It was a beautiful late spring afternoon as I was rolling down I-80 across the mighty Nevada desert, headed for California. My truck was purring like a well-fed lion as those 18 wheels chewed up the miles in the warm afternoon sun. I had been on the road now for 23 days without seeing home. Home, if you want to call it that, was a one bedroom apartment, nice but spartan. I don't need much since I spend a lot of time on the road. Truck stop stores and showers are my amenities, an occasional motel if the truck breaks and I'm grounded for a few days. A lonely life but it has it's perks.
In my mirror I could see a red Corvette convertible that had been drafting me for several miles. The woman driving had long blonde hair whipping in the wind but that's all I could tell from this distance. Out here in the wastelands of Nevada there isn't a lot of traffic so you kind of notice when someone is on your tail.
The Corvette finally moved out to pass and I got my first look at the driver. She was gorgeous, and wearing "Daisy Duke" style shorts and a loose blouse that billowed in the breeze. As she got alongside she flashed a bright friendly smile and waved. I nodded and waved back shooting her a big smile as she slowly rolled by. I could see her breasts clearly as the wind whipped open her top. They looked firm, proud and high. She glanced back at me and winked as she pushed those beautiful mounds together, teasing me. I almost lost it. This woman was awesome to look at and she was 'flashing me'. I gave her a big thumbs up and blew her a kiss. She continued the cat and mouse with me for 10 or 15 miles dropping back, then passing, always playing with those luscious orbs or rubbing her crotch through her shorts.
I found myself touching my own bulge as I fantasized what I would like to be doing with this 'road angel'.
I just had to meet her, so I signaled to her to have a cup of coffee at the next stop about 5 miles up the road. To my surprise and delight she smiled and nodded yes as she shot out ahead to disappear into the distance. I figured she was just teasing again so didn't expect to the red corvette parked at the restaurant/bar/service station just off the road. I parked my rig in an area for truckers and went in.
The coffee shop was just a small greasy spoon but it was the only stop for miles. I blinked to get my eyes accustomed to the low light of the place. The woman arrived here first so I looked around for her as I took a booth, pretending to study the menu.
"What'll it be, Hon." the waitress asked just as the blonde appeared from the back. Up close she was more stunning than I had guessed. About 5'6" with a walk like a runway model, her long legs, tanned and well-muscled. Smiling broadly she slipped into the seat next to me and we ordered coffee and a piece of pie each. The waitress hurried away and we were left alone, country western music lulling us in the background.
I turned and looked into her big blue eyes, "Well, my name is Steve and you are?" I said.
"Maryanne," her voice was soft and musical as she introduced herself and told me she was on her way to Reno to find work. She wanted to be a dancer in one of the shows at a casino but would settle for anything to start. She was the proverbial Midwest farmer's daughter tired of the quiet, lonely farm life and wanted to experience something more exciting than watching the corn grow and the animals mate.
I returned the information with that of my own nomadic lifestyle as we ate pie and drank coffee. As she talked I sat there, my chin on my hand, taking in her beauty and charm. She started my juices flowing by putting her hand on my leg, letting it move up and down when she talked as if we were dating. I slipped my arm around her moved a little closer, brushing against those wonderful tits whose nipples were showing hard and erect beneath her silky top. Her hand stole to my crotch touching the bulge that had returned. In the dim light of the cafe, we were able to play unnoticed.
I was beside myself with joy delight as this young beauty demonstrated her need to touch and be touched. I couldn't help thinking that she may be prick teasing me and would say farewell and leave me to tend to my own needs.
With a flick of her fingers my button fly was open releasing my straining cock. "Are you always this forward," I asked?
"I'm sorry do you not like it? I've been on the road all day and the vibrations from the 'Vette always make me horny," she cooed. "Besides, I haven't been with anyone for much too long."
"Not at all, it's just that I don't want to be left at the alter so to speak."
"That's not going to happen." she smiled broadly.
That was it. I couldn't stand it any longer, my hand found it's way between her legs. I could feel the moist heat from her pussy as my fingers worked loose the leg of her shorts. She wasn't wearing any panties and my finger quickly found her wet slit. I caressed her as she spread her legs to allow me easier access. We played with each other in secret until I finally whispered in her ear, "We should move to my truck." She looked at me with a question in her eyes so I said, "It has a sleeper, that is, if you would like to join me."
"Oh, that sounds like fun, like camping out," she mused.
"It's OK, but it gets old after a while on the road."
"Is it big enough for two?" she said, her big blue eyes sparkling in the low light.
"Just barely...but that depends on how you like to sleep, or if you sleep, I said grinning. This place has showers so we can wash the road from our bodies first if you like?"
"Oh, That would be wonderful. I could use some time to freshen up."
I looked out the window and noticed that it was getting dark and cooling off rapidly. "Why don't you just stay with me tonight. We can both get an early start in the morning."
"That would be great. I won't have to drive anymore tonight and I can save what money I have for Reno," she said excitedly.
I paid the bill as Maryanne went to her car to get some things to shower with. I decided that I had better straighten up the sleeper and make it presentable while she was gone. When she returned I told her to make herself comfortable while I went to shower.
She said, "Hurry
back, I'll just make ready for you." I couldn't help but grin
broadly like a fool.
I had to keep mentally pinching myself, fully expecting to wake from this dream. I guess all thing happen for a reason and are given to us at the proper time. And, boy was this the time. It had been nearly a month since I felt the touch of a woman, and this one was everything I had been fantasizing for the last week. I rushed into the shower. As I washed, I couldn't touch myself down there without responding, my cock growing long as I hurried.
"This is cozy," Maryanne said as I climbed into the sleeper.
"It has to be it's my home away from home." I laughed.
