6 comments/ 46003 views/ 3 favorites The Truck Stop By: BANJAR He had traveled this interstate highway more times than he cared to remember. The same old scenery, the same dreary truck stops, the same busy roadside rest stops slid by with monotonous regularity. As a state auditor of small correspondent banks, he traveled the east coast states for nearly nine months out of every year. The money was great but the boredom was stupefying. Oh, there were occasional friendly head tellers who invited him into their parlors as hungry spiders might do. But those encounters were hardly worth remembering. He never met one in 9 years of travel that had really turned him on. He pulled into a large, sprawling truck stop on Interstate 85. The food in the restaurant was predictable yet passable. As he walked along the cafeteria line, he noticed the couple ahead of him. The man went ahead. He drew attention by the fact that he insisted that his slice of beef have no sauce or gravy on it. He wanted no gravy on his mashed potatoes and was gruff and condescending to the ladies behind the line in demanding what he wanted. The woman following him was about 5feet 4 inches tall.. She had long blond hair down to her shoulders. It was streaked with darker colors. She wore a sweater and long skirt that reached almost to her ankles. He paid is tab and moved to a table. By sheer chance he happened to sit across from the couple who had preceded him. He now could see the face of the woman. It was round, with large brown eyes. She was attractive in a sort of natural way. She wore almost no makeup. As he ate, he kept glancing at her. She began to glance at him as well. The more he looked, the more attracted he became. There was something about her expression, something in her eyes that began to captivate him. They continued to trade glances and eventually they began to smile at each other. The husband, totally unaware of what was going on, continued to eat his food, his face a few inches from his plate. She began to calculate how old her flirtatious "friend" might be. Maybe about 60, she thought. A little paunch but the silver/grey hair and broad shoulders gave him a distinguished look. He figured she was about 40, maybe 150 pounds or slightly less. Nice figure showing through her sweater. He detested skinny women, preferring someone with some flesh on her bones, something he could grab onto, something he could tease and pleasure. Soon the glances almost became an embarrassment to them both and they began to slack off. Suddenly she got up and headed for the restrooms. One had to go through the retail shop to get to the narrow hallway that led to the ladies' room. As she walked away, he stared at her butt, her easy gait and purposeful stride. He decided to follow her. He waited in the aisle with the CB radios, CDs and other equipment. As she came out of the restroom he surprised her by grabbing her hand and pulling her into the aisle. They were blocked from her husband's view by a row of leather jackets. "Madame, can I sell you a CB radio? We have an excellent selection here." She smiled and giggled a little at his rash performance. "Now why would I want a CB radio?" she replied with a smirk. "As we roll down the highway, I could tell you how much I want to lavish your body with kisses." He waited for the expected burst of righteous indignation that would surely follow such a remark to a married woman. It didn't happen. She stared intently into his eyes. "Are you so horny that you accost total strangers in truck stops?" "No, this is the first time I have been so taken with a woman whom I have never met. There is something about you that has stirred up my libido to the bursting point. I can't tell you exactly what it is but I can feel the heat running through my veins. I am not going to lie to you. I just want to bang the hell out of you right now." She glanced over the coats to where her husband was sitting. "That's not likely right now. You know I'm not alone so I guess you'll have to find some other way to vent your passion. But the thought is a good one. I'm having a few of my own right now." He took both her hands in his and said, "About 120 miles down the Interstate is a rest stop. Tell him you have to make a ‘pit stop.' Go in the ladies room and take off your panties. Then go to the maintenance closet that is located between the two hallways leading to the ladies' room and the men's room. It will be unlocked. I'll be waiting for you" He did not wait for an answer but walked away, back to his table. He threw a dollar for the busboy on the table and left. He marveled at the fact that the master key to the file room at his office also opened the door to nearly all the maintenance closets along this particular stretch of highway. He discovered this just through idle curiosity. As she got back to her table, her husband growled, "Took you long enough! Come on, we've got 200 more miles to go." He stood up and walked out. He didn't leave a tip. He didn't hold the door for her. He must have been ten paces ahead of her. As they drove down the highway, her mind was in turmoil. The stranger was sexy, handsome and very convincing. She hadn't had any sort of affair outside her marriage although the thought constantly went through her brain. Her life was dull, sexless, lifeless and empty. Every night her husband would come home, wolf down whatever she prepared and go off to watch TV until he fell asleep in the chair. She would go off to bed and wait for him. He would not touch her, kiss her or even say "Good night or I love you." What few friends they had were nice people but dull. She attended Catholic services on Wednesday nights and Sunday by herself. She found some solace there because she was convinced that she was in love with the priest. Another hopeless dead end. And now this total stranger was offering her a wild escape, if only for a few moments. Her body was aching for the touch of a man who would want her, who would appreciate what she could do for him. She was no prude. She loved sex, especially oral sex but the last time anyone had gone down on her was back in her college days. Somehow, instinctively, she knew this bold rake would make her body sing, would touch her in places that only she knew of, would give her a moment of feeling like a whole woman. As she saw the sign for the rest stop, two miles ahead, her heart began to beat faster, her breath came in short gasps and her hands began to tremble. Did she have the guts to stop? "I think I drank too much iced tea. Can we stop up here at the rest stop for just a minute?' "For Christ sakes Barbara, we're never gonna get there if you have to take piss at every shithouse that comes along the road. Oh, fuck, ok, I'll stop but make it quick. I'll stay in the car." Her fate was sealed now. She had at least obligated herself to go inside. She walked in and there was only one other woman in the restroom. She went into a stall, lowered her panties and sat down. She didn't have to pee so she just sat there, pondering her options. She could just get up and walk out and never see this man again. She could continue her humdrum life and just live out the experience in her dreams, her fantasies. She stood up, pushed the panties into her purse and walked out. There, standing like a magnet, was the door to the maintenance closet. "He's in there. I know he is," she thought to herself. She looked around. There was no one in the lobby of the rest stop. She paused for just a moment, on the brink of a decision. Then, she suddenly turned and walked to the steel door marked "Employees Only." She pulled on the knob and the door opened. She stopped for a second in the doorway. He was in the back of the narrow room, sitting in an old office chair. There were just a couple of naked bulbs hanging from the ceiling. She jumped as the heavy door