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Daddy's Little Girl Pt. 02

By: SubmissiveRomantic



Edited by Michael-Leonard

Chapter 1

Bill stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame, as he watched her finish her final set. He was always amazed at how easy she made it look. Even from across the room he could tell that she had a forty-five pound plate, two twenty-five pounders, and a ten pounder on each side of the bar. Including the weight of the bar, she was lifting two hundred and thirty five pounds for her twelfth and final rep. He could feel the blood pulsing into his cock as he watched her stand up and turn to inspect her reflection in the full-length mirror on the wall next to the bench. Long ago she had made it a habit of working out in the nude. At six feet two inches tall and one hundred eighty five pounds, she was an amazing physical specimen; with broad shoulders, a forty-eight inch chest, twenty-four inch waist and thirty-four inch hips, there was not an ounce of fat on her. She brought her arms up into a double bicep pose, expanded her chest and flexed every muscle in her body. Her skin was flawless; alabaster in color, resembling white marble. Only her arms were bronzed from the harsh Arizona sun. Bill knew from experience that although she resembled a statue of a Greek warrior sculptured by one of the renaissance masters, her skin was soft, warm and supple, stretched tightly over her muscular frame.

"Not bad for an old broad of forty-three," she said with a smile. "I see you agree,"

Bill shifted his gaze from her magnificent body to her reflected face in the mirror and returned her smile and blew her a kiss.

Gail turned and slowly walked towards him like a big cat on the prowl. With her left hand she held his head as she bent down and gave him a very sensual kiss; her right hand sought out his erection. After several playful squeezes, she ended the kiss and led him down the hall.

"I really need a shower," she said, "You can do my back." Bill was only too happy to comply. 

When they reached the bathroom, Gail pulled out two towels and two washcloths from the closet. They stepped into the shower, closed the door and turned on the water. In Arizona, especially in the summer, there is no shortage of hot water; in fact many times you never turn it on. The temperature was perfect as Gail stood under the shower, the water cascading over her head on down her body. She turned slowly, making sure she was completely wet, then reached for the two washcloths and the soap. She soaped up her cloth and handed the other and the soap to Bill. Bill had done this many times before and knew the routine. He soaped up his washcloth and proceeded to scrub her back as hard as he could. It was a combination massage and exfoliating rubdown: easing the tension in her muscles, removing the dead skin, and stimulating the blood flow. They went through this almost every time she returned from one of her cross-country runs as part of their extended foreplay before retiring to their king-sized bed. When he finished her back he dropped to his knees and continued down one leg and up the other until all that remained to be done was her magnificent butt. Discarding the washcloth he put a liberal amount of soap in his hands and starting with her cheeks, slowly and sensually massaged her, marveling at the hardness of her body. He slipped one hand between her legs and caressed her pussy as she spread her legs to give him better access. Bill teased her clit the way he knew she loved and slowly brought his hand back up between her cheeks, making sure she was extra clean. When he was finished he kissed each of her cheeks and stood behind her, nibbling on her back and shoulders as his hands sought out and found her breasts. Bill's cock was rock hard and nestled between her thighs as he pinched and twisted her nipples. Gail let out a low moan and shuttered as her first orgasm traveled through her body.

"I missed you so much. I couldn't wait to get home."

"I missed you too. Don't you wish it could be like the first time we met; traveling across the country together, making love where and when we wanted?"

"Yes, I really miss those days. Too bad you have to work here."

She shut the water, turned, gave him a toe-curling kiss, opened the door and handed him a towel. They dried each other off, and after drying his hair, Bill headed for the bedroom, while Gail finished doing the things that women do before going to bed.

Bill lay in the middle of the large bed, only a sheet covering his body, thinking about their previous conversation. 'I really do miss those days, driving with her on her cross-country runs. Eight or nine days is a long time to be alone, without the woman that you adore. I wonder.........'

He was still deep in thought when she entered the room. The scent of her musk-oil perfume brought him back to the present and, like one of Pavlov's dogs, he immediately responded to her. She always wore her perfume to bed when she was particularly horny and Bill knew he was in for a very pleasurable, albeit exhausting, evening. Even after nearly ten years of marriage their love-making was anything but routine. 

Gail pulled back the sheet and gazed down at his sleek, compact body. At five feet six inches tall, he was an almost petite young man nearly ten years her junior. Now after ten years under her careful tutelage, he had developed into a hard body. His muscles, though nowhere nearly as large and powerful as her own, were clearly defined and very pleasing to the eye. As she climbed onto the bed, her gaze shifted to the "muscle" of her desire; his seven-plus inches was pulsating and twitching in sync with the beating of his heart. She took it into her hand and almost reverently began to gently stroke and plant tiny kisses on the tip and along its length. Bill began to moan in response to the pleasure she was giving him, lifting his butt off the bed in an attempt to intensify the feelings even more.

"Patience my love, we have all night and I intend to make the most of it." 

Bill reached up between her thighs and quickly inserted two fingers into her. She was already dripping with desire and after only few moments, shifted around and settled herself over his glistening cock. 

"You little devil you," she hissed as she engulfed him and began to ride him slowly. Gail leaned forward, taking his wrists into her powerful hands. She pulled his arms over his head and held him, taking complete control of the pace of their lovemaking.

Bill gazed up at her; wanting to kiss her or to fondle her breasts, but he knew he was powerless to do anything unless she allowed him to. He tried his hardest to fight her control, because that's what they both wanted; she to be completely dominant over him, him to be completely helpless and at her loving mercy. He could feel his orgasm approaching, and started to thrust up into her. 

"Not yet; patience, my dear" she whispered as she forced herself down over him and held him tightly to the bed and clenched internally around his helpless cock, causing him some discomfort and forcing back his release. When she felt that his climax had been averted she leaned over him and began to kiss him, their tongues dueling for supremacy. Gail broke the kiss and teased him -- offering first one of her breasts, then the other -- but keeping them just out of reach of his lips, only his tongue able to caress her extended nipples, while she began once again to ride his now overly stimulated cock. She increased the tempo and the intensity as she traveled up and down his length until she could feel her approaching orgasm. Sitting up, she pulled his head to her breast and ground her pussy against his body, stimulating her clit. Her orgasm hit her hard just as she felt Bill's cock begin to throb as spurt after spurt filled her. They held each other tightly as wave after wave of pleasure washed over their bodies, then after a couple of minutes collapsed onto the bed temporarily sated.

"Wow, I love it when you get home," Bill finally managed to exclaim, as he slowly recuperated while staring up at the ceiling above. "It's almost worth the loneliness I feel when we're apart." Then he closed his eyes and drifted off for a short nap.

"Rest up my love," she whispered as she gazed down on his sleeping face. "The night has just begun."

Chapter 2

Bill was thankful that he had scheduled the following day as a vacation day because he got very little sleep the night before. He was alone in bed; apparently Gail was already up and had started her day. He got out of bed and after a brief stop in the bathroom, headed to the kitchen and the smell of freshly- made coffee.

"There you are sleepyhead; it's about time you got up. Half the day's gone by already." 

She laughed as she stood up and took a mug out of the cabinet and poured him some coffee.

"Sit and I'll get your breakfast."

Bill glanced at the kitchen clock as he plopped down in his chair. 'It's only nine o'clock; where does she get all this energy? I'll bet she's already done the laundry and her workout.'

Gail placed a big plate of scrambled eggs and a couple of strips of bacon in front of him saying, "You'd better load up on the protein; we have to build up your strength. I've only got a couple of days before I have to take another trailer load back east and I don't want to waste a minute."

He closed his eyes and a chill ran down his spine as he prayed, 'I hope, dear God, that she doesn't kill me.'

For the next three days, they settled into a more normal pace for a married couple. They did all the normal things: did some shopping, cleaned up around the house, and even had time after he got home from work on Friday to take a ride on their Harleys out into the desert; Gail on her vintage Electra Glide and Bill on his newly-acquired Iron 883 Sportster. Each night they settled into bed and made love as if it were their last night on earth.

All too soon however, Gail had to go back out on the road and Bill settled back into his job. Bill worked as a researcher for a large agro-company in the field of genetic engineering. His goal was to increase food production using less water. He enjoyed his work but disliked his boss and his boss's boss. It seemed that whatever breakthroughs he made, they always got the recognition and the accolades from corporate headquarters. Although he was paid well, and the company offered excellent benefits, including a 401K with a 100% match and a separate profit sharing plan as well, he felt that his bosses placed undue pressure on him to make more and more discoveries. He came home that night to an empty house, warmed up one of the frozen meals that they had made together, and felt sorry for himself, counting the days until her return.

One evening, as he sat at his desk paying a couple of bills after a particularly disappointing day, he suddenly remembered their conversation about their time on the road together. With a renewed sense of purpose he began reviewing their financial situation. He put together a budget determining what they normally spent in a year and, even allowing for an extraordinary amount of frills, he discovered that they could live very comfortably on Gail's salary alone. Their house was paid for, the taxes were low, and their monthly living expenses for utilities, insurance, food and gas were far less than her take home pay, even allowing for repairs to the truck and the extra income tax burden that two salaries required. Bill then looked at what they had saved and invested in the last ten years, including his latest statements from his retirement plans; they could live very nicely in their retirement years, assuming that they both could eventually receive social security benefits to supplement their savings. With this knowledge, he retired for the evening and planned for the day that he could rejoin her out on the road. 

The next morning on his way to work in the northeast part of the valley, he was passed by a speeding eighteen-wheeler as he traveled north on Route 17. It wasn't the truck itself that caught his attention, but rather the message written on the trailer. The advertisement was for a truck driving school. "Start on the path to a new career. Learn to drive a truck like this." 

'That's it!' he thought, 'I'll learn to drive her truck, get my operator's license, and go out on the road with her, just like she did with her father.' He had to speed up to get the telephone number and almost missed his exit, before he could memorize it. That afternoon, when everyone else was out at lunch, he made the call that was going to change his life forever. He made arrangements to meet with the owner of the company later that evening on the way home from work. Bill explained what he wanted to do and they set up a schedule that would coincide with Gail's time out on the road.

