John had been rolling down I-10 for over an hour. He was a long-haul truck driver and was executing a return trip from Oxnard, California to Jacksonville, Florida. The first leg of the trip was not a good one. John got caught up in two separate accidents that delayed him nearly five hours in total. That was one of the worst things that could happen to him on a haul; being idle and burning fuel.
John had been driving a truck since he turned eighteen. He worked for other people for many years, until he was able to buy his current rig. He had bought the truck new, ten years prior. It was still in good shape and he kept it well-maintained. He was lucky enough to find his current gig as an independent contractor shortly after purchasing his truck.
It was the sort of gig that long haul drivers dream of, lots of miles and all of them with a load behind him. While the manufacturing company that he hauled for had several other plants and warehouses, John hauled exclusively from Jacksonville to Oxnard and back again. He almost always did two runs in succession because he lived about two hours from the Jacksonville plant.
He knew the route like the back of his hand, and he had some detours that he could take if he had advance notice of an accident or roadwork that would slow him down. He only hoped that his luck would be better on the return trip.
Traffic was unusually sparse that day, which was a pleasant surprise. As he traveled through a quiet stretch of highway, he couldn’t help but notice a blonde-haired woman standing at the side of the road. He quickly decided that he wouldn’t mind that sort of distraction sitting in the seat next to him.
He slowed down and pulled slightly to the side of the road. As he neared the girl, he couldn’t believe his luck. She looked to be in her mid-twenties and had long blonde hair. She was wearing a pair of cut-off jean shorts that were extremely short as well as a loose-fitting, white crop top. A light breeze scattered her hair around and sent the lower part of her top fluttering about further exposing her midsection.
She climbed up, swung the door open, and smiled at John.
“Can you give me a ride, handsome?”
A dopey smile immediately washed over John’s face. He was pretty sure that she didn’t really mean it, but chubby guys in their early forties take a compliment from a pretty girl when they can get it.
He found it strange that she was hitching but wasn’t carrying any sort of bag. She didn’t even seem to have a phone on her, at least he couldn’t imagine where she would have been carrying it.
Upon a closer look, the girl was roughly a C-cup, although she clearly wasn’t being restrained by a bra at the moment. She had a moderate-sized but curvy build.
“Absolutely!” John answered. He patted his hand on the passenger’s seat. “I’m John. Have a seat right here and we’ll get rolling.”
She looked over the entire cab.
“I’m Brandi. I would rather ride in the back if that’s okay with you.”
John was disappointed by her response but said that he was fine with it anyway. He hoped that she wasn’t just going to sleep back there the whole trip. He was also pretty sure that her name wasn’t really Brandi.
Brandi stood next to John and without any advance warning, she pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it onto his lap. She gave him a moment to soak it in before declaring, “You can join me back here…if you want to.”
John was stunned. He tried to pull his truck off of the road as quickly as possible, but he had the jitters. Once he got parked, he locked the doors and climbed out of his seat. Brandi was sitting on the edge of the sleeper bed with her legs spread in a very unladylike fashion.
Her shorts were definitely cut from an old pair of jeans. They fit loosely around her thighs, and it was apparent that she wasn’t wearing any panties, either.
“Ma’am, you don’t have to do that. I would be happy just to have some company for a while,” John stated and then quickly wanted to kick his own ass.
Brandi smiled as she seductively pulled her shoes off and tossed them to the side.
“Don’t call me ma’am, John. I’m not your grandma.”
Brandi unbuttoned her shorts and lifted her butt off of the bed. She slid them down to her knees and then lowered herself back down. Then she extended her legs and slid her shorts completely off.
“Does it look like I don’t want to do this?”
“No, darlin’. No, it does not.”
Brandi spread her legs and started playing with herself in front of John.
John tried to kick his boots off, but he was a fumbling mess as he nearly fell over more than once. He lowered his pants and climbed out of them exposing his very erect cock.
“You have a nice cock, Johnny,” Brandi volunteered as she pulled her hand from between her legs and raised it to her mouth. She licked her fingers provocatively as she stated, “Mmm…my pussy tastes so good. Do you want to taste it?”
John wasn’t sure why she had decided to start calling him Johnny, but he didn’t really care either. It seemed to be a combination of taunting and being playful. John walked up to Brandi and dropped to his knees. He leaned in and immediately applied his most effective oral technique to her clit. He slid a single finger inside her as well, which he would quickly change to two fingers. It was obvious that this young woman wasn’t nearly as promiscuous as it may have appeared. Brandi placed both hands on John’s head and guided him where she wanted him. Suddenly, she yanked him away by his hair.