closed behind her. He immediately stood up and came to her. "I knew you would come," he said, as he wrapped his arms around her. Briefly, she stiffened at the aggressive move and then, as if a dam had broken open, she wrapped her arms around his neck and returned his kisses with equal fervor. His hands immediately went to her breasts and he squeezed them hard. She didn't even flinch. He pulled up her sweater and pushed up her bra. The nipples were hard and he lowered his head to suck on one. She leaned back on the small workbench behind her as he lavished kisses on her breasts, her chest, and her neck. He pulled at her ears. He grabbed her head in his hands and tipped it back. He fastened his lips on her throat and swabbed it with his tongue. She began to moan. Suddenly, he was pulling up her long skirt until he pushed it above her waist. She was naked now down to her socks and shoes. With one hand on her breast, pulling it into his mouth, his other hand rubbed her pussy. She was wet. She had been wet for over an hour in the car. His middle finger penetrated her. He continued sucking on her breast as he rubbed her clit over and over again. Barbara involuntarily lifted one leg which allowed him to pull out his finger and insert his thumb. His diddling finger was now coated liberally with her emissions and he rimmed her ass as his thumb continued to plunder her cunt. He thrust his finger in her anus and she shuddered. She had never been attacked this way. A million thoughts raced through her head but in front of them all was a flashing red sign that said, "Let it happen. Go ahead and come. He's making you hum like a tuning fork. Give in and let it all go." She did just that as she humped her pelvis forward into his hand. "Oh God, she cried out. Don't stop whatever you do." His lips abandoned her breast and he lowered himself to the floor. Suddenly, his thumb was replaced by his tongue. His was a long, tough, muscular tongue that thrashed violently in her cunt. He lifted one leg over his shoulder and attacked her pussy. He grabbed her hips and sucked her clit into his mouth along with the upper lips of her sex. He sucked hard on it, all the while, lashing it with the tip of his tongue. This man was a master at the art of pleasing a woman. She sucked in her breath and grabbed his head. She pulled him into her groin so tightly that he could hardly breathe. She cried out in her orgasm and released him. He suddenly stood up and with strong hands lifted her onto the work bench. He grabbed her legs and pushed them up into her chest. The bench was hard and dirty. The bottom of her spine pinched as she leaned back against the pegboard, hung with tools. They dug into her back but she was oblivious. She felt his cock pushing at her cunt and then he was inside her. He was not gentle. He banged against her with all this strength. The tools on the pegboard rattled in rhythm with his thrusts. Her eyes were closed, her mouth hung open. He grunted as he banged her. Her orgasm which had only briefly subsided, now raged again within her. Even though the closet reverberated with the constant sound of flushing toilets, she could not hear or see anything. She only felt the stranger's cock driving into her, banging against her cervix. Then, in a flash, something crossed her brain. "Don't come inside of me...she gasped,....I haven't been on the pill for years....no reason to." He did not answer her, he just kept on fucking her. "Please, she repeated, don't come in me. Are you close?" All she heard was grunts. Then he withdrew from her cunt and pushed her legs up even further. He released her right leg for a moment and then she felt his cock pushing against her ass. Before she could tell him that she had never had anal sex, he had pushed the tip of his cock past her sphincter. She let out a cry and her face wrinkled up into a wince. A sharp pain ran through her groin as he plunged in deeper, withdrew and plunged in again even further. Then he stopped, allowing her to adjust a little to his fat cock . He started once more. Again and again he sawed into her rectum, huffing and puffing at the effort. Then, to her surprise, he pulled out and plunged once more into her cunt. "Look....she managed to gasp, ....let me suck it out of you." His dick was now buried in her up to his balls. Her pleas finally got his attention and he dropped her legs. She slid off the workbench and fell to her knees, oblivious of the filthy floor. He pushed his hips towards her. She wanted more than to just avoid getting pregnant. She loved sucking cock. Her unbridled lust overtook her common sense. Ignoring the condition of his cock and where it had just been , she took him in her mouth as forcefully as he had taken her cunt. She wanted him to fuck her mouth and she told him so. He pulled her head onto his cock, back to her throat. He began to drive his cock in and in and in again. She choked and gurgled. She knew the tell-tale signs. His cock swelled slightly. She closed her lips around the cock and created a vacuum. The cock jerked and spewed rope after rope of semen into her mouth. She didn't swallow at first, she just collected his ejaculate. It was hot and salty. It had a slightly musty taste. Finally, he began to wilt and with a huge sigh he slipped from her lips. She looked up at him, playing the role of wanton slut. For the moment, she felt just like one. She closed her lips and swallowed the entire load. She rose and kissed him lightly on the lips. "Thanks for the ride and the desert." "I thought you would like it a little rough." He smiled and with the back of his hand he gently caressed her cheek. She rearranged her clothing, swept back her hair with one hand and walked towards the door. "We get off at the next exit. I don't suppose...." "No, he said, I'm heading further up the road. But I'll tell you what. Next time you pull into at a rest stop, just give the maintenance door a pull. No telling what might be waiting for you." He smiled a boyish grin as she walked out the door. She got to the car and she could tell her husband was pissed. "What the hell took you so long?" "Two of the stalls were out of order and I had to wait for a couple of women ahead of me," she lied with surprising ease. "Besides, what's the big hurry? We're just going to go to a motel and sleep. It's not as though we were a couple of horny teenagers aching to fuck out our collective brains, now is it?" Her husband said something unintelligible under his breath and sped on into the night. Barbara closed her eyes. Her cunt was still humming. It seemed as if she could still feel the stiff shaft ravishing her. A brief smile crossed her lips and she swiped her tongue around the inside of her mouth, just in case she missed a drop or two. The Truck Stop Ch. 01 Being a young truck driver's wife I spend some time on my own which I hate. I love attention and I love Clyde fucking me every time he gets home, and I often try to think up ways to entertain myself while Clyde is on the road. This often included a trip to the local truck stop and pulling the ugliest driver, taking him into the toilet, and having him fuck me hard and fast like the tramp I like to be. Clyde had been away for two days and I was as horny as usual and I started to look through my wardrobe for a tramp outfit to go to the truck stop in, just to see if there was any dirty bastard to fuck me senseless once more. All was fine until I got Clyde's rota wrong and I walked into the truck stop not realising that he had stopped in there for fuel, and saw me. He did not make himself known to me but he must have heard the men chanting, "Some guy is in luck as Clyde's little tart is up for a stuffing again." A few men laughed, as I scanned the room for a willing victim. In a booth close to the toilets was a black man I had never seen before. I ordered a drink and made