down the front of his shirt, a smoky the bear hat square on his head, no spare tire on his gut from eating too many donuts, smelled of Aqua Velva, approached the car on the passenger side.

"Sir, I clocked you going 78 and the speed limit on this stretch of road is 50," the police officer said. On the piece of plastic above the flap of his right breast pocket, I could see the name KELLY. He carried a citation book.

Officer Kelly could see straight down my wife's halter-top not to mention having an unobstructed view of Sheila's right hand frolicking unabashedly under her blue linen skirt

Watching her play with herself reminded me of our early courtship. One particular night we planned meeting for dinner in her apartment. I arrived precisely at eight p.m., knocked on the door, waited. I knocked again, waited.

"Come in sweetheart", she said, her voice muffled through the heavy door.

I opened the door, entered her exquisitely decorated apartment. Furnished in accordance with her good taste, her own lucrative income and her father's monthly stipend, the apartment's subdued pastel décor, the artful use of space, the arrangement of expensive bric-a-brac pleased the eye, provided a stylish yet comfortable domicile and presented Sheila's personality in all its glory. 

"Sheila, where are you at?" I yelled.

"In here," she answered, her melodic voice coming from her bedroom, a room big enough not to appear small with her immense bed in it. 

I opened the bedroom door, entered the brightly lit room. In the queen-sized bed made of polished mahogany, covered by a rolling canopy chiseled along its edges with the figures of cherubs and surrounded by filmy gauze, once owned by a madam, Sheila flat on her back, not wearing a stitch masturbated on top of the cream-colored duvet. 

"I did not think you where ever going to show," said Sheila. "I have enjoyed myself though."

Through the filter of white gauze enveloping the bed, her Mediterranean color seemed to glow. Somewhere in the room, a fan blew separately the curtains, the effect concentrating my attention on her erect nipples, the splendid curve of her full breasts, the way her feet curved down, the moisture pooled on her thighs. 

Holding on to one of the bedposts, looking at her glazed over eyes, watching her fingers at work, I said, "What if I had been the maintenance man?"

"That might have been a thrill too. My fingers are tired though, why not strip out of those clothes and fuck me. I need a good, hard fucking."

Filing that memory away, I watched Sheila continue to masturbate while Officer Kelly watched, the tent in the front of his trousers making it difficult for him to remain professional. His gripped on the citation book dislodged several pink sheets and they fluttered to the ground.

"Officer Kelly, it is Officer Kelly isn't it do you have any spare batteries? Jerry there, she pointed at me, he forgot to bring batteries for my vibrator and I need my vibrator when we are on a road trip." She removed her glistening right hand from her interior, reached down to her handbag and removed a silver cartridge shaped vibrator she called "the little guy" from the depths of the bag.

"No, I don't ma'am." Based on his degree of poise, his good-looking visage, I imagined he had encountered this situation before.

"Damn," Sheila said.

"Folks, you should find a motel," Officer Kelly said.

"You aren't going to give us a nasty old ticket are you?" Sheila said. Her voice sounded similar to a child's, its cadence sultry, its tone full of promise, a relatively good imitation of Marilyn Monroe or Jayne Mansfield talking to a bowled over suitor. If Officer Kelly recognized her as one of the most prominent defense attorneys in the land, me the man she successfully represented when the state accused me of murdering my wife, he would probably have pulled his 9 mm automatic from its holster and plugged us both. 

"No, I won't give you a ticket today. Consider this a warning. Have a nice day." He turned and as he walked away, he turned back and looked at me. "Sir, you are one incredibly lucky man."

"Son, you have no idea how lucky I am." I started the car; we drove off, stopped at Bumpie's grocery half way down the mountain and then went on home. 

Keep On Truckin'



This story is set in the 1970's and involves an older and quite rough-around-the-edges gentleman and an 18 year old natural hippie girl. It involves a variety of usual and not-so-usual sexual acts and could end up being placed in either the Mature or Fetish categories. Please refer to the story tags for guidance.

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"You wait for me around the side of the building," Red instructed the young girl with the tattered knapsack and the equally rumpled appearance after agreeing to give her a ride from the truck stop he had just eaten at. "Can't have nobody see you get in with me because that might get me fired."

The girl nodded and jogged down to the end of the drab building while Red started his rig up, and as she went Red looked at the girl's rump wiggle in the jeans he sighed while wishing he was a generation younger than his 65 years.

1974. This was the best of all eras to live in as far as the grizzled trucker was concerned and part of the reason were the hippie girls, some of them having appetites for the pleasures of the flesh that were just as great as Red's were, and who also didn't judge people with tastes that were a bit off the beaten path.

The girl he was about to give a ride seemed to fit the part and Red chuckled when she saw the sunlight make her curly red hair light up. Long ago Red's hair was that hue too, but what little was left was now gray,

As Red approached the girl she took off her sweatshirt and tied it around her hips, giving Red a chance to appraise her body even though the denim shirt was baggy. She wasn't fat but a little chunky, with boobs that seemed to match her full butt, and the fact that her slightly plump arms were covered with freckles made Red smile.

After Red pulled around and the girl hopped on the running board and awkwardly climbed into the cab the old man chuckled at what he saw when her arm lifted up.

"What?" the girl said when she saw the truck driver smiling.

"What's your name honey?"

"Rainbow."

"Rainbow?"

"Yeah. Rainbow, only spelled R-A-I-N-B-E-U-A-X. You know like Rainbeaux Smith the actress?"

"Never heard of her but I bet she's not as pretty as you. Nice name too. My name's Red."

"Nice to meet you Red, and thanks for the ride," Rainbeaux said. "You gonna tell me what you were laughing at? Was it because I got in the truck like a klutz and almost killed myself? Didn't realize how high the step was."

"No honey, and I wasn't laughing," Red said. "I was just enjoying the view and liking the fact that you're a natural redhead."

"Huh?" Oh," Rainbeaux said after the driver nodded towards the hairs that were peeking out from the fold of her arm she scrunched up her face. "Sorry."

"Sorry?" Red chuckled. "Don't know why you're sorry but I'm sure as heck not."

"Really?" Rainbeaux said with a twitch of her nose, and after Red nodded she swiveled a bit to face him while putting her arm over the back of the seat.

"Damn," Red mumbled as he looked over at the wild spray of flaming red hair that filled the girl's armpit.

"You like that?"

"Gonna make it tough for a dirty old man like me to stay on the road with you looking like that," Red noted, but when Rainbeaux started to return to her former position he stopped her. "Didn't say I couldn't handle it. Damn you are a furry young thing.

"Tell me about it," Rainbeaux lamented. "I'm not that young though."

"That right?"

"Yeah, I'm 19 - almost that is. Next month."

"Child, that's young," Red advised as he peeked over to catch a glance at the fat nipple that seemed to be boring through the worn denim shirt with the ripped off sleeves, even though the blouse was baggy enough to minimize most of her considerable assets. "I got socks older than you."

Rainbeaux laughed at that, a delightfully giddy laugh that seemed to fit her, and as the girl looked around the cab she saw the sticker on the dashboard.

"Dirty Red?" she said.

"Yeah, that's my name," Red said. "Believe it or not before it went gray and then went away, my hair was red too. Not as bright as yours, but still red."

"What about the "Dirty" part?" Rainbeaux asked. "You don't look dirty to me."

"I'm not. It's an old nickname of mine. Took a shower back at the truck stop. The dirty part refers to some of my - well - not right for an old man to discuss such things with a young girl like you."

"Hell, I don't care. Wish I took a shower back there. Didn't know they had showers."

"They're mostly for the truckers," Red said. "Never saw a girl take one back there, but I'm sure you wouldn't be thrown out, especially looking like you do."

"Haven't taken a shower for a couple of days," Rainbeaux noted while sniffing herself. 

"I know," Red replied.

"Sorry. If you got deodorant or something I can..."

"No," Red replied, a little more forcefully than he meant to. "That wasn't a complaint. I'm not much for perfumes and such. I stop to shower because I can't stand myself nasty, but as far as natural women go? Never met a nasty one yet so relax and enjoy the ride."

"Okay," Rainbeaux chirped, and for the next hour they gave each other their life stories.

Rainbeaux told about how she had dropped out of college her freshman year and after getting tired of her parents badgering her about her life and what she was going to do with herself she decided to hit the road.

"Maybe catch up with the Grateful Dead and follow them around on tour," Rainbeaux commented. "They're going to be in Arizona in a couple of weeks."

"You like them?"

"They're okay. I think I would just like hanging around and traveling with other weirdos like me."

"Hell, you ain't that weird, at least compared to me," Red opined.

"Can't see you following the Grateful Dead though."

"That right? Who do you see me following?"

"I dunno. Al Jolson?"

"Al Jolson? How the hell old..." Red sputtered before realizing that the girl was kidding around.