His instructor was very helpful and understanding, scheduling evening and weekend lessons, and after two months of intense training Bill qualified for his operator's license. He was more proud of this accomplishment than he was of his research. With license in hand he now had to plan just how he was going to surprise Gail and how he was going to stick it to his overbearing and obnoxious boss.

It was early fall, the nicest time of the year in the valley as far as Bill was concerned. His company had announced plans for a family picnic scheduled for the upcoming weekend. As luck would have it, Gail was scheduled to be home that weekend and they both were excited about it. For Gail, it was the first time that she would get to meet the people that Bill worked for and their families. For Bill it was a chance to show off the woman he adored to the people he worked for. The flyer that was handed out to all employees said that there would be softball, horseshoes, games for kids and grownups, great food and plenty of adult beverages, and that there was even a large swimming pool for their use as well.

Saturday morning Bill and Gail packed a gym bag with their bathing suits, towels and extra set of clothes and a large blanket in the back of the El Camino and headed to the private club where the party was to be held. When they arrived Bill introduced Gail to some of his lab assistants and their families. They were all happy to finally meet the woman that Bill was always talking about. Although she was bigger than everyone she met, they made her feel perfectly at ease and she absolutely loved being with and playing with their kids. It was a different story when it came to meeting the executives and their families, especially Bill's boss and his fat, stuck up wife and kids. They made her feel like she used to feel about herself: inferior and uneducated. When Bill realized the effect they were having on her, he quietly excused them both and practically dragged her back to the other side of the area, back to the where he knew she was comfortable and would be among friends.

"Don't worry about those snobs, they're all phonies; they're all back stabbing weasels who only think about themselves. These are the real people; these are the ones that matter."

"But Bill, don't you need to socialize with them for the sake of your career?"

"No, that's the last thing I want to do. I never want to be associated with the likes of them."

They walked over to the ball field where a softball game was starting. It was a battle of the sexes, with woman and girls on one team and the boys and the men on the other. The female team cheered as Gail asked if she could play. Bill went out into the outfield and mostly hid. Growing up he was not into sports and had never played softball. He found out later that Gail was an outstanding athlete growing up and had played softball in high school. Even from far out in the outfield Bill could not miss the fact that Gail was coming to bat. The pitcher took one look at her and turned and waved everyone to move back, then turned to pitch to her. She took a full swing at the first pitch and missed it badly; she also missed the second pitch. The pitcher turned around and waved his outfielders back in a little; then threw his next pitch. Bill saw Gail swing, heard the distinctive sound of the ball being hit solidly by the metal bat, and watched as the ball sailed high and far over his head. He turned and started to run but soon ran out of room as he approached the fence surrounding the tennis courts. Luckily no one was playing tennis at the time because the ball landed in the middle of the furthest court and then bounced over the far side fence. Bill looked up and saw a sign at the top of the fence; it read 350 feet. He turned in time to see his wife gliding around second and heading for third, then ran around the tennis courts to retrieve the ball without any hope of stopping her from scoring.

The game continued for over an hour. Gail hit another home run and Bill surprised himself by not striking out. In fact he hit the ball a lot harder than he thought he would. Finally, the game was declared a tie when someone realized that no one was keeping score. Everyone returned to their picnic tables and blankets, retrieved their bathing suits and towels and headed for the bath houses. Bill changed quickly and went back outside. He was anxious to catch the reaction of the rest of the group when they saw Gail in her bathing suit for the first time. He watched as she exited the bath house. She was wearing a large tee shirt over her relatively modest two-piece bathing suit. Some of the men already seemed a little on edge as she approached the group. Some of them were in pretty good shape, others were overweight never having done a lot of exercise as kids, and the wives were also a mixture of various shapes and sizes. All the kids ran directly into the pool, followed by their parents. Gail and Bill seemed to be the only grownups without kids. 

They walked up to the pool, taking off their shirts and placing them on two of the lounge chairs. Bill was buff enough that he garnered his share of looks from the females in the group, but it was Gail that attracted most of the attention. Bill couldn't help but feel proud of his muscular wife as she slowly walked into the pool. When she was in deep enough she dove into the water and swam the length of the pool, turned and swam back to where he was standing waist deep in the water. Bill chuckled to himself as he saw several men get poked in the shoulder by their spouses as they stood staring at her, water dripping down her body. Bill couldn't blame them; how often do you get to see a six foot two inch extremely muscular woman standing nearly naked in a swimming pool. Gail walked over to the shallow end of the pool, and kneeling down, began to play ball with the kids. She turned to Bill and smiled a sad smile. Bill knew she really wanted to have children, but she just couldn't bring herself to commit to having them, because of the career that she had chosen and the lifestyle that she lived. He blew her a kiss and walked over towards the deep end of the pool.

His lab assistant Megan, a woman about five years younger than he, gave him a smile and waved him over to where she was standing. 

"You're wife is incredible. Is she a professional body builder or something?"

"No, actually she's a long-distance truck driver, but all her life she's been into weight-lifting. She's even got me into a weight lifting regimen.

"I can see that, you're looking pretty good yourself. If you weren't already married I'd make a play for you myself."

"Thank you for the complement, Megan. I can see that you're no stranger to the inside of a gym."

"That's true, but I do mostly aerobic exercise. I'd love to get more muscle development; maybe someday you could come by and show me how," she said as she lightly stroked his chest with the tips of her fingers.

Warning bells began going off in his head as Bill desperately tried to find a polite way to break off the conversation. 


Daddy's Little Girl Pt. 02



"Maybe I can have my wife get together with you sometime," he said as he turned and dove under the water towards the other side of the pool. When he surfaced, he turned back towards where Gail had been sitting with the kids. Seeing that she wasn't there, he turned looking for her. To his dismay, he spotted her standing directly in front of Megan who had her back against the side of the pool and appeared to be rather upset.

Bill swam over to them as quickly as he could, hoping to control the obviously tense situation. When he got there, however Gail and Megan had already finished their conversation and Megan was heading for the staircase leading out of the pool. Bill looked up at Gail, a worried expression on his face.

"Don't worry Bill, I saw the whole thing. I'm not mad at you and I sure wouldn't make a scene here in front of your friends and colleagues. I could see your expression change as she started to flirt with you."

Gail smiled. "The panicked expression on your face was both priceless and informative. You had no idea where that conversation was heading did you? Well you're not going to have to worry about her advances ever again. I had a short but right-to-the-point conversation with her. I told her that you were a very happily married man and that if I ever heard, or even suspected, that she was trying to get between us that I would break every bone in that pretty little face of hers. And to emphasize my point, I took the hand that she was using to rub your chest and squeezed just a little. Don't be surprised if she comes to work Monday with the hand wrapped in an ace bandage because I think a felt something snap when I squeezed it. I'm going to get a little sun right now. Please stay here and have a good time; I want to do this alone if you don't mind."

With that she headed up the stairs out of the pool, but instead of walking back the way they came she walked completely around the other side of the pool, slowly as if she was on the prowl, directly in front of all the executives and their spouses. Bill laughed to himself as he watched every head turn as she passed by on her way back to her chair. Now he, and probably half of the males that were in the pool, would have to stay in the deep end for several minutes waiting for their arousal to subside. 'She sure knows how to make an exit.' 

On the ride home she teased him again about Megan. "Her tits are bigger than mine, but then again so is her ass. I bet she thinks she can have any of the guys she wants."

Bill knew better than to say anything and promptly changed the subject. "You were absolutely gorgeous today. I'm sure your name will be on everyone's lips Monday at work. You were great with the kids today, too. It hurt a little didn't it?"

He felt her hand rub his thigh as he drove south back towards their house.

"I made my choice and have to live with it. Are you sorry that you stayed with me?"

He nearly hit the car to his right as he pulled off onto the side of the road and parked the car. Looking deeply into her eyes he grabbed her hands.

"Don't you ever say that again. Don't you ever even let that thought enter your mind. I love you more that life itself. You're all I ever wanted and I don't think I could ever share any of the love I have inside with anyone else, not even with a child of ours. And if that's being selfish, then I guess I'll just have to live with it." He kissed her, wiped away a tear that was rolling down her cheek and headed back onto the road.

They drove in silence the rest of the way home. They took a shower together to wash all the chemicals from the pool off of their bodies. As usual Bill was the first to finish and waited for her to come to bed. He opened his eyes when he smelled her perfume.

Chapter 3

Early Monday morning, Bill felt Gail get out of their bed. It was still dark outside and he needed a couple more hours of sleep. He felt her kiss his cheek, whisper "good bye, I love you" into his ear, and head out the door. The next thing he knew his alarm went off and reluctantly he got up and headed for the bathroom. By eight-thirty he was in his lab, looking over the results of his latest experiment. He chuckled to himself as he glanced over at Megan; her left hand was indeed wrapped in an ace bandage. She didn't even look in his direction.

The morning flew by, everyone was in good spirits; most were talking about what a good time they had at the picnic. At lunch time, Bill got up from his desk and headed down the hall towards the cafeteria. As he approached his boss's office he heard the loud conversation between, his boss and Mr. Johnson, the vice president of the research division. 

"Did you see the size of her? Did you see the size of her arms? No way is she a normal woman. I wouldn't be surprised if when they get in bed that there is more than one cock and hers is buried up his ass."

Then he heard his boss reply, "That's for sure, she probably doesn't let him do anything but suck on hers and take it up the ass. I'll bet at the very least he's her submissive slave"

Then they both howled with laughter and walked out of the office and down the hall to the cafeteria, never glancing back in his direction.

Bill was fuming; at that point he could barely restrain himself. He waited until they were all inside the cafeteria, and in a voice that could barely be heard, he said, "You both are such stupid assholes; the least you could do is shut your fucking door when you're going to insult one of your employee's wives."

Bill turned to walk out of the cafeteria, he had suddenly lost his appetite, when he felt a hand grab him roughly by the shoulder and pull him backwards until he fell over banging his head against the wall. 