my way over towards him and asked him if I could join him. He looked me up and down; I could feel him ripping my clothes off with his eyes, not just undressing me. I knew he wanted to take me right away. As I sat I looked at him he was dirty, he obviously had not showered yet, he smelt of diesel and sweat just like Clyde did when he came home, just as I liked it. Those defined abs filled his shirt, not too big but well defined muscles. When I reached under the table and felt his leg the expression on his face didn't change. I moved my hand up his thigh and still there was no reaction from him. "You want the black man?" he said in a fake Negro accent. He moved along into the booth and with his big black hand he tapped twice on the seat beside him, inviting me to sit close to him. I moved around to his side of the table and sat down. I was shaking in fear, but the same time my little pussy was dripping until I could feel the wetness in my knickers. I sat close to him, his greasy hair, full lips, and mean eyes. "So you did come to me then bitch? What? Couldn't resist the nigger then?" I kept quiet. "Ahaha, don't be scared girl. Want to feel a black cock now?" he said in this fake accent. Once again I didn't answer him but kept looking down. He grabbed my hand and put it on his cock still inside of his trousers. I pulled away but his hand forced it back down onto his monstrous shaft. "Feel it bitch; that's why you are here right?" I could feel the heat from that cock from inside his trousers. I could not hold on and started rubbing it. He put his left arm around my shoulders, with his other hand started to play with my tits. My nipples were hard as a rock at his first touch. Meanwhile I was already rubbing that cock with both hands. He took my hands off his trousers and pushed me away. "Want my dick bitch? If you do you got to ask for it." "I want it," I said without taking my eyes of that bulge. He pushed me out of my seat and pulled me into the toilets. "Ask harder!" he screamed to my face. "I want that cock!" I screamed, burning in desire. "Harder you fucking slut!" he screamed even more loudly. "I WANT THAT HUGE BLACK COCK!" I screamed in despair and attacked his trousers, pulling at them furiously. I got them undone and pulled them down, and then I got the first look at his monster that jumped out right in front of my face. I immediately took hold of it with both hands and jerked it off up and down. It was massive! I could feel the power running through his veins that ran through his black shaft. Burning in desire I opened my mouth and swallowed that black beast. "That's it bitch! Suck that cock nicely! You nasty little white, slut!" he said forcing my head down on his cock. "You want this bitch?" "Hum hum," I agreed with my mouth full. "I didn't understand you bitch!" he screamed and pulled my head up off his cock by the hair. "YES!" I screamed and went back to swallowing that delicious black piece of meat. He pushed my head down one his cock. I felt like a real slut but I didn't mind it. He started ripping at my clothes, undressing me, then touching me all over. He backed me into a toilet cubicle, sitting me down on the toilet and started to face fuck me very hard. He was stuffing that big cock all the way down my throat; all the time I was choking and spitting when ever he gave me the chance to breathe. Then he pushed me off his cock and grabbed my tits. Pulling them around his cock he tit fucked me while I sucked the big black head. He let me go and grabbed my dress that was around my waist, pulling it off with my knickers as well. Throwing them to the floor, he grabbed my hips and pulled them towards his face. I tried to balance on the toilet seat but he pulled me so fast that I hit my head on the cistern. He started licking my pussy. I had an orgasm. As soon as I did, he positioned my pussy in front of his huge cock. I felt like a rag doll with my hips in the air, my legs spread, and my feet either side of his head. He started forcing his way inside my tight little hole; when the head got in I felt my pussy ripping apart. I felt that head stretching my dripping wet little pussy. He was getting more and more of his cock inside and I could only scream in pain and pleasure. I was being stretched by that black monster cock and I loved it. With the rest of my weight being supported by my arms on the toilet, he started to fuck me. I was getting used to the size of his cock as he started fucking me harder and faster. He was calling me "bitch" and "slut". He had me held with one arm and was pounding into me; with his other hand he was choking me and I loved it. I had three orgasms in that position, then he let go of me and I fell to the floor. He turned me over and fucked me doggy style with my head above the toilet and my hair hanging down into the bowl while he spanked my arse. He said he wanted to fuck my arse but I said, "No! I've never taken anything up my arse. There is no way you are going up there with that." Without saying anything he pushed one finger in my arse while he kept slamming my soaking pussy. I rode that black pole until I couldn't support my head any more, my hand slipped off the edge of the bowl and I fell from his body landing on all fours. He spat on my arse and put only the head of his cock on my pussy to get it wet. "I said I didn't want it in the arse!" "But who asked you anything bitch?" And he started forcing his way inside my virgin little arse. In the beginning it hurt like hell! It felt like my arse was burning. But when I got used to it my arse took it all, stretching as he abused it. His black meat pounded me, and I screamed with the pain, but slowly it started to feel wonderful inside me. He groaned and grunted while he continued burying himself in my arse and I screamed too, in delight. When I started to feel his cock pulsate and him spanking me harder I understood he was about to cum. "Get on your knees bitch!" he screamed and pulled all that cock from my abused arse. I got on my knees. He made me suck his cock, I didn't want to but his hands wrapped around my head and pulled me onto his cock. The taste was awful but he did not care for my enjoyment, this was just about him, and after some seconds he exploded on my mouth. Pulling out he spurted cum on my face. My face was covered in his cum as he made me suck his cock clean. "Well done slut; you did a good job. That's it for today. I am back here next Wednesday. You will come; understood you belong to me know bitch." I didn't answer him. I was catching my breath, I felt like a real slut; I was sore and my arse was burning. He watched me take some paper towels to clean my face up. He threw my clothes at me. I got dressed as he watched. I walked back home. My pussy was sore, my arse was burning and it felt like I really needed to go to the bathroom, and I had the taste of cum in my mouth, but I was satisfied. I turned the corner to see Clyde's truck parked next to our house. Not knowing he had been at the truck stop I went in sheepishly, made my way to the bathroom and cleaned myself up before he saw what a mess I was in. The Truck Stop Ch. 01 Not that I have a girl in every port, but as a long-haul truck driver, I have met a few ladies over the years that I see once in a while when I pass through their towns. Suzy is one of these ladies. She lives in Albuquerque and I met her at a bar a couple of months ago when I had to layover one night waiting to deliver my load the next day. There's a bar across the street from the truck stop where I parked for the night. I went in just to have a couple of beers to wind down before hitting the sack. Suzy was there drinking Margaritas with a couple of girlfriends. I hadn't planned to try to pick anyone up; just watch some sports and have a couple beers. But, then she made eye contact with me and gave me one of those 