We both quickly undressed and snuggled under the covers, wrapping each other in a warming embrace. I kissed her deeply letting my tongue play inside her mouth. She reacted by sucking on my tongue and reaching for my already rising cock. I worked my kisses down lingering at her neck, taking in her sensual fragrance. Whatever she was wearing went straight from my nose to my crotch. I took my time kissing my way to those great tits taking a strawberry nipple in my mouth, tonguing and sucking on it. She moaned her approval as she lay back allowing me the freedom to do as I pleased.
I fondled and kissed her breasts for long minutes before I moved slowly and deliberately down her flat smooth stomach to her fertile delta. Holding her legs together I slid my tongue up and down her cleft, feeling her clit grow with each lick. She tried to spread her legs but I kept them together teasing her with my mouth until she begged me to let her move.
Lifting her legs apart, I plunged my tongue into her, lapping and sucking at her clit. Again and again I brought her to the edge of orgasm, only to slow my stimulations so that she was writhing with need. Her juices were flowing freely, wetting my face and her ass. I indulged in her delight and savored my own. It had been too long since I was with a woman and I wholly enjoyed making her crazy in her lust.
I continued the oral sex until in one great moan she forced my face against her, holding me there tightly with her hands and legs, she came explosively as I suck hard on her clit. She held me there for what seemed like forever.
Finally, she pulled away saying breathlessly, "Now it's my turn ...I want you on your back." Her demanding voice took me by surprise as she took over. I rolled to my back as she began to work my cock up and down.
Her hands were so skilled I just had to ask, "Were you raised on a dairy farm?"
She looked at me smiling and said, "As a matter of fact I was. My father has done very well. We had lots of animals and I had to care for most of them. That's how I bought the Corvette. Besides, you can learn a lot from working with animals you know."
My shaft was rock hard. Maryanne held it against my stomach and began kissing my balls, sucking one then the other into her mouth, she hummed and the vibrations went through my pelvis like electricity. It was like nothing I had ever felt before. Returning to my pillar, she took the length of me down her throat in one mind blowing move. Now, I've been around but I never had a woman that could actually deep throat me before. She did it like it was effortless, no gagging or complaining. I could feel her throat open up to accept my rod, the muscles squeezing tightly around the head. She was doing to me what I had done to her, taking me to within a breath of orgasm, then pulling me back.
After doing this several times, Maryanne turned around on her knees with her beautiful ass in the air and demanded that I fuck her. "Give me that big cock. I want to feel you inside me...spread my pussy open...give it to me," she commanded. I was only too happy to oblige. Her bottom looked fantastic poised in the air with her puffy lips begging my cock. For a moment I just looked on as she swayed to and fro, wiggling her hips, tantalizing me. I raised to my knees and pressed my swollen member into her anxious sex. It slid easily with all the dew dripping from her. I held it there, deep inside her, relishing her warmth. Her hips began to rotate, tugging on my dick, sucking it with her able pussy. I didn't have to do anything but stay upright and hold on. Soon, I was matching her rhythm stroke for stroke. When my legs became tired we changed positions and she mounted me as I lay on my back. I watched as she climbed over me and guided me into her.
I rubbed her tits and strained to suck on them as she continued her rocking motion. She looked wonderful sitting astride me. I my cock filled her, appearing and disappearing with our movements. It was time to change position again and I got on top of her in the good old missionary position. Her legs were spread as wide as my sleeper would allow. Her feet braced against the walls, I began to pound into her hard and fast.
"That's it ...fuck me hard baby...Oh yes...I love it," she cried. Her head thrashed from side to side as my balls made vulgar slapping sounds against her ass. Sweat was beginning to run off me when she stiffened, her eyes staring at me, yet not seeing me, her eyes dark and glazed. From deep in her throat came a low moan, closing her eyes, she reached a thunderous climax. Maryanne's pussy gripped me tightly as she bucked wildly, swallowing my meat in her hunger.
By now I too was at the point of no return and I could feel the orgasm boiling up inside me. With a breathless shout, "I'm coming too baby," my cock gave up it's bounty, flooding her insides. I was throbbing, each pulse expelled more of my cum into her. She held me tightly as I jerked uncontrollably with each contraction.
In time, I rolled to the side, taking her with me so that we remained coupled. We lay there, quietly immersed in the pleasure of the moment.
I must have fallen asleep for a while, and when I awoke, she's caressing my cock again. I lay there motionless letting her explore until I felt her mouth envelop me. With that I couldn't remain passive, I raised my hips to meet her. I was hard again as she fondled my balls, her mouth continuing it's slow dance. This woman loved to suck cock, that was for sure, and she was expert at it.
I tried to raise up to join in but she waved me down, her mouth left me long enough to say, "Relax, just let me do this." With that I fell back, savoring the feel of Maryanne's expertise. She played me like a fine musical instrument. When she wasn't sucking on me she was jacking me off in that same slow even motion until I couldn't stand it any longer. I looked up to see her watching me, her eyes again had that hypnotic stare as she urged my climax on with those fantastic hands.
"Are you ready to come," she asked in a breathy voice, as she opened her mouth over my swelling manhood.
"Yes...," was all I managed to say as I unleashed my second load. She milked my cock as the gush of white fluid splashed out and sprayed her breasts. My orgasm surged on. When it finally subsided, she rubbed my dick over her face, smearing my juices on her cheeks. She took me into her mouth again sucking my now softening organ dry.
Needless to say I didn't get much sleep that night. We kept after each other like newlyweds until we collapsed in exhaustion.
In the mid-morning we dressed and had a slow breakfast at the diner. I walked Maryanne to her car, kissing her one last time, we bid farewell to each other, promising to get together again.
I never saw Maryanne after that night of bliss.