"How dare you talk to us that way," yelled his boss.

Bill scrambled to his feet. He looked around and could tell that others had seen him being assaulted by his boss. With as much strength as he could muster, he reared back and hit his boss right in the jaw with a straight right. His boss staggered backwards and landed on a stack of trays, before slumping to the floor. Bill looked around, saw the approval in the eyes of his coworkers and said in a very calm voice to the VP:

"Oh, by the way, I quit." Bill turned, glanced up at the security camera, smiled, and walked out the door.

He calmly walked down the stairs to the security office in the basement and requested a copy of the disk from today. The guard who had been at the picnic and who had always been friendly with Bill had seen the whole incident and immediately complied.

"If anyone asks how you got it, please tell them that I was out of the office at the time and that you just took it. I have less than a year before my retirement and I need my retirement money."

"Don't worry Dave; I'll only use it if they give me a hard time and I'll be sure to protect you."

"Good bye and good luck," Dave shouted as he ran up the hallway towards the staircase on the opposite side of the building in order to make an appearance at the scene.

Bill was extremely busy for the next several days. He made several calls to the human resources department trying to get the paperwork for rolling over his retirement money. But after speaking to several different people, he felt that they were being uncooperative and evasive. That's when he called his old friend from college. Ed Williams was their attorney; he had done their wills and even some estate planning.

"Hi Ed, its Bill Young. I've got a little problem I'd like to run past you."

Later that afternoon, Bill was sitting in Ed's office. He told him the whole story. He also told him what his plans were for the future.

"Bill, did you bring the disk with you?"

Bill handed Ed the disk, he loaded it into his computer and together they watched the entire incident.

"Bill, I have to ask, how did you get this disk?"

Remembering his promise Bill said, "I walked downstairs intending to ask the guard for a copy, when I got there I saw him run out of the office and before the door closed behind him I snuck into the room, figured out which recorder the disk was in, took out this disk and put in a new one, and left.

"That could be a problem if we ever get to court; but I don't think this is going to get that far. Let's call Johnson and see if we can end this before it starts.

Ed got on phone and after introducing himself as Bill's attorney, was able to get his secretary to put him through to Mr. Johnson.

"Mr. Johnson, I represent Bill Young. I understand that there was an incident at the company involving my client and his boss a couple of days ago. At that time my client gave his official notice ending his employment. He is now looking to receive his retirement plan distributions and...."

Bill could hear Johnson yelling into the phone as Ed held it away from his ear.

"That's all well and good Mr. Johnson, but I have sworn statements from half a dozen of your employees that indicate that it was Mr. Harrison that started the fight and that my client was just protecting himself. By the way, Mr. Young indicated to me that there are security cameras throughout the building. I'm going to need a copy of the surveillance tape."

Ed listened for a short time and then responded. "You say the tape was accidentally erased; how unfortunate." He paused for effect then continued. "Mr. Johnson what if I told you that I also have a copy of the disk and have seen the incident first hand."

Again there was a long period of yelling and then an even longer period of silence.

"Listen, Mr. Johnson, my client wants nothing more than what he is entitled to; mainly his retirement money, his final week's paycheck, and severance pay in the amount of, let's say, one week for each year that he was employed with the company. Mr. Johnson, just consider it a cost of doing business and the cost of an insurance policy protecting your career. If this goes to trial, the company's name will be dragged through the mud and, more likely than not, I'll get a bigger settlement for my client and both you and Mr. Harrison will be looking for new jobs."

After a short time Ed continued, "I thought you'd see it that way. Please have the necessary paperwork sent to my office, and send Bill's pay checks directly to his home address. It's been a pleasure talking with you Mr. Johnson; good day."

Ed sat back, smiled, looked over at Bill and said, "That was easy." Then they laughed, stood, shook hands and headed out to Ed's favorite steakhouse for a celebratory dinner and drinks, Bill picking up the tab of course.

The next morning, Bill woke up with the wonderful feeling of freedom and the energy to start on a new journey in his life. After an hour in the weight room, he showered, shaved and sat at his desk, reviewing one last time their financial position. Gail wasn't due back for a couple more days and he wanted to be totally prepared to prove to her that their financial future was secure. When he was satisfied, he decided to call Carlos, Gail's supervisor, and set up a meeting.

They agreed to meet at Carlos's office on Saturday morning at 9:00; he was coming in so that he could catch up on some paperwork. Promptly at 9:00, Bill arrived at the warehouse. After the usual social questions about each other's family, they got down to business. Bill explained to Carlos that he had quit his job and told Carlos that he would like to share driving duties with Gail, just as Gail and her father had done fifteen years before. 

Bill pulled his wallet out of his pocket and proudly displayed his newly acquired license. Carlos studied the license and then, after handing it back to Bill, sat in silence for several minutes; he appeared to be deep in thought. Bill sat across from him, worried that the silence meant bad news. Suddenly, Carlos gave him a big smile, stood up and shook his hand saying:

"I can't tell how happy I am that we met today. For the last couple of weeks I've been wrestling with a logistics problem involving Gail and her weekly run to our East coast distribution center. You see, our furniture is more popular than ever before, especially on the East Coast. We have to decide relatively soon, whether we should set up a second manufacturing plant on the East coast or increase the number of shipments we make per year. You can imagine the costs involved in setting up a new manufacturing facility. The executive committee has given me the mandate to increase the number of shipments we make per year. The problem is that in order to do that I would either have to hire another owner-operator on a part-time basis, which would be almost impossible to do, or have Gail take on a partner so they could share driving duties. I couldn't ask Gail to ride alone with another guy, sleeping in the truck while he drove. I know she is more than able to take care of herself, but that would cause both her and her partner undue personal hardships. But... if you were her partner, that solves that problem." 

"Now, we just have work out the actual logistics of the run, within the DOT rules. The rules are very specific. A driver cannot drive longer than 11 hours, after 10 consecutive hours off duty, and he/she must not drive after the 14th hour after coming on duty; a driver may not drive more than 60 hours on duty in 7 consecutive days or 70 hours in 8 consecutive days, and must be off duty for at least 34 consecutive hours before a new 7 or 8 day period starts. Finally drivers using the sleep berth provision must take at least 8 consecutive hours in the sleeping berth, plus 2 consecutive hours in either the sleeping berth, off duty, or a combination of the two. Do you understand?"

Bill nodded slowly, "I understand the DOT limits the number of hours that a driver can drive for safety purposes. But just how are we going to be able to increase the number of runs to satisfy your needs."

Carlos stood and walked over to a large map that was mounted on the wall. He explained that on the map he had laid out each of the distribution centers and the routes between them and the factory. "This is Gail's route. It takes 36 hours of driving at the posted speed limit between us and the New Jersey distribution center. That doesn't account for rest periods, meal breaks, or traffic. In theory, using two drivers, the shortest amount of time that you could make the trip is between 42 and 48 hours each way. That's really pushing it and it's not much of a life for the two of you. Right now we are doing approx-imately 26 round trips per year. What we are hoping for is to increase that number by 50% or a total 39 round trips per year. If you guys ran 3 days out, a one day layover, 3 days back with a two day break, you guys could even take a week off during the year."

"Let me work out the details; I'll present them to management on Tuesday morning and get back to you. Bill you just made my day."

Bill was a nervous wreck for the next couple of days. Gail was due home late Tuesday evening and he really wanted this settled by then. Tuesday just before noon, Carlos called informing him that management had approved his plan.

"Bill, I can offer you the same base wage that any other new driver would make. It won't be as much as Gail makes because she's been with us for over twenty years. I can sweeten that up a little because I won't have to provide any health benefits and you're providing a solution to a real sticky situation for us. Of course you won't be getting a tractor allowance; only Gail gets that. When do you want to start?"

Bill hadn't thought about actually getting paid, he just wanted to be with Gail.

"Carlos, thank you so much for the opportunity. Can I ask you for a favor? I haven't actually told Gail about any of this; as far as she knows I'm still working for my old company. Let me talk to her tonight and I'll call you tomorrow. As far as I'm concerned I can start on her next run, Monday morning. I'll talk to you soon."

After he hung up, Bill said out loud, "Now I just have to convince Gail."

Later that night, after he had made sure that there was cold beer in the fridge and all his paperwork was in order, Bill sat in the living room waiting for her to arrive. About 10:00 he heard the big diesel come down the street, stop in front of the house and back in to the driveway next to the house.

"Showtime," Bill said as he went to the kitchen to retrieve two bottles of beer.

When Gail came through the door carrying her gym bag full of clothes, she broke into a big smile as Bill greeted her with a long, hot kiss and an ice-cold beer.

"Now that's the way to welcome a person home. Did you miss me?"

"Sit down Gail, we have to talk."

"This sounds serious Bill. Is everything OK; you're not sick are you?"

"Gail, a lot of things have happened while you've been gone that I didn't want to tell you over the phone. The first thing is that I quit my job." 

For the next ten minutes he gave a detailed account of the events leading up to his quitting and the results of his meeting with their lawyer. 

When he was done Gail shouted, "Those slime balls! I knew they were rotten the moment I met them; I should go up there and break some bones. Thank you for sticking up for me, but what are you going to do now? Can we afford for you to be out of work?"

Bill opened one of the folders that was on the table and showed her a detailed listing of their assets, liabilities and their net worth. 

"Gail, I still have most of the money my grandfather left me; we've basically been living on the money that you bring home and we've even been able to put some of that away in case we have to replace your Kenworth. I've been saving my take home pay and I've already shown you what I'm getting from my retirement plans at work. Financially, neither one of us has to work; but what else would we do?"

Then Bill opened up the file that he had on his lap and presented her with his newly acquired Commercial Motor Vehicle operator license.

"When did you get this? How, you've never driven my truck before?"

"I started school three months ago. I did it while you were away; I wanted to surprise you. I want to get a job as a truck driver."

"That's wonderful Bill, but if you get a job like mine we'll never see each other."