'come hither' smiles. I started considering a possible change in plans. I took the chance and offered to buy her and her friends a round of drinks. They said sure and invited me to sit and we talked for awhile about the usual weather and politics. All three of them were really cute but my eyes kept lingering on Suzy. She's not a knockout beauty but more the girl next door type. I've always been a Mary Anne over Ginger guy anyway so Suzy really had my attention. She's about five foot six, nice figure and a full C cup that strained her t-shirt. Pretty soon, Suzy and I were just talking with each other and her girlfriends had wandered off to dance with other guys. I'm not much of a dancer but it is great way to move things along. A slow song started up and led her to the dance floor. We held each other close and I just sort of swayed to the music. It was obvious to Suzy that my dancing sucked but she didn't seem to mind. At least I managed to not step on her feet. The warmth from her body and the feel of her firm breasts pressed into my chest started to wake up my cock. My hands stroked up and down her back from her shoulders down to the waist of her jeans. Her hands were exploring my back as well; sometimes lightly using her fingernails. That sent shivers up my spine. I tried not to overtly press my growing bulge against her but we were so close it couldn't be helped. Then to my surprise, she lowered a hand to my ass and pulled me closer. Full contact was made and my cock came to full life. We had been cheek to cheek but then I felt her pull her head back. I looked up and we made eye contact. I could read in her eyes that she not only knew what she was doing to me but was enjoying it. Then she leaned in and gave me a kiss. As we kissed she worked her thigh against my bulge in time with music. Oh my! I think I found a live one! I let my hands drift farther down to her ass and pulled her tighter. If she wanted to feel my bulge, I'm more than happy to assist. Once I got the dry humping established, I moved my hands up her sides and lightly cupped the outsides of her breasts. Nothing obvious, just gently stroking her side. Then, I extended both my thumbs in and over her tits, rubbing her nipples. She moaned softly and her nipples came erect. We danced to a couple of songs feeling each other up, then a fast one came on. Knowing that I would definitely make a fool of myself trying to dance to that, I suggested we go back to the table. I walked close behind her to hide the bulge in my pants. As we sat side by side, she lightly ran her fingernails up and down my thigh under the table stopping just short of my cock. What a tease! We had a couple more drinks and I was trying to think of how to move this to the next level. As I tried to figure out a ploy to get into her pants, the conversation eventually got around to what we did for a living. She is a financial consultant for a big investment firm and I instantly got worried that she was way out of my league. Fearing that this may be the end of a promising evening, I swallowed hard and, as casually as I could manage, said, "I'm just a truck driver". "A truck driver? That is sooooo cool!" she exclaimed, "I've always thought that would be a great job to have. Ya'know, driving all over the place, seeing the country, meeting interesting people." I tried to hide my surprise ... and relief. "Well, that's part of it, but it's really a tough job with long hours and you're away from home a lot," I coolly answered. Then, since my luck was running so well, I took a chance and asked, "Have you ever been in a big truck before?" She answered, "No, but I'd love to see the inside of one sometime." Still not thinking she would really go with me, I hesitantly offered, "Well, my truck is parked just across the street. Would you like to see it?" You could have knocked me down with a feather when she said, "OK, let's go!" Bingo! We quickly downed our drinks, I paid the tab and she told her friends she would be back in a little while. Grabbing my hand, she almost dragged me across the street toward the truck stop. I pointed out my truck in the back row and she was clearly impressed with it. Arm in arm with her hip and breast tight against me, we walked across the parking lot. I could feel the building heat from her body. You playboys can keep your pretty little sports cars. Some girls prefer size over speed. My truck is a shiny black Peterbilt with a full size walk-in sleeper. It's hooked to fifty-three foot long refrigerated trailer loaded with produce for a local grocery distribution center. The whole rig was over seventy feet long, thirteen feet high and weighs almost 40 tons. It's definitely 'heavy metal'. I helped her up into the cab and she sat right down in the driver's seat. I went around and got into the passenger seat. "Geez, this seat is really comfortable!" she observed as she wriggled her ass down into the cushion. "Well, I have to sit there for over ten hours a day. It better be comfortable or I would be in pain pretty quickly," I pointed out. Then I instructed her to, "Reach down on the side side and push that switch up". She did and, with the sound of compressed air, the seat rose several inches. "Now push it down". Now the seat went back down almost to the floor. "Just like a carnival ride, ain't it?" I quipped. "That's pretty cool," as she bounced up and down on the air ride seat suspension. Then, staring at the crowded dash she asked, "How do you know what all these gauges and switches do?" I went through each one of them and explained their functions. Tachometer, speedometer, amp gauge, brake air pressure, intake manifold pressure, turbo boost, exhaust temperature, etc. Suzy was getting more impressed all the time. Between the two seats, the gear shift shaft comes out of the floor with a knob at about armrest height. She reached out, grabbed it and asked, as she made shifting motions, "Is this a five-speed like my car?" "Not quite", I laughed. "Its got thirteen forward gears and two reverse." Her mouth came open in awe, "Holy Shit! I could never keep track of all that. Hell, I get lost with just five gears." Her open mouth made me fantasize about great it would feel to have those lips wrapped around my cock. I forced my mind back to the present. "It just takes some training and a lot of practice. Pretty soon, you don't even think about it." I assured her. "Can I start the engine?" she asked. My first thought was "Hell No!" But then I quickly decided what the heck. If it gets me closer to getting into her pants, why not go for it? Also, the air brakes are set so she can't go anywhere. I told her to shove down the clutch pedal and showed her how to make sure the transmission was in neutral. I reached into my pocket and brought out my key. I held it out to her and, just before she could take it, I snatched it back. "You know", I teased, "I could get in a lot of trouble by letting you do this." "Oh come on ... Pleeeese?" she asked like a little girl wanting a snow cone at the fair. Her pouty mouth was making my thoughts run amok again. I made a show of trying to decide and then offered, "Well, if you give me a kiss, it might be worth the risk." Without any hesitation, she leaned over and planted a kiss right on my mouth. She gave me a little tongue to sweeten the deal. "Now, gim'me the key!" she demanded. I gave her the key and she stuck it in the ignition. But when she turned it, nothing happened. I knew it wouldn't start. I sat there and grinned while she tried it again. "What's wrong with this damned thing?" she asked. "Nothing, you just have to know the trick. Kiss me again and I'll tell you." This time her kiss had a lot more tongue in it. Nice! We're making progress. The truck has a starter button in addition to the key switch. You have to turn the key on then press the starter button next to it to