My Christmas journey to visit friends and relatives began on December 23rd, 2024. I left my home in the Bay Area around 10:00 AM and drove to Sacramento to visit with my dear friends, Josh and Betty. We exchanged presents and good Christmas cheer, and I stayed at their house overnight.

At 8:30 AM on December 24th, I left my friend’s house and drove south on Highway 99 to visit my family in Los Angeles. I planned to arrive before nightfall.

Highway 99 is a straight north-south California highway. It is a boring drive, and there are a lot of trucks traveling that road. I had been following this truck with a load of coil steel for several miles. I decided to pass him on a two-lane stretch. As I sped past him, he honked his horn. I sounded my horn in return.

I drove for another two hours, spotting a rest stop ahead just north of Bakersfield. I decided to stop and use the restroom and get a beverage while I was at it. I spotted a space along the rest area to park my car. I locked my car and walked to the restrooms. As I strolled along the walkway, I observed the trucker who honked at me on the highway just pulling in.

I noticed the driver as he exited his truck. He was young, maybe in his mid-twenties. He was tall, with a nice physique and a handsome face. He wore a black cowboy hat, dark blue jeans, and a blue and white striped shirt. I thought to myself, “Hello, Cowboy!”

After exiting the restroom, I walked to the vending machine area next to the main building. I had just enough change to get my preferred beverage. I slipped two one-dollar bills and the right amount of change into the slot and pushed the button for a can of Pepsi. The machine graciously took my money but did not deliver the beverage. Somewhat frustrated, I hit the machine with the palm of my hand.

“Took your money, did it?” A pleasant voice exclaimed.

I looked to my left and saw the handsome cowboy trucker smiling at me.

“It surely seems that way,” I said as I turned toward him.

“Sometimes these machines can be stubborn,” he said, and hit the side of the machine, and my can of Pepsi fell into the dispenser.

“Well, I guess it just takes the right touch,” I said, smiling at the cowboy.

“Well, it was a pleasure to help you with that, ma’am,” he said, smiling at me again. This time, he caused me to blush.

“Oh, please don’t call me ma’am. I’m Reyanna,” I said and held my hand out to him.

“Pleased to meet you, Reyanna. I’m Dean,” he replied and gently shook my hand.

“What a pleasant man,” I thought as I watched him put his money in the machine and chose his soft drink.

He said, “There’s a bench over by that shady area. Would you care to sit for a spell with me?”

I thought about the time and wanted to get to L.A. before nightfall. But I also didn’t want to seem unfriendly and refuse his invitation. We strolled over to the bench and sat down next to each other.

We chatted about various things while we drank our sodas. Dean mentioned he was from Texas. He was a long-haul driver and only got home once or twice a month.

“I’m sure your family misses you,” I said.

“I’m divorced. My wife hooked up with another man since I was rarely at home to keep her happy if you know what I mean,” he said.

“I believe I do,” I replied. “What about your parents? Do you have kids?”

“My parents were killed in a car accident. I have no kids or siblings,” he sadly said.

His story pulled on my heartstrings. I felt sad for him, a lonely truck driver living down an endless highway.

“We talked about me long enough,” Dean said. “Tell me a little about you.”

“I am originally from Los Angeles. I live in San Francisco now. I’m single, I travel a lot,” I said. I didn’t want to tell him that I was 56 years old and retired, but he somehow pulled it out of me.

“Oh, hell no!” He exclaimed. “You look much younger than your age.”

I blushed again. “Well, thank you, Dean.”

Our conversation continued to flow. We talked and talked and talked about everything. But then I realized the sun was getting low in the sky. I needed to get back on the road.

“Well, Dean, I guess I should be going,” I said reluctantly. “I really enjoyed your company.”

We both got up from the bench and shook hands again. Dean walked me towards my car, parked at the far end of the rest area. We strolled casually, neither of us in a hurry. My hand brushed against his. He gently captured my fingers with his and held them while we walked. I did not make any attempt to pull away.

“It’s going to be dark soon. I’ll bet you’re anxious to get back on the road,” I stated.

“Unfortunately, I’m going to be stuck here until early morning,” Dean replied. “We are required to keep a time log, and I’ve already driven the limit of my hours for today.”

I didn’t think I’d want to be stuck here for the night with nothing to do. I certainly didn’t relish his situation. We finally got to my car, and it was time to say our “goodbyes.” Dean had my hand in his, holding it gently. I didn’t want him to let go. I started to say something but could not speak the words. I looked around, my eyes scanning back towards the trucks parked along the rear of the rest area.