Bill took a deep breath, let it out, and said, "I spoke with Carlos this morning; meet your new partner... if you'll have me."

It took a couple of seconds for everything that he had just said to sink in. Then, with a squeal of joy, she jumped up, pulled him up off the couch into a bone-crushing embrace. "Oh, my God, that's wonderful! We'll be together all the time; it will be just like when my Dad and I drove together; well almost anyway."

When he could finally convince her to put him down, he told her all about his meeting with Carlos, the increased number of runs that they would have to do, and the time schedule they'd have to keep.

"That won't be much of a problem, we'll have plenty of time to iron out the logistics; the important thing is that we'll be together. I'm so excited, when do you start?"

"Same as you, Monday morning."

Gail let out another squeal of joy. "I'm so excited I feel like a school girl again. Come on let's skip the weight room tonight, I really need a shower!"

Chapter 4

The alarm went off at four-thirty Monday morning. For Bill it had been a long time since he had been up and out of bed this early. By five, they had secured the house and were on the road to the warehouse. They went into the office, got their paperwork, and headed out to back out to the truck. They both headed for the driver's side door. That's when Gail pulled rank.

"As the senior driver on this rig, I'll decide who takes the first shift. I'll drive up to our first stop outside of Winslow; you can take the next shift. Fair enough?"

They picked up their trailer, and headed out towards Route 17 North. Just before they got on the Interstate, they pulled into an all-night truck stop. Bill was more than glad to get out, top off both tanks, and pay with his new company credit card. Then they were off; next stop Winslow.




Daddy's Little Girl Pt. 02



All during this first leg of their trip, Bill couldn't help but feel nostalgic, remembering back to the time he had stowed away in Gail's truck and how, once he had been discovered, he had watched her drive, falling deeper in love with each passing mile. As they passed that same stretch of highway, Gail glanced over at him; a single tear slipped down her cheek. He rested his hand on her thigh and said, "I know I was thinking the same thing."

They drove in silence, enjoying the scenery and each other's presence. They had been driving almost three hours when Gail leaned over and picked up the CB microphone and dialed in channel 10.

"Hey 'Short Stack' you got your ears on? This is 'Daddy's Little Girl'. I'm about fifteen minutes out; put on a bacon-and-egg on a roll and my usual."

"You got it, 'Little Girl'. That all for you?"

"No, I've got my new partner with me."

"You got it; 10-4"

When she signed off, Bill started to laugh. "I can't believe you remembered and that Short Stack is still cooking. Are any of the waitresses still there?"

"Only Maggie, that's Short Stack's wife. She should be on this morning and I'll bet she still remembers you."

When they pulled into the parking lot, Gail cut the engine and they each jumped down from the cab and headed towards the front door. Both were dressed in western boots, denim jeans, and jackets; only Bill's were brand new. She had her arm over his shoulder and he had his arm around her waist. Everything was right with the world.

When they walked in Gail took the lead, with Bill standing behind her almost out of sight. Maggie came out from around the counter to greet them. "Shorty told me that you have a partner now, where is he I want to meet him?"

With that Bill stepped out from behind her and extended his hand. Maggie looked at him for a few moments, then lifted her hand to her mouth as she glanced first at Gail and then back to Bill and practically shouted, "Billy? Billy's your partner? That's wonderful, I'm so happy for you both."

"Here come and sit, I get you coffee. Wait until I tell Shorty."

It was Short Stack himself that brought out their order, while Maggie went to get them their coffees. 

"Billy it's good to finally meet you; what's it been sixteen years since that first trip?"

Gail spoke up at that point, "Yes, it's been sixteen wonderful years since he stowed-away into my life, and just to let you know on that run, Billy became Bill just outside of St Louis," she added with a smile and a wink.

Over breakfast they laid out their plan for the rest of the day. Gail looked at her watch. "It's 8:30 now; if we get on the road soon and don't hit any traffic, we should get to our next stop in Albuquerque a little before one."

They paid their bill, leaving a generous tip and waved good-bye to Short Stack and Maggie. As they approached the truck, Gail reached into her jacket pocket and threw Bill the keys. 

"It's your turn to drive; just be careful with my baby."

Bill was both excited and a little nervous as he unlocked the cab and climbed up behind the wheel. That's when he glanced over as Gail climbed into the passenger seat. She had taken off her jacket and was now dressed in her jeans and a skin-tight white tee shirt, which did little to hide her braless breasts and only served to accent her impressive chest and arms.

"You're not going to make this easy for me are you?"

"Bill, you've lived with me for over sixteen years. You've seen it all before."

"I know, but dressed like that, here in the truck, you just look irresistible."

She laughed and said, "Let's go; time is money."

As he had watched her do so many times before, he turned the key, pressed the starter button and the Kenworth roared to life. Bill had to adjust the seat to account for his shorter legs; he adjusted the driver's side mirror and pulled out of the parking lot and back onto Interstate 40. He brought the big rig up through the gears, and while not quite as smooth as Gail, they were soon cruising down the Interstate.

"Not bad, not bad at all for a rookie," Gail said with a wink and a smile. "My man's a truck driver."

Occasionally during the ride to Albuquerque, Bill could almost feel Gail scrutinizing gaze as she appraised his ability to handle her truck.

Finally they reached the truck stop just outside of town. As they walked into the building Bill turned to her and asked, "Did I meet your expectations?"

"Honey, you always meet and exceed my expectations."

They made a quick pit stop, had a bite to eat, and soon were on the road again; next stop, Amarillo, Texas.

Bill continued to drive with Gail studying her maps planning their next couple of stops. She didn't tell him that she was trying to work out the trip so they could spend some quality time in Kirkwood, Mo. When she had it all worked out she closed up the map, leaned over, pulled off her boots and drew back the curtain and climbed into the sleeping berth. Bill could hear her moving around behind him and then suddenly she leaned out and whispered into his ear. 

"Don't wake me until we get to Oklahoma City. Don't forget to stop for dinner in Amarillo; you'll need the break at that point. You're already going to be over the daily limit by about a half an hour so be extra careful. Good night."

Bill turned his head just in time to see his nearly-naked wife retreat back into the berth. 

Bill made real good time and ended up just past Amarillo at 4:30. As instructed, he pulled off the Interstate and stopped for dinner at a large truck stop. He had a light dinner, a large coke, and a dish of chocolate ice cream for dessert, made his almost mandatory pit stop, and headed quickly back to the truck. 

Before he started, he pulled back the curtain. In the ambient light of the parking lot he could just make out Gail's form. She was sleeping on her side facing away from him. The covers were half off of her body, exposing one of her long legs and her entire back. It took every ounce of willpower he possessed not to strip off all of his clothes and join her. 

Reluctantly he let the curtain fall back to its usual position and pressed the starter. Five minutes later he was on the road again, his next stop just outside of Oklahoma City. If his luck held and the traffic remained light, he would get there in about four hours.

It was already dark when he pulled into the rear parking lot of the truck stop. He drove to the far end of the lot, away from the lights surrounding the building and cut the engine. Before he could turn around, he heard the rear compartment door slam shut. A few moments later the passenger side door opened and Gail reached in and retrieved her boots. 

"I'm going in to hit the bathroom and get some coffee. You'd better come in and take a break. You're done for the night." 

They walked into the building, arm in arm, getting the usual amount of double-takes and stares from the customers and the staff. After a quick trip to the bathrooms, Gail ordered herself two containers of coffee to go and picked up a protein bar from a display at the counter.

"I don't think it's a good idea for you to have any caffeine right now. It's you're first time trying to get some sleep while I'm driving and you may have some problems falling asleep." Gail said as they were leaving the building.

They climbed back into the truck, Gail behind the wheel, and were back on the road. Soon they made the switch to Interstate 44 heading east and, as the lights of the city slowly gave way to the darkness of the open road, they settled in for the long night ahead. Gail switched on the CB radio and changed to channel 19. Even the chatter on the CB was light at this time of night. She knew from experience that it would pick up after midnight, when her fellow long-distance haulers would use it to break up the boredom of the night.

They had been on the road about two hours when Bill decided that he had had enough. He pulled off his boots, gave Gail a kiss on the cheek and crawled into the back. Soon the quiet rumble of the engine, combined with the vibrations of the truck, gently rocked him to sleep.

It wasn't the road noise, or the rumble of the engine, or even the vibrations of the truck that woke Bill out of restful sleep. It was the lack of these things that he became aware of. 'Why have we stopped?' he thought as he stuck his head out of the curtain. The cab was empty and just as he was about to panic, he looked to his right out the passenger window and spotted Gail walking back towards him. Behind her he saw the large yellow neon sign sitting on top of an old fifties style dinner. "Alice's Restaurant" flashed off and on, a beacon in the night drawing several other truckers besides themselves off the Interstate.

As she climbed back into the cab she said, "Hey what are you doing up?"

"I don't know, I think the quiet woke me up."

She laughed and said, "Sorry about that, but I needed to make a pit stop and grab some breakfast. You'll get used to that after awhile. I know it took me a while when I used to drive with my Dad."

"How's Alice?"

"She not there now; that's one of the benefits of being the owner. I talked with the waitress. She said that Alice is still hanging in there, bigger than ever, and shows no sign of slowing down anytime soon. I left her a note to give to Alice sending our love, signed 'Little One and the Big Man'. Now you'd better get back to sleep; we have another four hours before our next stop."

This time it was harder to fall asleep. Bill lay there in the bunk thinking back to that trip across the country. He had been so young, a boy barely out of high school and a virgin. All that had changed by the time they had returned to Arizona. He had met the woman of his dreams, lost his innocence and become a man. As he stared at the ceiling he remembered how they had made love in the cramped confines of the berth. He could feel himself becoming aroused at the thought and hoped that they could do so once again.

Gail was having similar thoughts as she guided the truck down the nearly empty highway. She was reliving that run over sixteen years ago; how they had met, and improbably, had fallen in love. She thought about the night that they had lost their virginities together, and how Bill had turned her life completely upside down. She had been a loner and had convinced herself that she would always be on her own. A smile came to her face as she passed a sign indicating 100 miles to St Louis. That meant that Kirkwood, Missouri was a little more than an hour away and that she had that amount of time to solidify her plans.