crank the engine. I pointed to the button and when she pushed it, the engine roared to life. Once the engine started, it freed up the steering wheel. With the power steering now activated, she could spin the wheel with ease. She looked like a little kid with her first peddle car steering right, then left, then back. She reached over and grabbed the gear shift. Oh shit! This could be a problem if she puts it in gear. I grabbed her hand to prevent her from putting it in gear. Then she noticed the vibration. The big diesel engine was thrumming rhythmically and transferring the vibration up through the shift lever. "Oh, this feels gooooood!" she purred. "Wow, I'd love to have one of these in my bedside table." I couldn't believe what I just heard! We sat there for a moment with her hand on the vibrating shifter and my hand gently on hers. "Yeah, but this one costs about $100,000 dollars and won't run on a couple of flashlight batteries. It's a pretty expensive sex toy." "I guess you're right, it wouldn't fit in my bedroom anyway", she joked. "Rev up the engine a little", I suggested. Suzy pressed the accelerator pedal down just a bit and the vibration in the gear shifter got a faster frequency. "See, it's even a multispeed vibrator", I pointed out. "Mmmmmm" she hummed, clearly enjoying the sensation. "So, what happens when I do this?" she said as she stomped the accelerator pedal down to the floor! The engine revved up to max RPMs blowing a billow of black smoke out the stacks rocking the truck and probably waking up half the truck stop. I hollered and reached over to shut the truck down. Holy crap! That was enough of that! She sat there with a slightly startled expression. To smooth it over I explained that it's late and other truckers are trying to sleep next to us. We shouldn't be revving the engine that loud. "I'm sorry. You mad at me?" she asked. "No, but I think you owe me another kiss for that." I slid off the passenger seat and leaned over to her as she stayed in the driver's seat. We were in a perfect position for me to caress her breasts while we kissed. They were soft, full, and warm with erect nipples poking out through her thin bra. No padding needed here! After few more moments we broke the kiss and I sat back down. Suzy looked around the rest of the cab and saw the sleeper part. "Oh! You have a bed back there!" she squealed, jumped up and walked back into the sleeper. The bunk is about twin bed size and there is room enough to stand between the front seats and the bed. She sat down and bounced up and down on the bunk. Looking around and clearly impressed she said, "This is really neat; kind of like a little RV". "Yep," I replied, "A regular home away from home. I even have a small fridge, microwave oven and a TV". With a puzzled look she asked, "But how do you get any stations on the TV without cable?" "Well, I have a small antenna and can sometimes pickup a local station or two. But, mostly, I just watch movies with the DVD player." "So, what movies do you have?", she asked. I opened a cabinet which I kept well stocked with movies to occupy my downtime while waiting to load or unload. She fingered though my collection of action and war movies and gave me a disappointed look, "These are just guy movies; you got any chick flicks in here?" I said "Nope, sorry, not my thing" and then decided to continue to press my luck, "but, if you're interested, I do have some porn movies". That brightened her right up. "So, is that what you use to jack-off with when you're out on the road all alone?" she asked mischievously. She gets right to the point! A little embarrassed now I replied, "Uhhh, well, yeah. I guess you figured out my dirty little secret." "Nothing to be embarrassed about" she cooed. "I like to masturbate to porn sometimes too when I can't get the real thing. I guess that's why I like your shifter so much." This is getting more interesting all the time. "So, let's see your selection," she suggested. I opened another cabinet and showed her my special stash. She fingered through them and picked one with two girls and a guy on the cover. She handed it to me saying, "This one looks good, put it in." Totally at a loss for words, "Cool", was all I could think to say as I slid the movie into the player. Not knowing how far Suzy wanted to take this, I suggested that I should close the privacy curtain that covers the side door windows and the windshield. "That would probably be a good idea," she said with a grin. I slid the curtain around on its track blocking any view from the outside and I sat back on the bunk with her as the movie started to play. I don't remember now what the movie was about because, right away during the first fuck scene, she started kissing me. That got things going and I slowly moved a hand to cup one of her breasts. She didn't stop me so I started massaging it through her thin t-shirt and bra and I gently pinched her stiff nipples. Her lips parted just a bit and her tongue entered my mouth. The moment was electric as our tongues danced. I inhaled her hot sweet breath and could taste the margarita. I moved my hand up under her shirt and fondled her tit through her silky bra. I have a little bit of a lingerie fetish and this was doing great things for me. I was still wondering just how far she wanted to go when I felt her hand on my knee. It rested there a moment then slid up higher. Very slowly, with her fingernails digging into my thigh every inch or so, she finally rested it on the full grown bulge in my pants. Exploring a little more, she wrapped her fingers around hard shaft and gave me a squeeze. Game on! We quickly got all tangled up as we furiously unbuttoned buttons, unsnapped snaps and unzipped zippers. Soon we were both naked and in a sixty-nine position with her on top. Her shaved pussy was delicious as she pressed onto my face and her juices were already flowing buckets. Her hot mouth on my cock was wonderful and she had a very talented tongue. She must have really been ready because she quickly climaxed with my attentions on her pussy and clit. I was struggling to not cum too soon myself not wanting the night to end too soon. Before I hit the point of no return, I reluctantly pulled Suzy off of me and changed around to the missionary position. Although this is the most basic position, it's my favorite. I love to look into a lady's face as she's being fucked. I also love to kiss while I'm fucking. I teased her by letting my shaft just rub up and down cleft and over her clit. I also needed to let my impending climax settle down some more. But she wanted to fuck. She reached down between our bodies and guided me into her. I slid in only an inch or so and back out. Then two inches and back out. She moaned and thrust up to me. I got the message and impaled her up to the hilt. She arched her back and let out another moan. We got into a rhythm and it only took a short time of steady pumping before she was cumming again; bucking like a bronco. As much as I tried to think about baseball or my mean boss or anything else to hold back the inevitable, the urge could no longer be held back. I told her I was ready to cum and, assuming that she would not want me to cum inside her, pulled out. "No!" she panted as she grabbed my ass and thrust her hips up to me. "I want you in me!" she demanded. That works for me! I pumped for all I was worth and shot my load deep in her pussy. The warmth of my semen and the extra lube it provided made it all feel so good. She bit hard on my neck and dug her nails in my back as we came together. Her spasms coursed though us in wave after wave and I kept up my stoking pace for another minute or so until finally my erection faded. I collapsed beside her and we kissed as we caught our breath and our heart rates came back down to normal. Suzy finally looked at her watch and said, "Damn, my