"How about this then?" Red said, and then proceeded to start singing in a very raspy voice, "Truckin - got my chips cashed in..."

"Holy shit!" Rainbeaux exclaimed, and for the next couple of minutes they harmonized badly as the truck roared down the highway.

"Oh man," Rainbeaux said when they finished. "I can't believe you're a Deadhead!"

"Afraid that's the only song of theirs I know," Red said. "Some guy that sings a lot on the CB does that song so much I guess I learned it."

"Well, you're as lousy a singer as I am but we did alright together," she laughed."

"Amen to that."

"How far did you say you were going?" Rainbeaux asked.

"Oklahoma City, Oklahoma."

"Well maybe by then I'll be able to find out about the dirty part of you," Rainbeaux suggested with a wry smile.

"Not sure if you're ready for that."

"Well see," Rainbeaux said. "You mind if I take off my jeans? They're hot as hell." 

"Be my guest," Red said as he gestured to the highway. "You can see a lot down there but can't nobody see you up here."

"You can see though Red," Rainbeaux said as she squirmed to get out of her bell-bottoms. "I know I need to lose a few pounds."

"You look fine to me," Red assured the teen as he glanced over as the jeans came off. "More than fine. Better keep the undies on in case we get stopped by a Boy Scout."

"Boy Scout?"

"State Trooper," Red explained.

The trucker noted that the girl had a little belly but while her legs were a bit plump they were shapely, and Red could see the fine down on her pale thighs sparkle in the sunlight. 

"Hairy all over," Rainbeaux commented as she ran her chubby fingers up and down her thighs.

"I see," Red agreed as his eyes wandered up to the worn white panties and the hair that sprouted out from the leg openings of the underwear, the modestly cut panties unable to contain what he easily could tell was a jungle between her legs.

"My legs aren't very hairy though," Rainbeaux explained as she propped her left leg up on the console.

"No, they aren't," Red agreed as he dropped his hand down for a minute to let his fingers glide up and down the insides of the girl's calf. "More like peach fuzz. Nice and soft."

"You like?"

"Sure do," Red said as he reluctantly put his hand back on the wheel.

"You sleep back there?" Rainbeaux asked as she gestured behind them.

"Have to in order to make a buck."

"You going to be stopping before you get to Oklahoma City?" 

"Have to. It's the law and besides, I'd be asleep at the wheel if I didn't."

"Am I bothering you - me talking like a motor-mouth?"

"Heck no. I love it. Keeps me awake and makes my mind work."

"Oh yeah? What are you thinking now?" Rainbeaux kidded.

"You don't want to know," Red chuckled as he stretched as best he could behind the wheel.

"Yes I do. Wouldn't have asked if I didn't. Thinking about me?"

"Some."

"Is any of that dirty?" 

"What do you think?"

"I'm thinking yes. Want to share?"

"Can't do that."

"Why not?"

"Wouldn't feel right and besides, if you could read my mind you might jump out the door," Red suggested.

"Not likely. Hey, tell you what. I'll tell you something I'm thinking and then you can tell me something in exchange," Rainbeaux offered. "Who knows? Maybe you'll find out I'm dirtier than Dirty Red is!"

"Not a chance but go ahead," Red agreed.

"Okay, you told me that you're 65 - don't look it by the way - and you've been divorced for about 14 years," Rainbeaux recalled. "I'm guessing you broke up because you wanted her to do stuff she didn't want to do."

"Almost. She used to be up for anything but as she got older she got more and more conservative. That and all the travel, but I was never a cheater. Tempted plenty but never strayed until we split."

"And you got even kinkier I bet," she giggled. "So now when you're on the road and can pick up girls like me you wonder whether they would do the things she wouldn't."

"You're good at this."

"So while you've been driving I've been sitting here looking at you just like you've been checking me out. I figure you're about 6' and 200 pounds."

"You're a little kind but close."

"Nice big forearms - like Popeye - and I love how hairy they are. Hairy chest too. I can see by the way it peeks out of your collar. The grey looks cool."

"I preferred the red."

"Anyway, I figure you have a big dick," Rainbeaux said while looking for a reaction, and when Red hardly blinked she asked, "Am I right?"

"Does it matter?" Red asked.

"No. It only really matters if you have one or not. So, how big is your dick?"

"I never measured it."

"I will if you want," Rainbeaux offered. "So let me guess. How about this?"

"I don't know," Red said as he glanced over at Rainbeaux who had her hands about 6" apart, and after she spread them apart a bit further a couple of times Red said, "That's about right."

"Mmm... and thick too I bet."

"It is that," Red admitted.

"Anybody ever give you head while you were driving?" Rainbeaux asked.

"Once. Didn't like it much though. Too many distractions."

"Too bad because that was what I've been thinking about doing for the last 40 miles or so," Rainbeaux admitted. "Want me to take it out and play with it then?"

"No but - wait," Red said as he reached down and pulled out a plastic bottle. "I gotta go pretty soon, so maybe you can help me out."

"What? You mean you pee in that?"

"Have to. Time is money honey," Red explained. "No time for stuff like rest stops unless you really got to go, you know the other way. It's okay though. You can just turn away when it's time."

"Hell no. I'll help you," Rainbeaux offered and as she spoke she started to lean over to Red. "Sounds like fun."

"Not yet," Red said. "Be kind of hard to get it out right now."

"Why? You got a hard-on?"

"A semi. Just give me a minute and stop talking dirty and it'll pass."

"I'll try but it's not easy," Rainbeaux said.

"Stop being so sexy too while you're at it."

"You think I'm sexy?"

"Absolutely," Red insisted as he looked over at her cherubic face with the freckles around her nose. "If I was going to make a women I think she'd turn out looking a lot like you."

"Cool. Don't think anybody ever called me sexy before. Obviously I don't put much effort into trying."

"That's what makes you sexy to me. You don't try. You're so natural in every way."

"That's me."

"You really going to do it?" Red asked.

"Help you pee? Sure. That ain't so bad. Once time me and this old man peed on each other," Rainbeaux related. "He even had me go in his mouth."

"You're kidding?"

"No. He said it tasted like spring water. Of course that was a while ago."

"You've messed around with old guys before?"

"Sure. Course, that old guy was my grandfather."

"Huh?" Red said as the truck grazed the rumble strips on the edge of the road.

"Told you I was pretty naughty. That turn you on? Me messing around with my grandfather?"

"Makes me glad we never had kids," Red admitted.

"It wasn't like I went after him or anything. I was a good girl back then and did what I was told. He told me that he wanted to give me a breast exam to check for lumps because they got so big so fast. We never really fucked, but we did about everything else and he did stick it up my ass a few times," Rainbeaux confessed. "You lose that boner yet?"

"Of course not," Red chortled. "Damn! He did you in the ass?"

"Yes, he said that way I couldn't get pregnant. Wasn't very good though."

"Hurt?"

"Hell no. Grandpa's dick was as big as your thumb, if that," Rainbeaux recalled. "No, it sucked because he would cum right away. Couple of thrusts and it was over."

"Oh," Red sighed and then said, "If you want to try to help me now you can."

"Far out!" Rainbeaux chirped as she leaned over, and as Red arched back in his seat the girl pulled down the zipper of his jeans.

After getting it all the way down reached in and began searching. Red inhaled deeply as Rainbeaux's long curly red hair neared his face, and he grunted when Rainbeaux found his cock and extracted it from the boxers and the fly of his jeans. 

"Holy shit!" the girl exclaimed as she pulled out the rubbery hose, and after she gave Red's cock a stretch or too said, "Uncircumsized dicks are out of sight! Man, this is one huge cock."

"What you see is what you get," Red said of his organ. "Don't get much bigger hard. Now just stick it in the bottle."

"Nice fit," the girls said as she eased the veiny monster into the vessel, the foreskin sliding back a bit as it did. "Should I skin it back more?"

"No, that's good. Here it comes," Red warned, and then he started to go.

A dribble at first, and then a stream before the stream became a torrent. Rainbeaux held on and giggled as the hot amber broth started to fill to bottle, and the quart bottle was over half full when Red finally went dry. After giving the fat dick a wiggle the girl extracted the weapon and put the cap on the bottle.

"There. You don't mind if I leave it out for a minute do you," Rainbeaux as she looked at the limp tool hanging out of the fly under the steering wheel. "I love uncut cocks. Oh wait a minute. I missed a drop."

With that Rainbeaux leaned over and ducked her head down on to Red's lap and ran her tongue over the tip of the trucker's cock. Hearing Red moan the redhead started to take the head of his manhood into her mouth but was stopped.

"Please honey. Don't want to kill us both and anybody else in the way," Red said as she sat back in the seat. "If you really want to do it I'd rather wait until I can enjoy it."