Around 5:30 AM Gail pulled the truck off the interstate and into the rear parking lot of the Kirkwood Quality Inn. She cut the engine, waited a few minutes and pulled back the curtain. 'I hope he's dreaming about me,' she thought as she caught sight of his erection. Tempting as it would have been to climb in the back with him, it would have spoiled her plans for the rest of the day. She reached in and gently shook him. "Bill, time to get up."

Blurry eyed, Bill grabbed his jeans and his shirt, opened the side door and climbed out into the parking lot. Sunrise was still about an hour away, so the parking lot remained dark.

He walked around the truck and saw that they were in the rear lot of a chain motel, but he had no clue where they were. Gail joined him at the front of the truck carrying several of their rubber exercise bands. Handing him one she said, "Here; you start your workout while I go in and book us a room."

"Where are we?"

"Never mind, just hook up and start your workout. I'll tell you when I get back."

He shrugged his shoulders and attached his band to the front bumper and began his workout as Gail disappeared around the side of the building.

Gail entered the deserted lobby, walked up to the desk and called out, "Is anybody here?"

A young man, the night clerk, suddenly appeared from inside the breakfast room and walked behind the desk. "I was just setting up the coffee for this morning. Can I help you?"

"Yes I'd like a room for today. We'll be checking out early in the evening. Is room 152 available? It's sort of a special occasion and that room has a special meaning for us."

He gave her a questioning look and a smirk and entered a few keystrokes into his computer. "Yes, that room is available now. I'll have to charge you for the whole day, you know."

Handing him her credit card she said, "That's fine. We have to keep on schedule; my truck is parked in the back. Oh, and can I have two keys?"

As she signed for the room, she made sure to give him a good view of her flexed biceps and her expanded chest. He nodded slowly, handed her back her card and the room keys; she smiled, turned and walked out the front door.

By the time Gail got back to the truck, Bill was well into his workout. Even though the early morning air was rather cool, his body glistened with sweat as he finished a set of curls. Now turning his back to the truck, he took a band in each hand he began throwing punches, alternating between hands. Gail moved directly in front of him, just out of his reach and stood there. To a casual observer it would appear that Bill was assaulting the much larger woman in front of him; Gail, however, was actually encouraging him. "That's it, come on extend those arms, try to hit me." Finally, totally exhausted, he dropped the bands. 

"OK now it's my turn," Gail said with a chuckle as she stood in a fighter's stance in front of him and feigned several lefts and rights to his unprotected body. Bill flinched several times before he realized that she was only kidding. Then he realized something else; he was getting aroused at the mere thought of her punching and dominating him.

'Wow, I never realized that about myself. Maybe what they said about me is true, maybe I am a submissive.'

"Bill... Bill, here's the key to our room; why don't you go in, take a shower and get comfortable. I'll be in as soon as I'm finished with my workout."

Gail watched as he headed for the room. She hooked up a second resistance band and went though her workout routine. It had been several days since she had worked her body hard, so after she completed her full routine she hooked up a third band and worked her upper body to the point of exhaustion. She was really feeling good when she packed the bands back into the storage compartment, grabbed her gym bag and headed to the room. When she opened the door, she found Bill naked, passed out on the bed; the TV, tuned to a local news channel, provided the only illumination.

"Rest up, Bill; I think you're going to need it," she whispered and headed to the bathroom. Gail emerged from the bathroom 30 minutes later, freshly scrubbed, scented with her usual perfume and completely naked. She muted the TV and approached the bed. Bill was still asleep, his breathing slow and shallow. She stood at the foot of the bed and appraised his body. With her guidance he had been able to add about fifteen pounds of muscle on to his previously skinny frame. His stomach was tight and his legs well defined; all in all a very desirable package. Gail watched in amazement as his cock, which had been flaccid when she first came out of the bathroom, began to expand and lengthen, pulsating with the beat of his heart. Looking up at his face and noting no change in his breathing, she was sure that he was still asleep. 'All it takes is the aroma of a little perfume and he's ready to go.' 

She crawled onto the bed and settled between his outstretched legs. Taking the object of her desire into her hand, she slowly began to stroke her hand up and down. Soon she had him totally erect. Gail took the head into her mouth and slowly circled her tongue around its large, spongy head. She knew he loved it when she did this and would normally have brought him to a thunderous climax. But now she wanted him inside of her; so she released him and crawled up over his legs until she was straddling his hips. When she was in position, she placed his erection at her entrance and as gently as possible eased down until she had his entire length buried within her. She would never get tired of the feeling of being totally stuffed by his glorious cock. Playfully she began to rhythmically contract her internal muscles, sending waves of pleasure to his subconscious.

One minute he was in a field with his beautiful sexy wife as they made love, and then suddenly his conscious mind took control, his eyes shot open and there she was, smiling down at him; only the field had been replaced by a motel room.

"Well, look who decided to join me. I was afraid you were going to miss the whole thing," she said with a smile. Then she began to lift off of him until he almost fell out of her. She quickly reversed directions facing his feet, and once again totally engulfed him. Gail increased the pace, faster and faster until she could feel her orgasm approaching. At the same moment, Bill reached his point of no return and groaned, "Oh god, I'm cumming."

As he sent spurt after spurt into her, Gail stiffened and her orgasm surged through her body. They seemed to be suspended in time, each experiencing the joy of the moment. Then they collapsed onto the bed, and held each other in a tight embrace as they recovered from the "little death".

"You can wake me up like that anytime," he said. "Sorry I fell asleep, but you did say for me to get comfortable."

"You're forgiven for now, provided that was only round one."

Bill began to rub her back, and caress every part of her body that was within reach. "I'll do my best," he whispered, "but you know, I'm not as young as I used to be."

"Speaking of being young, do you know where we are?'

He looked at her with a questioning expression on his face.

"Men, you're all the same. We're in Kirkwood, Missouri, and this is room 152 of the Quality Inn." When he still didn't show any signs of recognition, she gave his ass a playful slap that sounded a lot harder than it felt and said. "This is where we made love for the first time."

"Ah. Now that, I remember."

After a few minutes, he broke the silence, gently pushed her onto her back saying, "If I remember correctly, we were dressed exactly as we are now. I began to kiss you like this." He held her face in his hands and kissed her lightly on the lips. 

"Then I moved down to nibble your neck like this. Then I paid homage to your breasts like this," taking first one nipple and then the other between his lips and flicking each with his tongue. 

"And then I moved further down your body like this." He slid down her body until he was between her legs and spreading her open, and began to run his tongue up and down her already soaked pussy, taking in the aroma and taste of their combined love juices. He then focused his assault onto her clit, already sensitive from her first climax, latching onto it as he whipped his tongue back and forth over the tip until her hips flew off the bed and he felt a pair of strong hands grab hold of the back of his head. They stayed that way for a few moments and then her hands released his head and her body dropped back to the mattress. He looked at her face, her eyes were closed and her breathing began to return to normal. 

"And then, after you so wonderfully reciprocated my oral attention, I did this," he said as he placed his cock between her lips and firmly but gently inserted himself until he had nothing left to give her. With ever increasing urgency, he moved in and out of her, his mouth seeking out first one nipple and then the other until he couldn't hold back any longer. He plunged deeply into her one last time, shuddered, and exploded as he felt her pulsating pussy milking him dry. 

After a few minutes, he lifted his head, smiled, kissed her and said, "That's what I remember." He whispered, "I love you" and closing his eyes, put his head on her chest, and fell asleep.




Daddy's Little Girl Pt. 02



After she recovered, Gail lay quietly thinking, as Bill slept peacefully on her body. 'What did I ever do to deserve such a wonderful man,' and then she too fell asleep. 

Gail's eyes sprang open; the room seemed to be much brighter than before. 'What time is it,' she thought as she lifted her head just enough to see the clock on the night stand. At some point while she was asleep, Bill must have rolled off of her because now he was lying on his side next to her. It was already three o'clock in the afternoon. 

'We should be getting up soon,' she thought. She lay there running through the rest of their trip in her mind. 'This was probably a mistake from a logistics standpoint. Now we are both well rested and will both be up for quite a while. From now on we have to spend as much time on the road as possible; alternating ten hour shifts between driving and sleeping, just like Daddy and I used to do. We'll have to keep play time down to a minimum.' "But it sure was good," she murmured.

"What was good," Bill said, opening his eyes and giving her a big smile.

"You were," she said returning his smile. "Come on, we have to get up. We can shower together, go next door to the Arby's and get a bite to eat, and then we have to get on the road again."

It took them over an hour to shower because of a spontaneous sexual activity that occurred when Gail bent over to wash her legs with Bill standing behind her. Neither one complained. They dressed, walked over to the Arby's, where they each satisfied their hunger with a couple of roast beef sandwiches, fries and a chocolate shake. When they were finished, they walked back to their room, which reeked with the smell of sex. Gale took the keys back to the front desk, while Bill took their belongings out to the truck, stored their gear and climbed up behind the wheel and started the engine. A couple of minutes later Gail climbed into the cab next to him and they pulled out of the parking lot, drove back to the entrance ramp, and headed East on Interstate 44. 

They crossed the Mississippi River at St Louis, and then switched to Interstate 70 Eastbound heading towards Indianapolis, Indiana. They pulled into the truck stop just before Indianapolis and filled the fuel tanks. Over a light meal of grilled chicken sandwiches and a Coke for Bill, and a decaf for Gail, they planned out the rest of their run. Soon they were back on the road again.

As they pulled into Zanesville, Gail checked her watch; it was a little before 1:00 AM Arizona time, or 3:00 AM local time. They made their required rest stop. When they returned to the truck, Gail opened the door to the sleeper, climbed up and, sitting with her legs outside the berth, removed first her boots and then her jeans. She made a big production out of taking off her shirt; and then turned to crawl into the berth. Just before Bill closed the door behind her, she looked over her shoulder waved her nearly naked ass from side to side and said, "Drive safely; wake me when we get to Somerset."