friends probably think you kidnapped me and we're half way to Flagstaff by now". We quickly collected ourselves, got dressed and started back toward the bar. As we walked across the truck stop parking lot a security officer came up in a golf cart and, in an overly officious tone, informed us,"She can't be on the property." Stunned, I asked, "Why not?" "Because we don't allow lot lizards at this truck stop", he replied staring at Suzy with a learing glare. That really pissed me off. I got right in his face with my finger an inch from his nose. "This lady is a friend of mine and not a lot lizard. Now, if you don't back off, you little prick, I'm going to shove that night stick right up your ass!" He sat there with his mouth open and started to apologize. I ignored his apology and took Suzy's arm and continued back toward the bar. Obviously shaken and a little confused, she asked, "What was that all about ... and what the Hell is a lot lizard?" "That's what the truck stop prostitutes are called, I explained. "I don't know where the name came from but that's what they're called. Most truck stops have several that hang around and knock on the truck doors soliciting their services. But, most of them, I wouldn't touch with someone else's ten foot pole. They're usually nasty crack whores and many drivers even have stickers on the driver's side window with a picture of a lizard with a no sign across it. The better truck stops try to keep them out." "Well, I'm sure glad you defended my honor back there", she said as she held me tight. We got back in the bar and rejoined her girlfriends. You could tell by their grins they knew what we had been up to. She told them about our encounter with the security guard and regaled them with her new knowledge all about lot lizards. Her girlfriends got really interested also and they quizzed me all about it. They wanted to know how much they charge. I told them that I have never used one but you hear drivers talk about them on the CB radio. Some lizards even advertise on the CB. Just a quick blow-job usually costs $20 bucks or so. For a quickie fuck it runs around $50. I've heard the really good lizards get up to $100. Some trade for dope or a ride somewhere else. They were all fascinated by all this asked several more questions. I answered as well as my limited knowledge allowed. Lot lizards are just a nuisance as far as I'm concerned and I never gave them much thought. I had one more drink then told them I had to get back to the truck and get some rest. By law, I can't drink alcohol within eight hours of driving and it was time to quit drinking and go to sleep. I had a mid-morning delivery scheduled the next day then a long drive to Phoenix with my next load. Suzy and I exchanged phone numbers and email addresses and we kissed goodnight. "I hope we can get together again next time I'm through town," I said hopefully. In her sexy, teasing voice she said, "Just give me a day or two's notice and I'll see if I can find the time. I would hate for you to have to settle for one of those nasty lot lizards." I could never have dreamed just how great my next visit would turn out. The story continues and gets hotter in Part 2. The Truck Stop Ch. 02 Suzy and I kept in touch by email for the next month or so and finally I got another delivery to Albuquerque. I let Suzy know when I was going to be there and we made a date to meet at the same bar across from the truck stop. I violated several speed limits for a couple of days so I could get to Albuquerque ahead of schedule to have time enough for a nice evening with Suzy. I offered to get a motel room for us so we could be more comfortable but she said, "No, I really like your truck. And, I have something special planned," she teased. So, I got to town in the late afternoon with time enough to wash the truck and straighten up the inside. I washed some clothes and the bedding at the driver's laundry in the truck stop and then took a nice long shower. I re-made the bunk with the fresh linens and even pre-loaded a porno in the DVD player. Then it was time to meet Suzy across the street. I was a little early and Suzy was a little late. I took a booth in the back facing the door and had a nice tall draught in front of me. I tried to keep an eye on the door for Suzy but got distracted for a moment by the nearby pool game. Then a hush came over the crowd. All the din of conversation and movement had just stopped. The pool game paused and the players looked toward the door. I looked around to see what was happening and saw Suzy. She was standing in the doorway and everyone was staring at her. Most of the men had their mouths agape. It was like John Wayne walking through the swinging doors of the saloon and the piano player stops playing and all the bad guys are scared stiff. She was wearing a flaming red satin dress with the hem to her knees and a slit up the side to her waist. The dress was cinched at the waist by a wide black patent leather belt and the top was cut low. Way low! So low that her gorgeous breasts were bulging out of the top her lacy black push-up bra that was also visible. She had seamed black nylons on her shapely legs and red high heeled 'come-fuck-me' stilettos. The top of a stocking and her black garter belt was visible through the slit in her skirt. Her red hair was done up high with ringlet curls dripping down, framing the sides of her face. Her make-up was overdone but not trashy; sort of theatrical. Her glossy red lips were plump, wet and matched her shoe color. She stood there a moment looking around for me. I stood up and waved to her. She finally saw me and with the sexiest smile on her face, she slowly walked across the stunned barroom like she was on a fashion show runway. I didn't know whether to shit or go blind. I couldn't believe how sexy she looked and, more importantly, I couldn't believe she was there to be with me. I was standing there with my legs going weak as she came up to me. Suzy wrapped her arms around my neck, pressed all of her beautiful body against mine and kissed me full on the lips. I thought it would be just a quick Hello peck but she held it. We kissed long and deep. Her tongue pushed through my lips and entered my mouth. Our tongues danced for what seemed like ages. A knee pushed between mine and her thigh pressed against my instant erection. Her red painted fingernails scratched tracks around on my back. Finally, she broke the kiss, looked me in eye and said, "Hi there Trucker, did you order a Lot Lizard?" "Yeah ... sure ... I guess I did." Needless to say, I was stunned. The last time I met Suzy here, she was in just jeans and a t-shirt. Nothing fancy like this. Now she struts in looking so hot the whole place had their tongues on the floor as they stared at her. We finally sat down in the booth with her on the inside and me beside her. As I slid in, she stayed right up against me so our thighs were pressed tightly together. Her hand rested on the inside of my thigh under the table. Still somewhat speechless, I stammered, "Y-y-y-you want something t-t-to drink?" She said she would like a frozen Margarita. The waitress was already heading our way, no doubt to get a closer look at Suzy. I ordered her Margarita and another beer for me. The waitress lingered for a long moment looking Suzy over and then turned and walked away. I looked back at Suzy and my eyes dropped to her cleavage. He round melons looked like they were about to jump up out of her bra. I noticed the bra had a little red satin bow right in the middle of her cleavage. Nice touch! All I could say was, "Wow, you look great ... Sooo, what's going on with fancy get up?" "Don't you like it?" she asked with a pout on her lips. "No! ..... I mean ... Yes! I love it. You're beautiful. It's just I'm surprised that you got all dolled up just to meet me here." "Well," she