"Oh, I want to alright. Don't know if I can deep throat you but I'm going to try," Rainbeaux declared as she watched the driver try and pack his cock away after the brief arousing lick. "Gotta start paying for the ride."

"Now I'm not like that," Red corrected. "I'm giving you a ride because I like you and your company. No strings attached."

"I understand," Rainbeaux said. "So now that you put your dick away, are you going to tell me stuff like I told you? You know, about what you were thinking? I did just prove I could be a dirty girl didn't I?"

"That you did," Red said as the memory of the girl's tongue drying his dribbling cock was still fresh.

"Want me to drink the bottle?" Rainbeaux said with a giggle as she waved the bottle of urine around.

"You wouldn't."

"No, but I bet my grandfather would. I think he went both ways. He's dead now."

"With a granddaughter like you I'm not surprised," Red observed, and although he regretted it when he said it the fact that Rainbeaux laughed at it made him feel better.

"Ha. Wish you were my grandpa. You're way cooler and I like your equipment better too. So what were you thinking about me? You promised."

"Okay, well after you took your jeans off and I could see how furry you are down there," Red started but then was stopped by the girl.

"Hold on Dirty Red. Don't be saying things like "down there" and stuff. Next thing you'll be saying "penis" and talking about my heaving bosoms like some romance novel. Get Dirty, Red," she giggled.

"Okay Rainbeaux. When you dropped your jeans and I so how hairy your pussy is from the way the hairs stick out the sides..."

"How about this too?" Rainbeaux said as she lifted her knees up and faced the driver while spreading her legs apart.

"Damn," Red said as his eyes darted back from the road to the girl's crotch as Rainbeaux showed the trucker that the hair not only peeked out the sides but some grew on the insides of her things as well. "You are one hairy girl."

"I know. I used to shave that when I would wear a bathing suit but I gave up."

"Glad you did. So anyway when I saw the way your bush was so thick that it pressed against and around your panties, I was wondering whether it grew back up to your..." Red said and then caught himself as he was about to say bottom. "Grew back up to your asshole."

"Would that be a good thing?" Rainbeaux asked as she bit her lower lip.

"What do you think?" Red asked and got a smile in return before Rainbeaux turned on the seat so that her butt was facing him, and as Red pulled the rig into a rest stop the girl pulled her panties down.

"Oh child," Red moaned as he looked over at the full, round and pale buttocks. "Spread those mudflaps for me."

"Like this?" Rainbeaux asked as she reached back and grabbed her ass cheeks to pull them apart.

"Damn that's beautiful," Red sighed as he looked at the blazing fur that shielded her anus from view. "I want to eat your asshole so bad. Your Grandpa ever do that?"

"No he didn't but you can," Rainbeaux implored as Red reached over and put his finger in the furry crack and rubbed around, and after a minute his digit found the tight hole.

"Oohh! That feels good," Rainbeaux said as the trucker pushed his stubby finger as far into her ass as he could.

"Damn," Red said as he watched a station wagon pull up nearby. "Company."

"Oh," Rainbeaux said, and as she sat up and pulled her panties back up she seemed to realize where they were. "Did you pull off the road on account of you were mad about me distracting you?"

"Heck no. It's dinner time. Let's grab a bite and get back on the road for a couple more hours."

Rainbeaux got her jeans back on and the two of them entered the restaurant and found a booth in the back.

"We are the odd couple, aren't we?" Rainbeaux mentioned as they grabbed the menus.

"We are at that," Red agreed, and when he saw the girl go through her backpack he stopped her.

"I've got money," Rainbeaux said.

"Save it. You'll need it. It's my treat, and you order what you want."

"Okay." Rainbeaux said, and after she devoured a cheeseburger and fries, Red insisted she order dessert too.

All the time while eating his dinner Red looked over at the girl across the table, and while she looked a bit like she had been on the road for a while it was those very things that turned him on about her.




Keep On Truckin'



Even the dark patches of sweat under the armholes of her tattered denim blouse made his cock twitch, and the way an old bat across the aisle kept giving them the evil eye amused the trucker.

"I gotta go to the bathroom," Rainbeaux announced, and as she grabbed her backpack and retreated to the rest room Red enjoyed the view of her posterior.

Red settled the check and after the two of them exited the restaurant Red asked the girl if she was cold, since she was wearing her sweatshirt again, although since it had to be around 80 even though it was about 7 p.m. that didn't seem possible.

"No, I just didn't want to embarrass you back there," Rainbeaux explained as she unzipped the sweatshirt and pulled it off, and Red almost walked into a parking sign when he noticed that the girl had changed tops. 

"Wouldn't have embarrassed me but I think it would have made that old bat across from us faint if she saw you in that," Red commented as he looked at the white wife-beater men's undershirt which left little to the imagination.

"I know I seem like a slut but I'm not like this around people I don't trust. I just thought you might like this."

"I do," Red said, and after noting her hair had been brushed and she looked a little fresher he added. "Looks like you spruced up a bit in there too."

"I know you said you didn't care but I had to do something. Took a little splash bath in the sink but there wasn't any soap," Rainbeaux explained. "Ever try to dry your armpits with one of those automatic hand driers?"

"Honey, I'm been on the road for almost 40 years so there isn't much I haven't done," Red sighed as he looked over and saw Rainbeaux with her hands behind her head exposing her bushy armpits for his benefit. "Matter-of-fact I have done that, but I gotta tell you that it probably wouldn't take me as long because I don't have nearly as much hair under my arms as you do."

"Is that good?" Rainbeaux asked as she climbed in the cab.

"Is the Pope Catholic?" Red asked while getting the truck back on the Interstate. "You ever shave your underarms?"

"I used to, nearly every day because the hair grew back so fast and thick. Last time I shaved was for my Senior Prom," Rainbeaux explained as she put her elbow on the back of the seat and ran her fingers through the lush tuft of hair. "And that wasn't worth it. Since then I haven't bothered."

"Looks good on you," Red assured her.

"Thanks. Too bad you aren't my Dad. You said you're going to have to stop driving soon?"

"9 p.m.," Red said. "That's 13 hours so the law says I have to knock off and sleep."

"Is that the stuff you write in that book?"

"It is. Pain in the ass but I guess it makes sense," Red said. "If I don't keep it somewhat accurate I get screwed if I get pulled over or weighed."

"I know you sleep back there, so I guess..."

"You're welcome to join me," Red said. "You're also free to try and continue your journey by hooking up for another ride when we hit the rest area."

"I could like sleep in the woods or something," Rainbeaux offered.

"Think it's going to rain later, but if you want to you're your own woman," Red reminded her. "Like I said you're more than welcome to join me, with no strings attached."

"You mean the two of us sleeping next to each other and not messing around?"

"Sure. It's possible. I am tired," Red said. "Sitting on your ass all day like this is exhausting."

"Don't think I could do that," Rainbeaux said. "You know, just laying next to somebody I liked and not doing anything. Especially being as horny as I am right now."

"You're horny?" Red asked.

"The way you've been looking at me? The stuff we've been talking about?" Rainbeaux asked, and as she spoke she brought her hands up and squeezed her massive breasts through the wife-beater, making the nipples even more obvious beneath the cotton. "My skin is practically crawling."

"Whew!" Red wheezed as he shook his head. "Damn, your breasts are incredible."

"Thanks," she cooed. "How much longer you have to drive?"

"Another 50 miles there's a rest stop we can stay overnight in," Red said. "Of course if you want to you can crawl back there now."

"Can I take a peek?" she asked, and after she looked behind the partition she squealed with delight. "Oh man, that's so neat! It'll be like camping out. There's plenty of room for two and I like the decorations."

"My ex-wife did that. She used to travel with me sometimes and I never bothered changing it," Red explained.

"So that bedding has seen some bumping before?" Rainbeaux kidded, and after Red nodded the girl added, "This is gonna be out of sight."

The sun was beginning to go down when the aging

trucker and the equally weathered rig pulled into the rest area, which was a large paved lot for trucks and a small brick building with rest rooms for the public.

"Where are we anyway?" Rainbeaux asked.

"Around Springfield, Missouri," Red asked as he eased the rig to the far end of the lot. "About 1300 miles down and another 300 or so to go."

"They got a bathroom," the girl mentioned. "Good thing because I was going to have to use your bottle pretty soon."

"That would have been a sight," Red chuckled as they climbed down from the cab, and as the aging trucker stretched he pointed towards a path behind the bathrooms. "There's a little nature trail back there. I usually take a stroll back there before I turn in to get the kinks out of my back."

"Cool. I'll join you," Rainbeaux said, ignoring the stare of some commuter exiting the men's room, and Red snickered when the guy almost walked into a wall while gawking at the teen's jugs swaying in the tank-top.

After they visited their respective bathrooms Red led Rainbeaux back along the short trail, and he was a bit shocked when the girl grabbed his hand and held it as they walked.