Foregoing my desire to get to L.A. before nightfall, I asked, “Would you like me to stay awhile longer?” My words were not much more than a whisper.

“You must be reading my mind. Yes,” Dean replied, “I would like you to stay with me. I have a comfortable sleeper that I call my second home.”

Dean and I walked across the grassy area towards his truck. We had no words to speak along the way. My dressy heels sank a little into the soft ground as we made our way. We walked up to the passenger side of the truck. Dean unlocked the door and swung it open.

Before I got in, I remembered the fantasy I had about what it would be like to climb into the sleeper with a trucker and have hot, crazy sex! The juicy thought made my pussy tingle a bit.

I had to pull my skirt up a little to climb the steps to the cab. Dean put his strong hands around my waist to help me up. I grabbed the handhold and pulled myself into the cab, sitting in the high-back leather seat. Dean closed the door and entered on the other side. The cab smelled clean inside.

I glanced around at all the gauges and knobs on the dashboard. It resembled the cockpit of an airplane. The foot pedals were much larger than the ones in my car. The steering wheel was larger than mine. It was a spacious cab.

He had a laptop computer attached to the console and a CB radio suspended within easy reach from the ceiling. Dean pointed out what all the knobs, toggle switches, and gauges were for. I enjoyed the education.

I looked back into the sleeper compartment. I had always wondered what these compartments looked like inside. This one was very specious.

“Would you like to check it out?” He asked.

“Sure,” I replied.

Dean stepped into the sleeper, and I followed, leaving my purse on the console. The ceiling was high enough for Dean to stand up straight, even with his cowboy hat on. Four overhead tinted windows barely allowed the lights in the rest area to shine in. The sleeper contained numerous conveniences, including a small sink, refrigerator, and microwave. There was a small television suspended from the ceiling that pointed down toward the large bed. I was very impressed.

Dean and I stood there looking at each other. You could smell the sexual tension rising between us. He put his hands on my waist and gently pulled me towards him. He kissed me softly on the lips, as I was hoping he would. I wanted to know what his young lips tasted like. To my delight, I found them soft, moist, and delicious.

Our lips gradually pressed harder together. I pulled myself tightly to Dean as I grabbed his shoulders. I felt his tongue at my lips, licking them and making his way into my mouth. He flicked his tongue over mine, teasing my tongue to dance with his.

I was gasping for air but didn’t want to take my mouth off Dean’s. Breathing hard through my nose, I smelled a slight hint of his aftershave. I felt the heat between my legs rising as we ground our lips together with our passion growing.

Our lips finally parted. We both took long, deep breaths. I was dizzy with lust. My body was trembling. I leaned back against the corner of the sleeper. Dean moved into the cab to make sure the doors were locked. He pulled the privacy curtain closed when he stepped back into the sleeper.

Dean removed his cowboy hat, placing it on an overhead ledge above my head. My chest was heaving from my deep, heavy breathing. I threw my arms around him and kissed him hard. We tongued each other’s mouths and chewed each other’s lips. We gradually eased our kissing until our lips slowly parted.

Dean unbuttoned his shirt from the top down, gradually exposing his muscular chest. I unbuttoned my blouse and slipped it off. Dean took my blouse from my hand and hung it on a wall hook. He sat on the bed to take his boots off. I reached for the zipper at the side of my skirt, but it was stuck. I pulled hard up and down to free it, but it wouldn’t budge.

“Damn, this fucking zipper!” I cursed out of frustration.

Dean chuckled and held the waistband firmly as he pushed down hard on the zipper, and it gave way. The skirt slipped down my legs. I put my hand on his shoulder to balance myself as I stepped out of it. Dean folded it over and placed it on the overhead shelf.

I still had my panties, bra, nylons, and heels on, but I knew they would not stay on long. I haven’t had sex in a while. I still had to get to L.A. My relatives were expecting me, but right now, I needed this.

Dean unbuckled his belt and unzipped his tight jeans. I stared at his crotch as he pushed his jeans down his legs. He wore black briefs, and the well-defined bulge outlined his cock.

He reached for my hand and pulled me to the bed. Dean sat on the edge of the bed and had me stand before him. His hands slowly rolled my nylons down my legs and removed them after slipping off my dress heels. He kissed my navel tenderly and caused my belly to roll. I put my hands behind his head and pressed his face lightly to me.

“If you want me to stop,” Dean whispered, “please say so now before we go any further.”