explained, "after our last episode across at the truck stop when that rent-a-cop accused me of being a lot lizard, I just couldn't get the thought out of my head. The more I thought about it, the more intrigued I got. I've thought about it so much now it's become a fantasy I want to fulfill. I want to be your lot lizard for the night." If I was stunned before, I was dumbfounded now. I had never even had the desire to have sex with a lot lizard, but then again, I had never seen one as sexy as Suzy was now. A different waitress delivered our drinks. I think this one wanted a closer look at Suzy also. I took a big gulp of my beer to help settle me down then told Suzy, "You're a bit overdressed for the part, but you can be my lot lizard anytime you want." She said, "So, how do the lizards do this?" "Well I don't really know, I've never screwed one before but, I know they usually have several Johns each day and probably don't sit around the bar like this wasting time." With that, she gulped down her Margarita and started bumping me out of the booth. "Then let's get to your truck and get down to business, the night is wasting away and I got more truckers waiting for my services." I dropped some bills on the table leaving half my beer sitting there and we walked through the barroom arm in arm. I walked a little awkwardly at first trying to hide the bulge in my pants but then thought, "Fuck it .... let 'em see it." Then I added a little bit of strut in my step. Suzy had a little trouble walking in her stiletto heels across the street and on the rough asphalt of the truck stop. I don't think she's worn them before. She must have been planning this little fantasy for a while to go to the trouble of putting this outfit together and buying new shoes. As we started to walk between the other parked trucks, we heard a few whistles from some of the drivers. I looked around and several of the drivers who were sitting in their trucks were starring at us like the bar patrons had before. Then one of them blasted his big truck air horn. Then another. Then several more picked up on it. I tried to walk faster toward my truck in the back row but Suzy held me back. She just walked with her head up at a nice slow pace. She was really enjoying all the attention. I was worried the rent-a-cop would show up and I would have deal with him again. But we just continued across the lot as the truckers whistled and honked at Suzy. Fortunately, we finally got to my truck without running into the security guard. I opened the door and tried to figure out how to get Suzy up in the truck in her outfit and high heels. I guess she had thought about that also as she kicked off her shoes, then put one stocking covered foot on the first step and told me to boost her up. The only place to boost her up was her ass which she had invitingly stuck out for me. I put both hands on her ass cheeks and lifted. The feel of the satin over her butt was sensational. I had a full double handful of ass as she went up the steps. When she got to the top step I looked up and got a great view of her bare thighs above the stocking tops and her panties above them. Standing there on the top step, she paused for just a moment, looked down at me and spread her legs as wide as the step would allow. She obviously knew where I was looking and just stood there letting me enjoy the view. Then with a great big smile on her face in a sultry voice she asked, "Hon, would you be a dear and get my shoes for me"? Suzy climbed on through the passenger door and I bent over to pick up her stilettos. As I stood up, I turned and glanced up at the truck parked next to mine. A big burley driver was sitting there staring at Suzy. Then he looked at me and his expression was that of a starving man watching someone else about to eat a big T-bone steak. I instinctively said, "How ya' doin'?" "Not near as good as you! Looks like you're going to have a good time tonight," he replied. "I hope so," was all I could think of saying as I shut the door, walked to the other side of the truck and climbed in. I got into the driver's seat but Suzy was not in the passenger seat where she had just climbed in. I looked over my shoulder and there she was. Already in the far corner on the bunk with her head and shoulders propped up on my pillows. "Trucker, don't just sit up there, I got a job to do and not much time to do it." I quickly locked the doors and almost tore the front curtains down trying to get them closed across the windshield. But before I got them completely closed, I noticed the security guard drive by in his golf cart in front of my truck. He seemed to be looking for someone. Hmmm ... I wonder who? I got the curtains secured and went to the sleeper. "Uhhh? Do you want to watch another porno?" "Nope, we're going to make our own porno right here so just play us some music," she purred. I put my favorite Willie Nelson CD in the dashboard player and stood facing her. I was standing in the space between the backs of the seats and bunk in the sleeper. I just wanted to stare at her, taking it all in. The red satin dress, black nylon stockings, garter belt, lace bra and the most gorgeous face to have ever graced the inside of my truck. I decided to take charge of the situation. She wants to be treated like a whore so here goes. I handed the shoes to her and told her to put them back on. Then I told her to spread her legs apart some. She spread her legs until I could see up her skirt to the dark stocking tops. "Pull your dress up," I ordered. She pulled her hem up until her bare thighs were showing above her stockings. The elastic satin straps of her black garter belt were now visible. There were little red ribbon bows on the stocking clips. "Higher," I commanded. Suzy lifted her ass just a bit and pulled her dress above her butt and up to her waist. In the process she let her legs close back up. "Spread you legs back open!" I demanded. Suzy spread her legs out wide and now I could see her panty covered pussy. Her panties were black silk and see through. Ohhhh Myyy!! There was another matching little red bow at the top. Damn! She bought a whole set of matching lingerie for this little show of hers. I could just make out her shaved swollen pussy lips through the tight thin fabric. Back to the act, "You must make pretty good money out here whoring to buy such expensive lingerie like that." "I do alright most nights," she replied. Then I told her to rub her pussy for me. She put a hand down to her pussy and started lightly running two fingers up and down her panties. "Rub it harder," She pressed harder and the silk slid up into her pussy crack. Just then, a darker area formed on the black silk. She was already getting wet! Her eyes were starting to close and she leaned her head back into the pillows. "Do you feel how wet you're getting?" "Yes," she panted. "Push deeper. Get those panties wetter." She was rubbing fast and hard now. The panty crotch was almost all the way inside her pussy lips. Her nectar was glistening on her fingers now. "Put your fingers in your mouth and taste it." She brought her hand up and slid two fingers into her mouth and sucked them. "Do you like your taste?" I asked. "Yes," breathy, barely audible. "Play with yourself some more," I ordered. Suzy put her hand back down and again fingered her pussy through her panties. "No," I said, "put your hand inside your panties now and finger fuck yourself." She slipped her hand under the little bow on the elastic waist band and as her fingers reached her pussy, the fabric slid out of her labia lips. The panties were really soaked now. I could smell her fragrance. A musky aroma mixed with her perfume. Her sexual scent was filling the small interior of the truck. It was making my head spin. I hope it lingers after she's gone. Unable to resist anymore, I started to rub my cock through my