"This okay?" Rainbeaux asked.

"Of course," Red said as he squeezed the girl's hand in return.

"You make me feel safe," she said as they neared a lookout of sorts, although the dusk made much viewing tough. "I know I talk the talk but I'm finding out that it's kinds scary being out in the world alone. With you - I don't know. I haven't known you long at all but I feel safe with you."

"Even knowing the things I told you before?" Red said as they stood at the long log barrier that kept people from tumbling down a little hill.

"That's different," Rainbeaux said as the trucker came behind her, and when Red put his hands at her sides the teen let his bear-like arms surround her. "Mmm - I like that."

"Me too," Red purred in her ear while his hands came up to cup Rainbeaux's breasts, and as he kneaded the pendulous globes the teen leaned back against him and sighed.

"My gym teacher used to do this," Rainbeaux said as she looked down at the hands squeezed her fleshy breasts.

"He did?"

"She," Rainbeaux corrected. "I think she had a breast fetish or something because every time we got together she would be all over them. That bother you?"

"Heck no," Red replied. "You're a popular girl with the older set I guess and I would have liked to have seen that. You and another woman I mean."

"Don't know if she would have turned you on much. She was a weightlifter and she really didn't have boobs. More like big pecs that a guy would have."

"Like I said, I'm very open-minded and my tastes are a bit strange," Red admitted. You're sure she was a she I suppose?"

"Oh yeah, there was no missing it because she shaved her pussy because she wore skimpy bottoms for the weightlifting," Rainbeaux explained. 

"Oh." 

"That made her big pussy lips look even bigger," Rainbeaux giggle as she felt the trucker's erection at the base of her spine, and as he kept kneading her breasts the teen reached up and back to hold Red's head.

"You're really trying to drive me crazy, aren't you child?" Red whispered as he nibbled into the crux of her neck while letting go of her breasts and running his hands up her sides until his fingers left the cotton and reached the skin above the arm hole. 

"Ooohh!" Rainbeaux sighed as Red's fingers slid through the thick tufts of hair under her arms, and as his fingernails raked gently through the jungles she added, "Why did I know you would do that? Feels nice though." 

Red's only response was a bit of a growl as he continued to nibble the girl's neck until he turned Rainbeaux around to face him.

"Wouldn't it be nicer if I had just gotten out of a bubble bath?" the girl mused as she kept her hands behind her head while Red kept running his fingers under her arms, stirring up a faint scent that the sink bath hadn't quite eliminated. "I wouldn't be so..."

Rainbeaux's words froze as the trucker leaned down and buried his face under her arm, and as Red licked and chewed on the musky red thatch of fur the teen giggled a bit while the trucker made feral noises.

"Am I tickling you?" Red asked, but the girl shook her head and whispered.

"No, it feels groovy but there's somebody watching us," Rainbeaux explained. "It's that guy we passed out by the bathromm."

"Well in that case let me give him something to look at," Red responded, and he proceeded to attack her other armpit with even more enthusiasm, making more feral sounds as he licked and sucked on Rainbeaux's bushy armpit until much of the hair was pasted to her skin.

"You can stop now," Rainbeaux said. "He's leaving." 

"Do I have to?" Red asked as he licked up to the pale insides of her bicep, the china white hue a stark contrast to the freckled outside of her arm that was visible even in the dusk.

"No, I don't know why but I'm loving this. This is new to me," Rainbeaux explained. "I think the guy was jerking off while he looked at us."

"Looked at you, you mean," Red said. "How about if we go back the the truck? I want you so bad."

"Not as bad as I want you Dirty Red," Rainbeaux said as he grabbed his head and kissed him so hard and passionately that his fillings rattled. "I want you to do anything and everything you want to me."

"My pleasure," the flushed trucker replied, and in a minute they were back at the truck.

"There goes our spy," Rainbeaux noted as a car with a solitary driver pulled out of the rest area, and as the teen correctly noted the two of them were the only ones there at the rest stop.

"This will fill up some later when more trucks pull in," Red explained as he helped the plump teen into the cab, holding her butt as he climbed in right behind her.

"Oh this is so cool!" Rainbeaux gushed as she climbed into the sleeper section after Red clicked on a light. "Lot more room than I thought."

"You should see the newer trucks and some of their set-ups," Red lamented as she began unbuttoning his shirt. "Almost like a little apartment in there. If you want a drink help yourself."

"Cool," Rainbeaux said as she opened the little cooler, and when she pulled out a beer and opened it she handed it to the trucker.

"We'll share it if you don't mind," Red said as he tossed the shirt aside, and after the girl took a long swallow he finished the brew and then took off his tank-top.

"Mmm - hairy chest. Love it," Rainbeaux cooed as she knelt next to the trucker, and after she ran her hands through the silver cloud and squeezed his man boobs she bent over and sucked on his nipple while the burly trucker cradled the back of her head.

"Nice," Red growled as the teen nibbled his nipple. "Don't need to be gentle. I won't break."

"Oh yeah?" Rainbeaux chirped before beginning to bite the bud a little harder, and after Red sighed the girl lifted the hand that had been on her head and without hestitation ducked her head under the trucker's arm and began to lick the silver hairs much like he had done to her.

"Damn, you are a dirty girl," Red mumbled, and while this was something he was usually on the giving end off, the sensation of Rainbeaux's tongue lapping his musky armpit sent shivers down his spine.

"Told ya," Rainbeaux said when her flushed face emerged from the sweaty hollow. "Nasty as you want me to be."

"Take that wife beater off for me so I can get a look at those jugs of yours," Red said, and let out a low whistle when the teen replied.

While the cotton tank-top left little to the imagination, seeing the girl's massive breasts bared was even better. The bell-shaped jugs hung down to her waist, and as Red's callused hands cupped the spongy flesh and kneaded them roughly he exhaled loudly.

"Damn child, you must be a D cup at least," Red suggested as he massaged the plaint pale skin which was looking even whiter because the galaxy of freckles ended where the cleavage began.

"I think I was, at least the last time I bought one but that was a couple years ago, and that really cut into me because it was so tight so who knows what size I would need now?" Rainbeaux replied. "I know I look like a cow without a bra but it feels so good to let them hang free."

"You look amazing child. Am I being too rough?"

"No way Red. They like being handled by a real man," Rainbeaux assured the trucker, and as she lifted her hands to grip a ridge of the ceiling to allow the old man access to everything he seemed to love she thrust her breasts into his grasp.

After lightly scraping the wide circumference of her aureolas, Red's fingers seized the teen plump nipples and after rolling them gently between his thumbs and forefingers for a bit started getting a little rougher.

"Oh yeah!" Rainbeaux squealed as she squirmed while the trucker twisted her nipples like they were the knobs on the CB radio, and as he enjoyed the sight of the girl on her knees writhing and contorting he watched the rivulets of sweat trickling down her sides.

Leaning forward, Red's tongue caught the droplets of perspiration on the girl's left side and licked upward over the pale skin until he reached the wild jungle of hair that it began from, causing the teen to shiver. After repeating the efforts on the salty flesh of her right side Red leaned back and asked Rainbeaux to get her jeans off.

"I want you inside me so bad," the girl said as she lowered her arms and sat back to unbutton her jeans.

"In time child. I want to enjoy everything else about you first," Red explained as he helped Rainbeaux get the jeans off her plump and curvy legs, and after getting them free from her ankles he pulled her white crew socks off and slid his hands up her legs while keeping her on her back.

The down on her legs tickled Red's fingers as he worked his way up between her spread thighs, his eyes focused on the crotch of her panties which could not contain her lush bush. His weathered hands slid up her thighs and right up to her soft belly before grabbing the elastic to begin to pull down the modest and well-worn undies.

The sight of a slight discoloration in the front of the white cotton only inflamed Red, and as he slowly coaxed the panties down he smiled when he saw that her bush started almost right away.

A tiny trail that began just under her deep belly button quickly fanned out to become a thick and thoroughly overgrown triangle that fanned out to the insides of her chubby thighs, and as the undies came down the aroma of her sex wafted right up into the trucker's face.

Red inhaled deeply as he kept his face over Rainbeaux's pussy, taking in all of the almost overpowering scent of her sex, and while he sensed the teen's apprehension about being on the road for a couple of days he reviled in the pungent aroma.

The trucker remembered how appalled he had been when, while doing exactly the same thing to another young woman in this cab a while back he was appalled to find not only an almost hairless sex but one that smelled like peppermint from some spray.

He couldn't even get it up that night, Red recalled, but that wasn't going to be a problem this time, not with Rainbeaux. She was all natural and all woman, and so far had not even flinched at his kinky nature.

"Get your pants off Red," Rainbeaux implored as her panties got tossed aside. "Put it in me. I'm wet."