Bill laughed, slammed the door shut and returned to the driver's seat; his jeans felt just a little tighter as he started the truck and headed back to the Interstate. For the next two and a half hours he planned just how he was going to wake her. It was 5:45 AM when he pulled off the Interstate, now called the Pennsylvania Turnpike, made a sharp right hand turn and headed down Jim's Road, past the Hampton Inn, past the trucking company lot, turned the truck around and parked at the end of the road. He shut down the engine and, after his ears adjusted to the quiet, he could hear Gail's rhythmic breathing as she slept soundly in the back. As quietly as possible, he removed his boots, stripped off his clothes and carefully climbed into the berth. With some effort, he was able to maneuver himself until he was kneeling next to her. Carefully he pulled off the thin blanket that covered her lower body and eased her panties down past her knees and over her feet. In the dim cabin light he could barely see the features of her sculpted body. Her breathing was still slow and steady as he nudged her legs apart and knelt between them. He never got tired of admiring Gail's magnificent body. He began to plant light kisses on her lips, stopping only when he felt her body twitch. He resumed his delicate assault on her body. This time, using his tongue, he parted her lips and slowly invaded her. He could smell her arousal, taste her juices, and could feel the tiny quivers her body was making. His cock was rock hard at this point. Oral sex on his sleeping wife never failed to excite him. 

'Do I continue to pleasure her orally, which in the past had been known to be risky, or do I wake her up with a slow fuck.' Deciding on the later, he shifted his position until he could bring his rigid cock to her entrance. Ever so slowly his head slowly parted her lips. With a little more pressure he soon succeeded in burying his entire length. He could feel the moist heat; the movement of her inner muscles as if trying to repel the invader. Bill supported his upper body with his arms so that the only stimulation she would feel was the contact between her pussy and his cock. He began moving in and out of her, in time with the movements of her chest as she continued to sleep. 'I wish I could sleep that soundly,' he thought, as began to increase the tempo of his movements. Suddenly, he felt her legs tense around his own, her powerful arms clasped over his back, and her eyes opened wide as her orgasm raced through her body.

"Oh God, oh God, I'm cumming! Ahhhhhhhh."

She held him tightly to her chest, making it almost impossible to breathe. When she finally calmed down enough to regain her control, she smiled up at him and said, "What are you trying to do, give me a heart attack." 

Bill returned her smile. "What did you expect me to do after that little display when we were leaving Zanesville? I had to drive all the way here with the picture of your beautiful ass etched in my mind. It was all I could do to keep the truck on the road." He bent over her and kissed her, and then resumed his movements. "Ready for round two?"

Gail waited a few minutes before she decided to answer; then she moved one of her long arms down his back, pulled him tightly to her, and spun turning them both over. "You must be tired after driving all night, let me drive for a while."

Slowly at first, she began to ride him, grinding her body down onto his, giving herself more pleasure than she was giving him. "You want to cum, don't you?" she said to him as he strained to lift his hips off the mattress. "Not yet my love. You started this, now I'll let you know when I'm ready for you to cum."

Taking his hands in hers, she placed them on her breasts. He squeezed and twisted her nipples as he knew she loved and soon she could feel her climax beginning to build. Leaning over him she offered him her breasts to suck, first one then the other. "Bite them, I'm so close." 

She began to move her hips up and down, allowing his over-stimulated cock to nearly escape and then recapturing it once again. Her movements became faster and faster, until she felt the first spurts of cum. She slammed herself down again, as a second, more powerful orgasm overwhelmed her. When Gail finally recovered she looked down at him, Bill's eyes were closed, and his breathing was returning to normal. 

"I love you so much," she whispered, "I'm sorry I guess I got a little carried away. I just love to dominate you every once in a while. I didn't hurt you did I?" All the time she was planting little kisses on his eyes, his nose and finally his lips.

"You don't hear me complaining do you?" he said smiling up at her, his hands roaming over her soft skin, feeling and caressing the mighty muscles just below the surface. "I think I like that most of all."

"We'd better clean up, we still have a long ride ahead of us," she said as she reluctantly pulled off of his slowly softening cock. Kneeling by his side, Gail took it deep into her mouth for several long moments. "We taste good," she said as she savored the taste of their combined juices. 

"Let's see," Bill replied as he lifted her leg, slid it sideways, and guided her over to his waiting tongue. "Oh, God Bill, don't start me up again. I'm not sure I can control myself." Heeding her warning, he gave her several long slow licks; lapping up the moisture that leaked from her until he was satisfied that he had her clean. "You're right, we do taste good."

Gail opened the compartment door and climbed down from the rig. "Bill, hand me my clothes please." Teasingly he replied, "Why should I?" as he reached up into the storage compartment to retrieve her clothes.

"Well, I'm standing out here naked and if I don't get some clothes on real soon, the truckers from the other side of the parking lot are going to be coming over here looking for sloppy seconds," she replied as Bill handed her clothes out to her. Bill reached into the cab, grabbed his things and joined her. They were just getting their jeans on when they heard the ear-splitting sound of two air horns saluting them.

Bill and Gail waved, acknowledging their presence, and sat on the fuel tank pulling on their boots. Gail walked around to the driver's side, climbed in, and started the engine, while Bill climbed into the cab. As they eased down the road, they passed the two truckers, Gail couldn't help laughing as she heard the two truckers call out on their CB's: "Darlin', if you have ears on, why don't you come back here and we can have us a real party." "Yeah, just leave the little guy locked in the truck." 

Gail couldn't resist replying. "That little guy just wore me out; I'll be walking bow-legged for the next couple days. Daddy's Little Girl signing off." She gave them two blasts of her horn and drove back to the Turnpike entrance. Soon they were on the road heading east, stopping for breakfast at the Denny's in Bedford about forty minutes away. They each enjoyed an order of steak and eggs; for Gail it was breakfast, for Bill it was a late supper. Bill decided that he would ride up front with her for the rest of the trip. He could sleep later after they dropped the trailer and got a room for the night. 

With Gail behind the wheel for the final leg of their trip, they pulled back onto the Turnpike Construction delays slowed their progress so they didn't get to the distribution center until 12:30. Gail backed into an open loading bay, dropped the trailer, and parked the truck near the office. She glance at her watch as they headed into the office together; 'not bad,' she thought, 'we traveled a little less than 2,400 miles in a little over forty nine hours.'

She turned in their paperwork and picked up their new paperwork. Their load would be ready the following afternoon at two o'clock. They were officially off duty until then. With the thought of a comfortable bed less than an hour away, they climbed back into the cab, and headed out to the Courtyard Motel. The day manager was pleased to see Gail again, this being her usual layover spot. She booked the room for the night, introduced Bill, who got the usual once over from the manager, and then they retrieved their things from the cab and headed for their room.

Bill hadn't realized how tired he was until he stripped off his clothes and crawled into bed while Gail went in to take a shower. Within a few minutes he was sound asleep. Gail laughed when she came out of the bathroom and found him asleep. She set the alarm for 8:00 PM and crawled into bed, holding him against her naked body. She sighed with contentment and soon joined him in a peaceful sleep. 

When the alarm went off, they both reached in the general direction of the sound Gail finally hitting the snooze button. It took two more alarms before they were awake. 

"Why do we have to get up now?" Bill moaned as he tried to turn over yet again. 

"Because if we don't get up now we won't be able to get anything to eat until morning, and I know you can't make it that long without food." 

He looked at her with a mischievous smile and said, "Well, in that case, I'll just have to eat you, won't I?"

"Hold that thought for later," she laughed in reply, "Get in the shower and then get dressed; the kitchen closes at ten." 

Although it was not a five star restaurant, the bistro offered a decent selection for dinner. They were the last guests to leave the dining room for the night. With nowhere else to go, they returned to their room, turned on the TV and settled in for the night. The next morning Gail drove the cab to the warehouse, backed the tractor under their trailer for the return run. Bill hooked up the brake lines and did a complete safety check on the truck, while Gail went inside and talked with the dispatcher. Since their trailer had already been loaded, they were given the OK to leave, Gail taking the first shift behind the wheel.

The return trip was uneventful. They completed the run in a little over forty-two hours; primarily by using alternating shifts during the first twenty-four hours, shortening their meal breaks to a half an hour each, and confining their play time to the back of the truck. 

It was still dark when they pulled into the receiving dock at a little after 4:00 AM. They dropped their trailer, signed their paperwork and dropped it into the night drop slot. When they arrive at home, they fell into their usual routine, checked the mail, adjusted the air conditioning, played back messages on their answering machine, and finally, after a strenuous workout in the weight room, they took a very sensual shower together and retired to the comfort of their own bed for the next several hours. It became their standard routine after each return trip. They had two full days off and they had to get all of their "normal" living requirements done before they went back on the road again.

Chapter 5

Over the next nine months Gail and Bill completed twenty-nine round trips. The Valley was in the middle of one of the hottest summers on record. They both felt that they needed a vacation and were beginning to form their plans when Carlos asked to speak to them after they returned from their latest trip.

"Gail, Bill, management couldn't be more pleased with your job performance. You've done everything we asked of you and more. Now we're asking you to take on a very important assignment. In the last several months, the company has launched a new line of furniture, targeting the elder care industry. The furniture is low cost, functional, and practically indestructible. We have received a lot of inquiries about it and have sent samples to several large furniture dealerships. We received our first major order last month. The first shipment will be ready in three days. The logistics, however, is nothing like we have ever done before. They require that the first trailer be delivered to the job site no later than Friday at 8:00 AM. The trailer will be met by a team of installers who will unload the trailer, assemble the furniture and install it as required. The next trailer must be delivered by Monday evening at 6:00 PM."

"Carlos, that means we'll have to run day and night with very little down time, drop our trailer; pickup a return load, run day and night again and finally make our second run in less than seven days. That leaves us no time for the unexpected."