jeans while I watched Suzy finger her pussy. She was obviously enjoying herself and was rubbing faster. "Give me a taste of that," I said. She brought her dripping fingers up and I bent down to suck them into my mouth. I sucked and licked her fingers like a candy cane, savoring every drop. She put her hand back into her panties and her fingers were working on her clit now. Her hips were gyrating and matching the rhythm of her hand. Her other hand had roamed to her breast and she was squeezing it. "Put your hand inside your bra and play with your nipple." She did and I could see her pinching her nipple under the bra. I could now see that she was already close to cumming. I continued to encourage her to finger fuck herself and squeeze her tits. She pulled down the front of her dress and slipped her bra straps off her shoulders. Then she pulled down the bra cups and her gorgeous breasts bounced out. The brown nipples were erect as she continued to rub and pinch them. I was rubbing myself through my jeans and really enjoying the sight of this lovely lady masturbating for me. The pace of her fingers working on her clit quickened and she arched her back and her climax neared. Every muscle seemed to tense as spasms coursed through her body and she moaned loudly. I'm sure the guy in the next truck could hear her. I didn't care. Maybe it will give him something to think about when he jacks off tonight. As her orgasm subsided I smiled at her and said, "Well, that's a little strange." "What's so strange?" she asked. "You just had an orgasm. I thought prostitutes never have an orgasm with a John," I said with a sly grin. "Damn you! You just messed up my fantasy!" I thought I had just fucked up and now she's pissed. Then her smile came back. "Come here!" she ordered. She sat up on the edge of the bunk, grabbed me by the belt and pulled me to her. I was still standing and she unbuckled my belt, lowered my zipper and pulled my pants down to my knees. The underwear came next and my hard cock sprang out in front of her face. No teasing, no licking, no hesitation, she just took my cock into her mouth all way to her throat. One hand cupped my balls and her other hand stroked my shaft. She may not be an experienced whore in real life but she sure was experienced at sucking cock. She worked on me like a pro. She pulled it out of her mouth and spit on it for more lubrication. She jacked me a few strokes then back into her mouth. Suzy knew just the right moments to gently squeeze my balls. She would pull her mouth back off my cock and let one string of saliva stretch back from her lips. Then she would suck it back in as she went down on me again. Damn, that's such a turn on. She must have known when I was getting close to cumming because she would bring me right to the brink and back off. She squeezed my shaft hard without stroking while sucking and licking my balls letting the near orgasm recede. Then she continued to stroke and suck me some more. Again, almost to the point of no return and then she stopped again. Ohhh Yeahhh! She definitely knew what she was doing. And then, every man's dream come true. She looked up at me and said, "I want you to cum in my mouth. You want to do that for me don't you?" "Hell Yeah!" Her mouth came back down on my throbbing cock and with only a few more fast strokes, I was on the brink again. I told her I was about to cum and instead of stopping this time, she went faster. Sucking hard and stroking me faster. Her other hand squeezed my balls until they hurt so good. My hot cum gushed into her mouth and she didn't miss a stroke. She continued pumping me into her mouth with globs of cum leaking out around my shaft and dripping down her chin. Once Suzy was sure she had milked me completely dry, she release my cock from her mouth and with her fingers, gathered all extra drops from her chin. Looking me in the eye, she stuck her wet fingers into her mouth sucking loudly until she had finished every last drop. She returned to my deflating cock and licked up final drop of semen that was still clinging to the head. As she flicked the tip of her tongue on the tip she said, "Trucker, we need to get on to the fucking now. Times a wasting and my time is expensive." Knowing that I needed some recovery time I said, "No, I want to eat some pussy first. You will just have to make some overtime tonight." I reached down, took her hands and helped her stand up in front of me. I unbuckled her sexy black belt and then reached behind and lowered the zipper on the back of her dress. The satin fell with a soft rustle onto the floor of the truck. Again, I reached around her and unhooked her bra. It fell to join the satin dress on the floor. The panties were next. I knelt down in front her with my face at the level of her pussy. I hooked my fingers under the elastic waist band and slowly slid them off. She had put them on over her garters for easy removal. What a pro! As they reached her ankles, she placed a hand on my shoulder for balance and lifted one foot, then the other, for me to ease them over her stilettos. I brought the panties up to my face and noisily inhaled, savoring the stimulating scent her pussy. Then they too joined the pile of satin, silk, nylon and lace on the floor of my truck, I couldn't help but appreciate the contrast of the scene. Expensive, feminine, dainty lingerie piled on the rubber mat floor of big, work every day, semi-truck. I stood and my clothes quickly joined hers on the floor and my eyes slowly took in the whole lovely view. The red stilettos, the full-fashion seamed stockings and black lace garter belt with the little red bows. My lingerie fetish was getting its fill tonight. Suzy was still standing as I knelt back down and pressed my face up to her shaven pussy, still wet with her glistening honey. I buried my face further in and inhaled the perfume. She spread her legs wider to give me more access. My tongue shot forward into her slit and gathered some nectar to my mouth. The taste was intoxicating. I felt her knees shake a little then she sat back on the bunk. Still kneeling on the floor, I grabbed both of her knees and spread her thighs apart. Her labia was plumped and opening like a flower. Her little button of a clit was starting to peek out from under its protective hood. Again, I nuzzled my face into her pussy. I explored her vagina as far in as I could with my tongue. Then up to her clit. Softly around it, just teasing, flicking, and lightly licking it. I inserted two fingers into her pussy and stroked in and out. Getting progressively faster. I curled them up to caress her G Spot. That brought out a moan from her. With my other hand, I reached up and squeezed a breast. I found a nipple and gently pinched it. Another loud moan. I pinched harder. Suzy put her stockinged legs over my shoulders and lifted her hips off the bunk to press her pussy hard to my mouth. I increased my finger fucking still pressing upward to stimulate her G Spot. My tongue worked more on her clit. It was fully erect and exposed between the open lips of her labia. With my tongue flattened out, I pressed hard on her clit and licked up down. Her louder moans told me I was doing good things to her. I noisily sucked on her clit still finger fucking her pussy. Grabbing behind my head, she pulled my face into her and I felt her body tighten up. She arched her back higher as her climax built up like an earthquake and tremors reverberated through her body. Her juices started squirting out of her pussy, onto my chin, down my fingers and over my hand. Her vagina was throbbing with its own rhythm. Her thighs had my head in a vice and the sides of her pussy were squeezing my fingers until I thought they might break. She arched her back and let the spasms wash over her. She was moaning incessantly now and I was sure the entire truck stop could hear her.