"In time," Red said as he undid his belt, his eyes never leaving the flaming bush as he wiggled out of his pants. "Old guy like me - I only got one shot in me so I got to make it last."

"Oh shit!" Rainbeaux yelped when after Red had gotten out of his jeans he tugged down his boxers, exposing his very erect cock which sprang around wildly after being released from captivity. "I thought you said it didn't get bigger hard?"

"I said not much bigger child," Red cackled as he delighted in the teen's reaction about seeing his stiff manhood swaying out in front of him with the veins that traveled the length of the organ seeming to throb.

"It's as big as my freaking arm," Rainbeaux howled.

"Nothing to be afraid of child," Red said as he grabbed her wrists and held her down as she started to sit up. "I wouldn't hurt you for anything."

"I'm not trying to get away," Rainbeaux gasped as she looked up at the gentle giant who was hovering over her. "I want to grab it. Want to suck it."

"In time," Red said while a smile, looking down at the teen's chest as it heaved with her excited breathing, her huge breasts still impressive even with her on her back like this.

"Gonna make me beg for it?" Rainbeaux asked as she smiled while trying to lean up to bite the trucker. "I will."

"I'm not kidding Red. You've got me so horny - and I get a little crazy when I get like this," Rainbeaux continued, her face flushed and her eyes wide.

"You want me to put my cock in that hairy cunt of yours?" Red teased, his cock running through her pubic hair as he held her down.

"Yes!" Rainbeaux practically shouted. "Fuck me with that horse cock. I want to feel it. Never had one near that big."

"Oh, you'll get it alright," Red promised. "As long as you're a good girl."

With that the trucker began to nibble his way down her plump body until his tongue slid through the blazing red forest, gliding through the thick bush and following the increasing dampness until it dipped into the fold.

Like Rainbeaux had promised, Red found her pussy dripping wet, and that along with the ripe scent of her sex had the older man lapping at her pussy like a starving dog. When the teen came a minute later he was so inflamed that he hardly noticed that her thighs had clamped around his head like a vice.

"So good," Rainbeaux mumbled as she squirmed around on the mattress, running her hands through Red's thinning hair. "Give it to me now."

"In time," Red said as he lifted his crimson face from her steamy valley, and after brushing a stray hair from her cheek instructed the voluptuous girl to get onto her hands and knees. "You know what I want."

She did, and after assuming the position she did not resist when his weathered hands pried apart her full buttocks and looked into the darkened crevice at the hair that went right up to and around her anus.

The hair between her legs was slightly darker in tone that her armpit hair or her scalp, more like a burnt orange. Red's finger once again found the orifice and after dipping his digit in and out of the hot cavity a couple of times he bent over and pushed his face into the musky crack.

While her anus was relatively clean - not that it mattered much to Red - the scent was pungent enough to make the old man shiver and the taste was even more erotic to the trucker.

His licking became almost rabid as he made love to her anus, making the girl jump and moan when he pushed the tip of his tongue into her ass while holding her fleshy hips tight and pulling her close to him, almost as if he was trying to put his whole head up there.

Red knew he sounded like the pig he felt he really was while trying to jam his tongue into the teen's bowels, and while he was tempted to exchange his tongue for his cock he knew past experiences with that did not go over well and besides, the trucker was really fond of the kid and couldn't bear the thought of damaging her.




Keep On Truckin'



The old man brought his hand up between Rainbeaux's legs, and her pussy hair was so wet with the combination of her juices and his saliva that it really was dripping. Pulling his face out of the steamy crack, the trucker leaned back against the back wall and slid his hips forward, proving to himself that while the old back was a little cranky he was still agile for his age.

"How about a little of that head you promised before?" Red suggested, and upon hearing that Rainbeaux scrambled around to face the kneeling man whose cock was so hard that it curved a bit upward.

"Oh boy!" Rainbeaux said as she looked down that Red's fully engorged cock. "You like the foreskin peeled back or left where it is?"

"Que sera sera," Red chuckled. "Whatever happens, happens."

Rainbeaux nodded and ducked down, grabbing the prong around the base with her left hand, and after noting that she couldn't get her hand all the way around it, moved her mouth onto the fat knob and let her lips slide down.

"Oh child, that's sweet," Red sighed as he watched the plucky girl push her mouth halfway down the throbbing tool before bobbing back up, and while she tried to go a little further down with each bob of her head she never managed to get more than halfway down.

It was still damn good and better than most, so Red relaxed and watched the teen suck his cock. As she did his hands moved around everything of hers he could reach; rubbing her shoulders and neck, reaching under her to squeeze her hanging tits and stroking her armpit hair while he enjoyed her energetic head.

"It's time child," Red announced, and the words were barely out of his mouth before she flew back onto the mattress and spread her legs wide.

"You want me this way?" the teen asked as Red knee-walked up between her chunky thighs.

"It'll do for a start," Red announced as he brought the fat knob of his manhood to the opening of her furry grotto, and although Rainbeaux was wet he was still surprised at how tight she was.

"Oh man," Rainbeaux gasped as Red forced the end of his cock into her while she held the backs of her thighs with her hands and spread as wide as she could.

"Just relax child," Red said softly as the ridge of her cock popped inside of her, and after that he found it easier to push more of him into her.

"Wow!" Rainbeaux choked when Red stopped pushing forward, but she was mistaken if she thought he was all the way in because he leaned forward some more, his cock easing deep into her pussy while the thickest past of her manhood stretched the lips of her sex to the limit. 

By the time he had inched all of his cock into her, Rainbeaux was arching upwards toward him while her hands clutching his biceps in a death grip while her neck muscles strained as her eyes rolled back in her head. 

"You got it child," Red chuckled as the teen seemed to be mumbling in tongues while he very slightly rocked his hips.

He knew very well that after she got used to his size she would be just fine so he gave the girl time to get accustomed to him. The little sleeper section was already muggy, in part due to their activity and probably because of the weather.

There were raindrops hitting the roof of the truck as the expected storm began outside, while inside sweat was raining down on the girl as Red propped himself over Rainbeaux, making her already moist skin even wetter.

Red began to move, sliding his cock slowly in and out of the teen's snug pussy, and as it loosened up he began to rock harder and faster. In a few minutes the girl was no long straining but accepting his thrusts with dirty talk and urging so he went harder and faster still.

Rainbeaux came in a couple of minutes, and if the trucker had been deaf and unable to hear her scream he still could have figured out she was cumming because of the way her pussy contracted around his cock so tightly that it almost forced him out.

"Holy shit!" Rainbeaux muttered when she realized that Red hadn't cum and in fact had barely begun, because despite how turned on the aging trucker was by the hippie's body, over the years he had developed an uncanny degree of self control.

This she learned after discovering that his brief hesitation was only to change position and now they were on their sides while Red slipped his manhood into her from behind.

"That's sweet," Red moaned as he thrust himself deep into her from another angle, and after they got into a steady rhythm he pulled the redhead's upper torso back toward him so he could watch his hand maul the teen's breasts.

"Think I'm gonna cum again," Rainbeaux mumbled as she let the trucker contort her body backward, and when she came again her orgasm was enhanced by Red's face buried in her exposed armpit as he licked and chewed the furry thicket.

After Rainbeaux's body had stopped shaking Red took his cock out of the girl, and just as she was telling him how good it had been she looked over and saw that he still hadn't cum and he cock was still as hard as blue steel.

"You gotta be kidding me!" Rainbeaux laughed as she looked as Red's swollen manhood which looked, in her words, "Angry."

Indeed Red's cock was now beet red and the exposed glans was somewhere near purple and dripping as his prong bounced around wildly.

"Let's give that pussy a break for a second," Red said, putting the slippery girl on her back.

The trucker ignored his aching back and straddled Rainbeaux, placing his cock between her breasts and squeezing her jugs together.

"Put your hands behind her head and relax," Red instructed, and as the girl gave him the view he requested he returned her knowing smile.

"Neat!" Rainbeaux chirped as she watched the crown of his dick peek out at her each time Red pushed forward, and as Red slid back and forth down the wet cleavage the girl noted, "Did this before but never could see the dick could out this end. Neat. You going to cum like this?"

"Nope, although it's tempting," Red admitted.

"You sure I can't make you cum like this?" Rainbeaux teased, and after Red insisted he was in complete control the teen giggled and tried something else.

"No fair! You gotta look" Rainbeaux giggled when she saw Red turn his head away for fear he would cum after watching her lean her head over in an attempt to lick her own armpit, and after trying to avoid looking at the sight of the redhead tonguing herself he gave up.

"You win. Here we go," Red said as he climbed off of Rainbeaux and got her on her hands and knees, a task not easy given how dripping wet and slick her body was.

"Oh - uh Red!" Rainbeaux blurted out when she appeared to fear what was about to happen, but the trucker reassured her as he leaned up against her and slid his manhood into the larger furry orifice from behind.