"I understand. We had no control over the timetable for this job; going forward we will. You're going to be pushing the safety boundaries to the limit and normally I would never ask you to do anything like this, but I'm stuck between a rock and a hard place. Management wants to make a good impression because this could be the first of many future orders. Your trailer will be ready Wednesday morning at 5:00. Drive safely and good luck."

Gail and Bill looked at each other, stood and left for home. They had a little over three days to take care of any personal business before they left. They started out their day the way they always did: house chores, a strenuous workout and a shower together. For the next two days they rested, planned out their trip and prepared the house for their extended leave.

Early Wednesday morning they arrived at the warehouse. While Bill connected to the trailer, Gail went into the office. Even though it was before 5:00 AM, Carlos was there to meet them. They reviewed the paperwork and the directions to the job site, which was not far from the NJ Turnpike, a few miles off Exit 9 in South River.

"Gail, you guys do this job well and there will be a bonus and an extended vacation for you both. Vaya Con Dios"

Bill had the trailer hooked up and was waiting patiently in the passenger seat when Gail left the building. As she settled in behind the wheel, she looked over at him and said, "Well Partner, you ready to do this?" Not waiting for a reply to her rhetorical question she put the truck into gear, and headed out of the yard.

They drove in alternating eight-hour shifts, stopping only for meals and fuel. In the first 24 hours, they had traveled over 1,600 miles and as they pulled off the Interstate just outside of Terre Haute, Indiana, the sun was just clearing the horizon. Gail pulled into the parking lot of the truck stop, turned off the engine and reached back into the berth. "Come on, rise and shine sleeping beauty, it's time for breakfast."

She laughed when she heard the low moan coming from the back and after making sure he was up, she climbed down from the cab and walked around to the other side. Gail opened the door just in time to see Bill on his back, with his legs up in the air struggling to pull on his jeans. "Isn't that a sight for sore eyes," she said with a hearty laugh; "put your boots on and lets go; we still have over eight hundred miles to go."

They walked arm in arm into the building, stopping to make a pit stop before continuing into the diner for a well-deserved rest and a good meal. Over her usual breakfast of steak and eggs, Gail planned out the remainder of the trip. "We made great time so far, better than I had anticipated. We won't be able to do as well for the remainder of the run because of lower speed limits and increased traffic. I figure it will take us about twelve hours of driving to get to South River, NJ. It's nearly seven o'clock now local time. We will lose an hour when we hit the Eastern Time zone so I figure we should make the job site by ten o'clock tonight allowing for longer breaks for meals"

"Too bad we can't just drop the trailer and leave," Bill added.

"We can't do that; we have to get a sign-off by the installer's foreman before we can leave the trailer. But look at it this way, once we get to the job site we have nothing to do until the following morning."

They lingered a while longer over breakfast and then headed back to the truck. Gail climbed into the sleeper and Bill took his shift behind the wheel. After about four hours of driving, as they approached Columbus, Ohio, Bill had to answer nature's call. Figuring that this was a good stopping point, he exited the Interstate and pulled around the back of a local diner. Since it was not her turn to drive, he didn't bother to wake Gail; he just left the engine running to keep the cab cool, locked the doors and ran inside. He placed an order to go and went to the men's room. A few minutes later he picked up his burger, fries and a coke and headed back to the truck. 

As he came around the front of the truck he spotted two guys on the side of the truck. One was standing on the side tank peering into the window; the other was standing on the ground, with what appeared to be a pry bar in his hand.

"What the hell do you guys think you're doing?" he yelled as he dropped his food and charged the two men. He thought that his yelling and being caught in the act of trying to steal his truck would be enough to scare the two off. Instead, however the one guy jumped down from the cab, while the other circled around him. They were both about the same size as Bill, but there were two of them and one had a weapon. 




Daddy's Little Girl Pt. 02



"Give me the keys," one of the men shouted as the other shoved him against the truck. 

"Go to hell!" Bill shouted in reply, hoping that someone would hear the commotion and intervene. 

The guy with the pry bar raised it over his head and tried to hit Bill, who was able to deflect the blow, the bar hitting the side of the cab with a load clang. Bill was able to land a solid punch to the face of his attacker, knocking him to the ground, momentarily stunning him. Bill maneuvered himself away from the side of the truck, took up a defensive posture with his back towards the rear of the truck. His two assailants stood between him and the front of the cab. With the engine still running, they never heard the berth door open and close and the approaching footsteps. Bill was never so happy to see his muscular wife turn the corner around the front of the cab, and sneak up behind the two men. Before either could react to her presence, she grabbed the shoulder of the one with the pry bar, spun him around and landed a powerful punch, which knocked him back against the truck. Before he could come to the aide of his accomplice, Bill landed a solid punch of his own, this time the guy stayed down.

"What do we do now?"

They never got the chance to decide. Suddenly a police car with lights flashing entered the parking lot, followed shortly by a second car. Apparently someone from the diner had seen the fight and had called the police. Two cops, their guns drawn approached the truck.

"Hands against the truck, you two," one of the officers shouted. 

"They tried to hijack our truck," Bill responded as he stood his hands against the truck next to Gail. Gail spoke calmly to the officers, "Our ID's are in our wallets and the registration is in the truck." The officers from the second car put cuffs on the two guys on the ground and hauled them to their feet. "OK, mister; with two fingers, slowly pull your wallet out of your pocket. Keep your other hand on the truck," obviously worried about the size of Gail's muscular back and arms. "Don't worry Tom, I've got him covered."

Gail pulled her wallet out of her pocket and handed it backwards to Officer Tom, who flipped it open and studied the AZ CMV license. "That's my husband, Bill; they tried to jump him to get the truck."

"It's OK Dave; I think they're telling the truth. Sorry ma'am, I've never encountered any woman as muscular as you. I guess they picked on the wrong truckers."

The two would be hijackers were placed in a squad car and taken away. Gail and Bill were taken one at a time into the back of Tom and Dave's car and asked to give a statement. Satisfied that they're stories were pretty much the same. Gail and Bill were freed to go. 

Bill said to her, "Is it okay if you drive, I'm pretty shook up at the moment."

Gail climbed up into the rig, which she had been allowed to turn off before; waited for Bill to get settled into the passenger seat, and started the engine. From her vantage point above the squad car she could see Tom looking out his window at her. With a short blast of the horn, she looked his way, smiled and gave him a single arm flex; her bicep bulging to the size of a small grapefruit.

"What was that all about?" Bill asked.

"Just showing a little appreciation to one of Ohio's finest."

She pulled the big rig out of the parking lot and back on to the Interstate. A few minutes later, they were heading east once again. Now in a playful mood, knowing that the police often monitor channel 19; she grabbed the mic from its holder, "Officers Tom and Dave, if you have your ears on this is Daddy's Little Girl sending out a well deserved thank you for all your help."

After about a half an hour riding in silence, Bill said to Gail: "I can't tell you how happy I was to see you come around the front of the truck. I thought I was dead for sure." He sat up, gave her a kiss on the cheek, his hand resting on her bicep just a little longer than necessary.

"Well, that cost us a couple of hours. Now we won't get in until eleven."

They traveled the next four hours, listening to the chatter on the CB, and with Gail doing most of the talking. As they pulled off the Interstate in Bedford, Pa, Gail headed for the Denny's. She pulled into the Denny's lot and shut down the engine. Bill was already out of the truck and waiting for her to join him. Gail knew there was something bothering him and was pretty sure she knew what it was. Gail asked for a booth in the back so they could have a little privacy. After they had placed their order she asked, "Are you going to tell me what's wrong, or do I have to guess?" 

After several moments he looked up at her, his eyes were wet, filling up with tears. "Gail, I was so scared back there. What if you hadn't been there? Worse still, what if you didn't wake up when you did? You would have been in real danger and I would have been to blame. You could have been hurt, raped or killed and I did nothing. You must think I'm such a wimp; why do you stay with me?"

She reached across the table and taking his wrists in her hands she practically dragged him across the table. "Don't you ever let me hear you talk like that again. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. I am never going to let you go. Do you hear me? Never. What did you think you were going to do back there, anyway? It was two against one and one of them had a weapon. When I came around the corner it looked to me that you were holding your own against them, I just evened the odds a little. One on one you held up your end just fine. I want you to stop beating yourself up over this. Let's face it; I'm always going to be bigger and stronger than you. It's in my genes. You've come a long way from that skinny teenager I found in my rig all those years ago, and I'm very, very proud of you. But unless you start working out on that heavy bag I installed a couple of years ago and take some serious martial arts training, you're not going to be a kick-ass fighter. That's not who you are. Please, please don't try to be something you're not. I love you as the kind, caring, and loving man that you are; who complements my being rather than competes with me." 

Their conversation was interrupted when their waitress arrived with their dinners. They ate their meals in silence; it was apparent to Gail that something was still bothering him. When the check came, she let him pay and as they exited the building she said, "I think it's your turn to drive."

Half way to South River, Bill asked, "When do you work out on the heavy bag? I don't remember ever seeing you do it before." 

"I started a couple of years ago. I wanted to work on my stamina, and because I really dislike running on the treadmill, I developed a routine for myself which I do when we are home."

"When? I never see you do it."

"I do it early in the morning, either when you are still sleeping or when you had already left for work."

"I don't understand, why would you hide that from me?"

"I wasn't really trying to hide it from you as much as I was trying to protect you from precisely what you were feeling before. Bill, when I work out on the bag it's pretty intense; the raw animalistic feelings within me come out and it's very, very violent. That's not how I wanted you to think of me."

Gail could almost see the images that were flashing through his mind as they approached the Norristown exit just prior to heading into New Jersey. She could also see the lump that was forming down the inside of his thigh. 'Oh dear; I hope I haven't just opened Pandora's box.'

They reached their exit off the NJ Turnpike at about 10:30 PM. They traveled South on Route 18 for about five miles, stopped a local bar to get a celebratory beer and to use the bathrooms and then, before they could get into any trouble, they drove the remaining couple of miles to the job site.