She likely would have let him take her anally but that wasn't what Red wanted. He wanted to have her doggie style and as he eased himself into Rainbeaux and crouched over her his arms came around so he could knead her dangling jugs.

Red came, but not after about five minutes of fucking that was just as rough and energetic as the rest had been. Their wet skin slapped together as loud as the thunder outside, and only after Rainbeaux had yet another orgasm with her arms giving out under the force and sending her face-first into the pillow did Red cum.

He let out a roar as his cock erupted, sending volleys of his seed deep into the teen's womb, and after he was spent he stayed draped over the girl until his deflating organ eventually slithered out of Rainbeaux.

Leaning back, Red contorted his back which had just begun to really remind him of the fact his was 65, and after looking down at Rainbeaux who was still in this awkward position on her knees with her ass sticking up and her face in the bedding he asked if she was okay.

"You realize I'm never going to walk again," she mumbled before plopping over onto her side.

"You'll survive. You're just a kid. I'm the one who might need a nurse," Red confessed.

"Bullshit. You probably want to go again in a few minutes."

"No, those days are gone," Red lamented, and although he started to lay down next to the teen he stopped when he felt how drenched the bedding was. "Can't sleep in that."

"I can't believe something is too dirty for Dirty Red," Rainbeaux quipped.

"Not for me. I was thinking of you, but these things are soggy."

"Sweat and cum. I think I squirted as some point too," Rainbeaux admiited. "About the time I bit into your collarbone."

"I didn't notice until just now," Red said when he reached up and rubbed the bruise.

"Sorry. Can I have another drink?"

"Sure. Give me a soda. Can't have any more alcohol in my system." 

Okay," the girl said as she fished out a cola along with a beer. "Really pouring out there."

"Yeah, and I'm going to have to pee too. Oh well, I could use a shower," Red admitted.

"Me too - and don't tell me you like me the way I am."

"Okay I won't," Red agreed. "Even though I do."

"Maybe we can pee on each other like me and my Grandpa did," Rainbeaux suggested, and when Red gave her a dubious look she added. "Sounds like it's raining so hard that it would wash right off."

"I don't know..."

"What's the matter Dirty Red?" Rainbeaux chided. "I thought you were so dirty and all."

"I am but we're out in public here."

"It's dark as can be out there," Rainbeaux declared after peeking outside. "And there's only a couple of trucks out there and they're way down at the other end facing the other way."

"We don't have to," Rainbeaux said when she sensed Red was a bit taken back. "I was just having fun and trying to be naughty like I thought you liked me to be."

"It's not that," Red confessed. "It's just that - well - I feel a little guilty. Kinda like I'm taking advantage of you here..."

"Hold it Mr. Dirty Red," Rainbeaux snapped. "Nobody took advantage of anybody, and if anybody did it was me. You fed me and chauffeured me and made me laugh. All I did was keep you company and got the best sex I've even had in my life in the bargain, so don't do that. Don't ruin this for me."

"I'm sorry," Red said when she saw the tear trickling down the teen's chubby cheek, and as he hugged her he added, "Forget I said anything. Let's go pee on each other."

With that the two of them climbed out of the truck as naked as the day they were born, and after they hugged and kissed when the thunder rolled and the lightning crackled in the distance Rainbeaux brought Red behind a bush that put them out of sight in case anyone should pull in.

"Who goes first?" Rainbeaux asked. "I really got to go."

"Okay then," Red said as he eased his aching body down to the grass. "Here goes nothing."

"I won't get your face or anything," the teen said as she straddled the trucker's chest, and in a matter of seconds a blast of pee erupted from her hairy orifice, splattering all over Red's chest and stomach.

"How was it?" Rainbeaux asked as she wiggled around before stepping off to the side.

"Warm," Red said as he let the girl help him to his feet, and as the rain washed over them he added, "It wasn't that bad to be honest. Then again it would be hard to complain about anything that had me staring up at your pussy."

"Ha! Your turn now Red," Rainbeaux declared as she got down on the wet grass and reclined. "Let her rip."

"Don't know if I can do this or not," Red said after standing above the teen and finding himself having to go but unable to. "Mental block."

"You can do it," Rainbeaux said encouragingly. "Aim for my tits. You can't miss."

"Trying."

"You going to ball me again when we get back inside?" she asked.

"Can't."

"I'll bet I can get you hard again."

"Doubt it," Red said as he stretched and wiggled his cock. "I've got this dildo in the cab..."

"A dildo?" Rainbeaux chuckled.

"A skinny one. It was my ex-wife's and - you'll laugh at this - whenever she wanted some more she would slide the thing into my butt. Something about hitting the prostate or something but it would get me hard when she did it."

"Oh, that sounds dirty."

"My back is screaming at me now as it is child. I'll take a rain-check - whoa - here it comes."

At first just a couple of drops dribbled out, but then the pee started flowing, pounding onto the teen's tits in what seemed like a never-ending flow.

"Damn," Rainbeaux said in between giggles as the urine kept flowing like the trucker's cock was a faucet. "You piss like you fuck. Keep me waiting forever and then you don't stop."

"There," Red said after wiggling the flaccid hose around. "Done. Time for our shower."

Red helped the teen to her feet and after they stood in the downpour for a few minutes they began running their hands over each other's bodies like they were in an actual shower.

"All we lack is soap," Red noted. "Although the scrubbing I'm getting is rather selective."

"Can't help it," the girl replied, unwilling to apologizing for pulling on the trucker's cock and squeezing his balls. "I love this thing."

"It's dead though," Red lamented as he ran his hands over her slippery tits, and as the rain began to ease he suggested they get back inside before they got caught out there like this.

Inside the cab Red remade the bed with fresh sheets, and after they dried themselves as best they could with the towel Red had they embraced. Safe in each other's arms they relaxed until Rainbeaux dropped off as Red nursed on her nipple, and as her breathing became steady he let his face slide into the warm and soft pillow of fur under her arm and dropped off as well.

***

Several hours later Red awoke with a start, and even after he remembered that he wasn't alone he knew something else was up. The trucker was on his back with his legs spread and his new friend was sprawled down below his crotch sucking his cock.

What was up was his cock, which was nearly erect as Rainbeaux sucked on it vigorously, and the reason that he was hard was not solely due to his cock being gobbled.

"What the?" Red mumbled as he felt the cold plastic in his ass.

"Boy you sleep like a bear," Rainbeaux declared as she spun the device around in his butt while stroking his greased cock with her other fist. "How could you sleep through everything I did to you?"

"Drive a dozen hours and you'll find out," Red said.

"This isn't even a dildo. It's a personal vibrator or something. It's so tiny it's more like a finger. Your wife should have used a salami if she wanted to think of you," Rainbeaux said.

"Big enough for me. I didn't want to get fucked with it, I used it just for the stimulation," Red said. "I see you found the lube too."

"I was bored. Woke up and couldn't get back to sleep so I started nosing around. How long do you expect me to be able to look at your cock hanging over your hip without getting frisky?"

"I appreciate it but my back..."

"You don't have to move a muscle," Rainbeaux declared as she climbed up and straddled the monolith she held upright, and as she eased herself down on his huge organ she added. "We didn't do this position and besides, you said you wanted a rain-check but we'll never see each other again after tomorrow."

"You mean later," Red sighed as he glanced at the clock as his cock became enveloped by her snug pussy.

"Whatever. Let me give you something to remember me by," the teen said as she reached over and clicked on the light to the low setting.

"You think I'll ever forget you?" Red said with a shake of his head as Rainbeaux began to rock on him.

"Hope not," the girl said. "I know I'll never forget you."

"Won't last long like that," Red mumbled as the teen undulated faster and reached up to grab the ridge on the roof again.

"You don't have to," she said. "Cum for me baby. Cum good and hard."

Red did just that in a few seconds, and as he shot his load inside of Rainbeaux he locked the vision of her in his memory bank - with her breasts rolling from side to side as she hung there above him with a smile that lit up the dim room.

"There, now it's bedtime," she declared after climbing off of Red and pulling the device out from him. 

"Again," Red said as the room went dark and they cuddled together. 

***

Red got the truck moving early the next day, washing down some aspirin with a coffee to dull the ache in his back, and in comparison with the day before the conversation in the cab was muted. One reason was that they were both exhausted from the night before but there was also a sense of sadness because the two both soon be parting.

That was a sentiment Red expressed when they neared Oklahoma City after a 5 hour trip made longer by road construction.

"Where do you go after you drop off this load," Rainbeaux had asked after Red had inquired about the Grateful Dead's schedule.

"Last I knew I was going to Tulsa to pick up another load," Red explained.

"And then you go home?"

"No, then I go wherever the load goes," Red said. "Probably closer to home, and then I get a few days off before I go someplace else."

"That sounds like fun, not knowing where you're going to end up."

"It gets old after a while," Red replied. "All the places and roads look the same. Believe me, adventures like the last couple of days are very rare for me."

"Well, maybe we'll run into each other again," Rainbeaux suggested.

"Maybe," Red mused. "I'd like that."

The words hung in the cab as the old man wondered whether he was getting soft in the head or something. Rainbeaux was just a kid and there had been probably over a dozen of them over the last decade or so, he reasoned. Girls he used and got used by.

Not like this girl though, Red concluded as he shook his head in confusion. How he could think of this girl as a daughter after the things he did to her was bizarre, and the trucker tried to put things in perspective.

Tomorrow the girl would be in somebody else's truck, or in the back seat of a car, doing things to another man that she had done with him and Dirty Red would become a fading memory to her.

There was also the chance, he thought solemnly, that she would run into somebody who wasn't just a dirty old man but a real sicko. They were out there, he knew, and he shuddered when he thought of the possibilities that could befall a young and naive kid like Rainbeaux.

Red had to get rid of his load at the place near the Interstate exit so he needed to bid his passenger goodbye out of sight of the office.

"You might get lucky at that roadhouse across the way," Red said as the girl prepared to leave. "Lots of truckers stop there and maybe somebody will be heading to Arizona. Whatever you do, be careful."

"What's this?" Rainbeaux said when after they kissed goodbye the trucker put an envelope in the pocket of her backpack.

"It's got my name and address and phone number, in case you ever need something or just need to talk. Call collect."

"What's this?" the teen said as she extracted a wad of bills from behind the note.

"In case you need something," Red explained while suggesting, "Maybe you can use it for a bus ticket instead of hitchhiking. It's not all that much and besides I don't have to time or energy to spend what I make."

"I told you I have money," Rainbeaux said as she

first tried to hand the money back, and when that failed stuffed the money into the console. "You realize what taking this would make me?"

"No, it's not like that," Red said when he figured out what the girl meant. "Nothing like that at all. I swear. I'm just - worried about you. Not all guys out here are as - you know?"

"As dirty as you?" Rainbeaux said as a smile returned to her face. "No, I know what you mean. I'll be fine. I'm not as dumb as I look."

"You're not dumb at all," Red corrected. "You're a wacky kid with a wacky name who's going to have a wonderful life, and I'm going to miss you."




Keep On Truckin'



"Same here," Rainbeaux said as she climbed out of the cab, and just before she closed the door she added, "Oh, and just so you know my name isn't really Rainbeaux. That's just what I call myself now because I hate my real name."

"Oh? What's your real name?"

"Millicent," the girl said as she scrunched up her face. "Can you believe that?"

"Heard worse," Red said, and he actually thought the name was rather nice. "My real first name is Edgar."

"Millicent and Edgar," the teen said through the window. "Not exactly as catchy as Bonnie and Clyde is it?"

"Guess not. Stay safe Rainbeaux."

"You too Red," Rainbeaux chirped as she jumped down to the ground, and as Red pulled into the lot he looked back in the mirror at the girl walking away with her backpack in tow, a little like Charlie Chaplin.

"Senile old bastard," the trucker muttered to none as he ran the back of his hand across his eyes and added, "Damn allergies."

***

Two hours later a pissed off Dirty Red was pulling back out of the lot, heading to Tulsa where apparently he would be stuck waiting around for his next assignment because there was a mix-up somewhere along the way. He would be taking a load to Springfield, Massachusetts but not for another 36 hours at least, and while he got compensated for his expenses and the dead time it was still a pain to get stuck somewhere with nothing to do.

"Hell Red," the dispatcher said when he handed him the paperwork and a check. "You'll make out because you'll sleep in the cab and pocket the motel money like you always do."

"Ah!" Red had moaned, and while he knew the dispatcher was probably right he would rather sleep in his own bed at home. Besides, the cab smelled like sex. Sweat and cum, like Rainbeaux had said the night before.

Rainbeaux. There, standing by a light pole was the girl, but she was on the wrong side of the road because that was eastbound traffic and she was supposed to be headed west. The teen had seen Red just as he had seen her and after he pulled his cab over to the shoulder neaar her the girl skipped in his direction.

"Not only haven't you had any luck, you're on the wrong side of the road child," Red said as the girl climbed up onto the running board of the passenger side. "I know you would have better luck getting a lift if you took of the sweatshirt but anyway you're going to end up going back where you came from over here."

"Tulsa's east, isn't it?" Rainbeaux chirped through the window. "Need a co-pilot?"

"Huh? What happened to Arizona and the Grateful Dead?"

"Changed my mind. I don't really like their music that much," Rainbeaux declared. "The songs just go on and on. Been waiting for you after I thought it over and I had a hunch we would find each other again. Your truck looks different without the trailer. So, you want a passenger, Dirty Red?"

"Of course I do," Red said, and after explaining what his schedule had become he added, "So I'm going to be stuck in a motel in Tulsa for at least two nights, maybe more if this screwed up company doesn't get it's act together. Not very much of a good time I'm afraid."

"Hmmm," Rainbeaux mused as she peeled off her sweatshirt to reveal a tie-dyed tank-top that left even less to the imagination than her wife-beater had. "Two days and nights in a motel room with Dirty Red. A real bed..."

"That's right."

"A bubble bath, maybe in a tub big enough for two..."

"That actually sounds like fun."

"A razor..."

"Don't get crazy on me girl," Red advised.

"How far is Tulsa?"

"About 100 miles. We'll be there before dark."

"Maybe we can find out whether my tongue can do what that little personal vibrator does," Rainbeaux offered with a twinkle in her eye.

"What am I going to do with you girl?" Red said with a shake of his head.

"I suspect you're going to do like you did last night, Dirty Red. Anything you want to," Rainbeaux responded as she stretched out in her seat. "And I suspect that I'll take it and like it."

***

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Keep On Trucking



It was late, it was cold, and Ron was behind schedule as he came down I-69 into Flint with his load of car parts. The only thing on his mind was unloading, dinner, shower and a bed. He didn’t even want a woman in it, that’s how beat he was tonight.

Ahead and on the side of the road he spotted a Chevy Suburban obviously disabled with its radiator overheating and steam pouring into the frigid air. He slowed down as a protective measure in case he needed to take any kind of action. Motorist could be dumb when it came to large fast moving trucks. He wasn’t about to stop until he saw the woman bent over the engine as he slowly went by. He pulled over. 

Damn his mother for raising him a gentleman anyway. He pulled himself out of the cab and sauntered back. "You can’t fix that tonight ma’am. Can I give you a lift up the road to the nearest station?"

She looked up and he was hooked. She had huge liquid green eyes that you dove into and wanted to stay, and from the lines on her face you could see she had been beautiful as a young girl and had ripened into a lovely woman with the most serene smile he had ever seen. It didn’t hurt that her face was framed by the most beautiful copper colored hair he had ever saw in his rather long life.

She smiled again, "Thank you, I was turning into an icicle here, let me get my bag and lock the car". He watched her walk away, she moved with a subtle confidence he found intoxicating she was a woman who knew who she was, and where she was going. She returned holding a suitcase and a small purse.

"Oh, "He said, "You were going on a trip, this will slow you down". He pointed back at the Suburban. She shook her head "no" then, giggled. "Do you believe in fate?" He replied "Sometimes" 

"While I wasn’t going to take the car and then I did just to piss my husband off. I am running away from home. I guess I really wasn’t meant to have it."

He couldn’t help laughing the look on her face demanded it. She looked like a kid caught with her hand in the cookie jar.

He made up his mind in that moment to invite her to join him on his trip. "Guess not, hey if you can wait until the morning, I am on the way to California with a load of car parts, you’re welcome to keep me company." She stepped back and looked him up and down. He felt himself tighten and lengthen at her appraisal. He knew it was among everything else sexual. Finally she smiled and said "Deal I always wanted to see what living in a truck would be like."

Finally they introduced themselves, she told him her name was Merry English, and she was after twenty years of living with an abusive husband finally leaving. He told her his name was Ron Towers and that he was divorced after ten years of marriage to a woman who couldn’t stay out of other men’s beds when he was on the road. They agreed life wasn’t always fair but always interesting.

He dropped her off at a small local motel and told her he would pick her up at 7a.m. the next morning. He watched her watching him until the truck was out of sight.

Seven the next morning found her in the coffee shop, finishing breakfast and reading a paper. He dropped into the seat and said "One cup of coffee and I will be ready to travel." She nodded and got up and headed for the woman’s room. He was impressed she was back in five minutes. He helped her into the truck and she smelled marvelous, she had a nice curvy body and firm tits, they brushed against him as he showed her how the seat belt fastened.

He smiled to himself as he walked to the other side of the cab. This trip was going to be a lot more fun then traveling alone. He adjusted himself before climbing inside; suddenly his jeans were not near as comfortable as usual.