Gail pulled the truck into the back of the parking lot, figuring that when the installation crew arrived they would tell her where to drop the trailer. Looking at her watch and then at Bill she announced, "We made it with plenty of time to spare; only two more runs to go. We'd better get some rest while we can."

Bill looked into her eyes and saw the playfulness that was hiding within. Gail looked into his eyes and saw nothing but lust. They took off their boots and stripped off their clothes as fast as they could. Then, not wishing to waste any more time, they both scrambled back into the sleeping berth. Gail opened the air vents and pulled back the curtain, figuring that they would be getting up at first light. 

There was little need for foreplay. Gail didn't know if it was their lack of intimacy for the last four days, their close encounter back in Ohio or Bill's sudden awareness of her secret stamina workout, but there was no satisfying his lust for her. She lay back as he crawled up between her outstretched legs and buried his cock deep within her already sopping-wet pussy. She lost count of the number of orgasms she experienced that night; all she knew was that she had been fucked, long and hard, until her lover could no longer respond. They passed out in each other's arms, completely sated. 

Gail's eyes flew open. The sound of birds chirping filled the air and the light from the early morning sun bathed the interior of the sleeper in a warm glow. It was a little after seven and the crew was not due until eight. 

"Bill, come on wake up; it's almost time to go to work." He opened his eyes and looked sheepishly down at her. "I'm sorry Gail, I don't know what came over me last night. All I could think about was you hitting that guy, and then I kept picturing you punching that bag; I've never been so turned on in all my life."

"Don't be sorry; that was the most incredible night of pure animalistic sex we've ever had." She smiled down at her lover. "I just hope I can walk."

They found their clothes, dressed and headed towards the building. Several pickup trucks had already pulled into the lot. Gail and Bill walked towards the main door of the building, just as two men came out. One was giving orders to the other. 

"When our truck arrives with our equipment, I want you to lay a path of masonite from the curb to the elevator. We'll bring the furniture in as is and stage it on each floor where we'll put it together and do the installation room by room."

"OK, Larry; you got it."

Bill and Gail walked up to him and Gail asked, "Are you the foreman?"

"That's me, Honey. What can I do for you?" he asked, giving her a long slow inspection from her toes to the tip of her head and back down again.

"Where do you want my trailer?"

"Right here, curb side, pointing that way."

"You got it. I'll be right back."

She turned and walked back toward the truck; her broad shoulders were in stark contrast to the gentle roll of her fine ass packed tightly into her well-worn jeans. When she was out of earshot he turned to Bill and commented, "That, my friend, is one well put-together woman. And look at the muscles on that broad. Wow."

"I know; that's one of the reasons why I married her."

"Oh, sorry; I meant no disrespect. I just wish I could find a woman like that." From across the lot they heard the diesel start up and soon Gail had the trailer right where Larry had asked her to place it. 

Gail brought up her clipboard with the paperwork to be signed while Bill scurried over the back of the tractor disconnecting the air lines and dropping down the front wheels, which would be used to jack the trailer off the tractor. 

Larry and Gail walked to the back of the trailer. While Larry studied her body, noting the size of her shoulders and arms, Gail cut the seal from the factory and opened the rear door. 

"As you can see, the factory seal was unbroken and the entire truck is filled just as it was when we left the factory. If you will just sign here, I can drop the trailer and we can get on our way. I was given instructions to let you use the trailer for the packing materials. We'll be back Monday evening with the next trailer load and we'll swap trailers."

As he signed the paperwork, Larry looked up and asked her, "You obviously work out a lot. What's your personal best on the bench?" 

"Mine is 255. From the looks of you, I can tell that it's been a while since you've done any serious lifting; what's yours."

"You're right; my best was in college, 235. But that was when I was in much better shape and before I tore up my shoulder."

"Too bad, you look like you had real potential. Try to lay off the beer," she said with a chuckle, giving his belly a backhanded slap. 

"Are there any more at home like you?" he asked.

"No, I'm afraid they broke the mold after they made me, sorry."

"Well, your husband's a very lucky guy," he said extending his hand to her.

"No, I'm the lucky one."

And with that Gail turned, made sure that Bill had jacked the trailer off the hitch and as she climbed into the rig, waved and said, "See you Monday evening."

They drove back to the distribution center, picked up their loaded trailer, and were back on the road headed home by 8:30. Once again, they would be driving in alternating shifts of eight hours, stopping only for short intervals for meals and fuel. Gail took the first shift. Through Ohio, Indiana, and Illinois they traveled. Traffic had thinned out to the point where there wasn't another vehicle in sight for long stretches of road. When Gail spotted a sign indicating that they were thirty miles from Waynesville, Mo she said to Bill:

"You know it's getting pretty gamey in here. I don't know about you but I could really use a shower and a break. I know just the place."

Bill's imagination had already started forming a picture of them together under a hot shower, when Gail brought him back to reality. "Get off at the next exit and turn right; at the top of the hill turn into the driveway for Big Jake's Truck Stop." 

Ten minutes later Bill did as instructed. When he spotted the old, two story wood-framed building, he was more than a little disappointed; this was not what he had envisioned. He had thought they were going to get a room at some chain motel for a couple of hours. This was a dump as far as he was concerned. He pulled the truck around the back to one of the two fuel pumps, got out and filled the tanks. When he was done, Gail showed him where to park the truck. They shut down, grabbed their overnight bags and headed inside.

Looking around, Bill could see that the place was practically deserted. There were rows of shelving, displaying all sorts of cheap touristy items and odds and ends, open boxes of candy bars and prepackaged cakes and cookies, and along one wall several well worn booths. 'This place is worse than I thought.' He was about to take Gail's hand and get out, when he heard a deep voice bellow out, "Gail, long time no see; how are you? It must be at least a couple of years since you've graced my fine establishment with your presence. And this must be that husband of yours."

"Bill, this is Big Jake." Bill looked up into the face of a giant; he had to be at least seven feet tall, had a full beard and wore a red flannel shirt, denim overalls and work boots. 'All he needs is an ax and an ox,' thought Bill picturing the images of Paul Bunyan he remembered from his childhood.

"Jake, how are you?" Gail replied. Handing him her credit card she continued, "we're on a really tight schedule; we just filled up, ring up a couple of showers," and after checking her watch, "and a wakeup call for 4:00 AM."

"You got it." Reaching under the counter he pulled out two towels and two washcloths, and two keys on elastic bands and handed them to her. 

"Thanks Jake." Gail led the way to the back of the room, to a short hallway. 'At least we'll get to shower together' Bill thought to himself. That is until he spotted the large signs that were hanging on the wall, "These are not co-ed showers, violators will be put on public display!" Gail could read him like a book. She laughed, handed him a towel and washcloth and a key and said. "Sorry, your shower is that way," pointing to the room on the right. "See you in a half an hour."

The room was a pleasant surprise. Completely tiled in large white squares, there was a row of lockers on one side, four semi-private showers on the other with drains in each, plus a long drain that ran up the center of the room. Everything was spotless. Bill stripped out of his clothes, and finding his numbered locker, placed everything inside, locked up and spent the next twenty minutes under a totally invigorating hot shower. Feeling much better, he put on a clean set of clothes, deposited his wet things in the laundry barrel and went back to the main room and waited for Gail to arrive. Five minutes later, Gail emerged from the shower room, dressed in a clean set of jeans and a tee shirt. 

Gail signed the receipt, thanked Jake, reminding him of their wake up call and, with her arm over his shoulder, led Bill out of the building. When they got to the truck, instead of climbing into the cab, Gail unlocked the sleeper and climbed in, shedding her clothing and boots as she did. Gail turned around and sticking her head outside said, "Well, what are you waiting for, an engraved invitation? We have less than four hours." Bill scrambled up into the sleeper and soon they were making love until completely sated. They fell into a peaceful sleep, Bill on top, still nested within her.

Bang. Bang. Bang. "Hey you two, its 4:00 o'clock. Next time get a room."

Bill's eyes flew open and without thinking he tried to sit up, banging his head on the storage compart-ment above him. Gail subconsciously was expecting Big Jake's wakeup call and so was not as shocked as Bill. 

"That's just Jake's wakeup call," she said, smiling up at Bill, who still didn't appear to be totally awake. "I'll drive; you can stay back here and get some sleep; I'll wake you when we get to Tulsa. That is if I can just find my clothes and boots." Opening up the door, she looked out, saw that the parking lot was empty and stepped out into the cool early morning air. Gail dressed and climbed into the driver's seat and soon they were bidding farewell to "Big Jake's."

Four hours later Gail pulled off the Interstate and, after waking Bill, they stopped for a hearty breakfast. "I can't believe how hungry I am," Bill said digging into his trucker's special -- steak, 3 eggs and 3 buttermilk pancakes. "Enjoy it while you can, I want you to drive the next shift. We're not going to stop until we get to Albuquerque. It should take about nine hours, so after we finish here, we'll make a pit stop and get on the road."

As they returned to the truck, Gail gave him a kiss, told him to drive safely, and climbed into the sleeper. Bill started the engine and pulled back out onto the Interstate. Just as he got them up to cruising speed, he heard Gail say, "If you have to stop, make it quick and don't wake me." 

Bill was determined to make the entire run without a break. He turned the CB volume down and tuned in a local station on the radio to pass the time. It being Saturday morning, traffic was light on the Interstate. He made good time and before he knew it they were about fifty miles outside of Albuquerque, when he suddenly felt the urge to pee. 'No,' he thought to himself, 'don't give in, we're almost there.' He fought the urge down and finally pulled into the truck stop parking lot just west of the city. 

"Gail wake up; we're here. I'm going in, I'll see you inside."

He jumped down from the cab and walked rapidly towards the building and directly into the men's room. Upon exiting the men's room, he found Gail leaning against the wall, with a big smile on her face. "You goof; you could have pulled over, got out and taken a leak." 

"I was fine until I saw the sign for Albuquerque; that's when it first hit me. I fought it until I parked the truck and then it came back with a vengeance."