The first hundred miles or so they talked catching up on who they were and how they got to this part of their lives. He found out she did not have any children. She had lost two after her husband beat her up while pregnant and that she was older then she looked thirty-eight. He told her he didn’t have kids either but had always wanted a herd. That made for a few moments of quiet time. They went on from there to the schools they had attended, jobs they had held, and things they had done and always wanted to do. They were coming up on a small town when Merry suggested a short grocery store stop. "You wait in the truck and I will pick up stuff for lunch and we can have a picnic at one of those pull off roadside parks you guys stop at all the time. 

He knew of a particularly beautiful one coming up in about two hundred miles so he agreed. She was quick and brought back stuff in a cooler already packed with ice she wouldn’t show him telling him it would be a surprise. He hadn’t been surprised in a long time.

Finally they reached the park, as they stopped she told him first the rest room and then lunch. She came out looking better then she went in. She had changed her top to something lighter as the day was getting warm and added perfume and makeup. He decided for the first time in months that he was interested in something besides food and sleep. He pulled off in the back and helped her unload the two grocery bags and the cooler. She had bought plates, cups, silverware, and a thermos full of coffee, wine, and an assortment of deli delicious smelling foods. Usually he grabbed a fast hamburger and fries this was health food to him and he told her so. They crunched their way through deli kosher dill pickles, a rice salad that he wasn’t sure what was in it, but it tasted delicious, huge roast beef sandwiches with horseradish sauce and tomatoes and chopped cabbage that she made out of packets and bottles and ended with the most sinful chocolate cheesecake that he had ever eaten. She feed them each pieces of this explaining she only bought one slice so she wouldn’t eat the whole thing. Finished he helped clean up and put everything into the cooler she had purchased with ice from the rest stop. He then suggested a nap. She smiled and said, "I have been dying to try that bunk out". She pulled off her jeans and the last thing he saw as he watched with open mouth was the black silk thread of her thong snuggled between tight creamy white ass cheeks as she scooted up into the bunk. He pulled his off, locked the truck, and joined her. 

Not wanting to presume he lay down and pulled her close the only way to sleep in the crowded interior. She turned up her face and giggled. "Don’t I at least get a kiss to send me off to sleep?"

He obliged, she tasted wonderful resplendent of garlic, and roast beef and all the earthy flavors of their lunch and that special flavor of woman that he had missed for far too long. He found himself cupping her breast and felt her hand curl around his lengthening package as they drifted off to sleep dreaming of the possibilities.

He woke up to the feel of a hot wet mouth curled around his cock which was slowly rising to the challenge. He lay quiet as long as he could enjoying the delicate sensual way she licked him wet all over from below his balls up around his sack his whole member and back before she ever touched the head. He gave up with a groan deep in his throat when her tongue flicked out and finally touched his now sensitive head.

She looked up and smiled at him, "I was so good about the cheesecake I figured I was entitled to more dessert. He pushed up into her mouth and she quit talking and got back to work. He sniffed and grinned. A lot of women who did oral sex didn’t like it, but the odor of her arousal was everywhere. He suddenly realized how long it had been since he smelled a hot woman. He jerked in her mouth as he reached to pull her hair back to watch her work on him. He warned her how close he was to coming and suddenly he felt something covering his arousal. The minx had put a condom in her mouth and unrolled it over his cock. She sat up and pulling off her panties moved to seat him at her entrance. He placed his hands on her hips picked her up and dropped her. "Oh my God!" she laughed. He sat still as she absorbed his size and accommodated to him. Finally she started to move on him. She was wet and it felt even through the condom wonderful. He laid back and said, "Go for it as his fingers one hand teased at her clit and the other pushed up her top to find naked breasts and hard ready nipples to pull and twist.

Soon they were lost in the dance of all lovers through time. Pushing here, pulling there, seating him deep, and then moving out to barely containing his head before slamming down on his entire length. He felt the liquid rolling of his juices as they gathered and tightened his balls and felt her breath grow more rapid and her muscles ripple over his cock as she climbed the same mountain. When she slid down his cock the last time and rocking stayed there he felt her spasm felt her hands beating him and heard her cries of joy as she was rocked by a major force climax. He pushed up and holding her hips pushed once twice and again and joined her.

He turned her to the side and holding her close, withdrew, and removed the condom pushing it into the bag he kept for throwaway stuff when he was reading in his bunk. That done he closed his eyes and they slept. 

Two hours later, he woke up. Crawled out of the bunk and covering her up told her to sleep. He wiggled back into his jeans started the truck and was five hundred miles down the road when Merry woke up again and joined him. He smiled at the sight of her in her short t-top and thong panties curled up in her seat.

"Well hello sleepy head, welcome back. She grinned, and patted him running her hand up his leg. "May I saw thank you both to you and that wonderful cock of yours, for that marvelous climax. Which by the way is the first climax I have had in years that I didn’t give myself and let me tell you it has those beat hands down."

He laughed. She didn’t put her jeans back on until hunger drove them to stop for dinner almost six hours later. She was easily the most beautiful woman in the diner and men who he often talked with as he drove coast to coast every week sought out his table this time to talk to the pretty lady. She smiled and was polite but made it clear to one and all she was his woman and not available without a word or overt gesture. Soon they found themselves alone and he was glad.

He checked his progress and told her it would be a long night he had to make at least another five hundred miles before he could sleep to stay on schedule. She got the thermos refilled while he hit the rest room and he was surprised to see she had also purchased sandwiches for a late supper on the go. "This and leftovers from lunch will keep us awake. She had also bought a book and a flashlight. I figure I can read to you when we run out of things to talk about, funny thing it was the latest Stephen King and they hadn’t discussed books but he was one of his favorite authors. Another thing they had in common.

Eight hours later close to midnight somewhere just inside Texas they pulled over to rest. Merry had crawled into the bunk about an hour before when he found her falling asleep as she tried to read to him. He had pushed in one of his books to listen to and promised to join her soon. He lasted another hour the drone of the wheels and the thought of her hot body waiting for him was too much it was time to rest. He was amazed how good it felt and how fast he slept once he crawled in beside her his last thought was usually he was so wired from coffee and thinking that sleep avoided him when he needed it worst. He barely heard the alarm when it went off. Surprised to find Merry out of the bunk He crawled out and pushing the door open was jolted awake by the sight of his traveling companion naked in a nearby pond washing. The sun reflecting off her hair surrounded her in shimmering light and he was mesmerized and aroused by the sight. He looked around and then said, "The hell with it dropped his jeans on the edge of the pond and waded out to join her.

"I smelt of stale sex and sweat and I wanted to smell good for you. He ducked his head and nuzzled her neck. "Yep it worked. Got any of that soap for me?" She did and proceeded to wash him clean and hard at the same time. Then giggling and laughing she pushed him, as he fell he pulled her down to get even and they were naked and in the middle of water fight when he heard the sound of wheels pulling into the parking lot. They scurried up on the bank, and were wrapped in their blanket when the Sheriff pulled in and exited his car.

"Morning All," he smiled on them. "Having an early morning swim were you?" Ron answered, "Yes Sir, I hope that wasn’t against the law?" Sheriff shook his head no, "Just wishing I had been quicker I bet that lady is mighty pretty under that blanket". Merry looked at Ron, and smiling opened the blanket quickly and then closed it. The Sheriff smiled, 

"Now that’s a nice way to wake up, you all enjoy Texas now" and grinning he got back in his car and took off.

They laughed all the way back to the truck, got dressed and found the coffee was still tolerable warm and the food still chilled and so they ate breakfast and laughed about the swim , the sheriff, his free look which would probably have him masturbating later or enjoying his own woman thanks to them . It was a good start to the morning.

Once the site was cleaned up and everything tossed away, Ron helped Merry up into the truck since she still hadn’t put on her jeans he smiled and pushed her down across the seat moving her panties out of the way and buried his head in her naked mound. 

"I figure I need some dessert before I start my working day and holding her by her hips he plunged into the depths of her body. She tasted tart with a sweet over-taste and he found her moistening immediately as he licked and bite and teased her until screaming she came for him. Licking his lips and then pulling her up to share her taste he smiled,"Now that’s what I call the start of a good day." All Merry could do was nod and grin. She did manage to ask how much longer before they arrived in California. She also asked him what they were going to do after he dropped his load. Was it backing across the country again or did he have time to play a little?"

Since he hadn’t picked up a load yet he could afford to take a day or so off and the thought of her and him and a real bed had him hard at once. 

"Well," he drawled "darling, I could take a couple of days off and then you could pick a state you would like to see next if California doesn’t suit your style". He knew from the squeeze she gave his ready cock he had found a traveling companion.

He spent the next hour telling her of all the delights awaiting her the first time they shared a real bed together.

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