“What happens if I don’t stop you now?” I asked.

“Then, I won’t be able to stop,” he said.

I smiled at Dean and said, “Then please…don’t stop.”

Dean scooted back on the bed and stretched out on his side. I got on the bed and lay alongside him on my back. Dean’s hand reached underneath me, unhooking my white lacy bra. He took it from me and tossed it aside. We kissed each other lovingly, our lips barely pressed together.

The cool air from the overhead air conditioner wafted across my bare breasts and turned my already hard nipples harder still. Dean took a long moment to enjoy my breasts, massaging them with his strong hand, going from my left tit to my right, tweaking my nipples, making them tingle.

Dean made my body quiver. He pressed his body closer to mine, his warm flesh offsetting the cool air from the air conditioner. His lips traveled all over my neck. My moans sounded my pleasure as he kissed me ever so softly.

His lips traveled to my breasts, brushing across my hard, aching-for-attention nipples. He gripped each nipple with his lips and flicked and circled his smooth, wet tongue around them. I grabbed the edge of the bed tightly with my left hand. My body arched upward, then sank down slowly. My ass ground against the sheets. I never dreamed my fantasy of having sex with a truck driver in his sleeper could be so hot and passionate. And this was just foreplay. I was already anticipating what the nitty-gritty was going to feel like.

I held onto Dean with all my strength. His hand slid down my belly and slipped inside my soaked panties. I could not recall being this wet in a long while, and in a small way, it felt somewhat embarrassing to let him discover just how wet I was. On the other hand, I could barely wait for his fingers to reach my pussy.

When his fingers reached my pussy, my eyelids fluttered, and I spread my legs slightly, allowing the width of his hand to access me. I saw Dean looking down at me, and he softly smiled. I felt his middle finger lightly rub my sensitive clit. My mouth opened a little to catch a breath when Dean penetrated my wet pussy with his finger. My legs widened in response, and my mouth gaped wider as I felt his finger slide in deeper.

“Ohhh…God!” I softly cried and squeezed my pussy around his finger.

Dean worked his finger inside me, swirling it around, pulling out, pushing in. I grabbed his wrist to get him to stop. I was already edging, and I wanted to prolong my way to orgasm. He fingered me much slower now. I could feel my juices leaking from my pussy and seeping between the cheeks of my ass. I knew I was already spotting his sheets.

All I could feel now was a heated desire that caused me to shriek, “Take my panties off! Fuck me now, Dean…please fuck me now!”

Dean slid down on the bed and pulled my panties down. Their wetness left trails along my upper thighs. Dean slipped them from my feet, tossing them to the floor. I spread my legs wide, wanting him to plunge his hard cock deep inside me.

“Come on, Dean…fuck me now,” I begged as my body shook with lust.

“No, baby…not yet,” Dean replied as he held my legs apart.

He stared at my wet pussy, then he leaned forward and circled his tongue around the swollen lips of my pussy. My ass rose off the sheets, my eyes closed, and my mouth opened with a suspiring gasp. As his tongue raked my slit, I reached up and pulled a pillow over my face to muffle my screams. Dean sucked hard on my swollen clit, and I literally came apart, pulling the pillow tight against my face as my screams reached an octave higher.

“Ohhhhh…Ohhhhh…Oh…God!” I cried as I reached my peak.

My whole body arched up. My shoulders and feet held me suspended as the most incredible orgasm consumed me. I felt like I was on fire, burning inside. Slowly, the orgasm subsided, and my body started to relax. I felt my feet slowly slipping down the sheets. Dean held my ass in his strong hands, slowly lowering me.

I almost passed out. I wasn’t sure if it was from my orgasm or the lack of oxygen with the pillow over my face. When I regained my strength, I rolled onto my side and faced Dean.

Dean reached into the little refrigerator beside the bed and brought out a cold bottle of water. He took a big swig from the bottle and handed it to me. My mouth was dry from all the moaning and screaming. I took several swigs before handing it back to Dean.

“Are you okay?” Dean asked.

“Yes, never better!” I replied, grinning.

Dean was lying on his side, facing me while propped on his elbow. I put my hand on his leg, rubbing it slowly, gradually reaching towards his briefs. He leaned down and kissed me. Our lips pressed gently against each other’s for several moments. I could taste my pussy on his lips as I rubbed my hand over his cock sheathed by his briefs. I felt his heat warming my hand.

I said, “You can take them off, you know?”

Dean smiled and got off the bed. Standing before me, he pushed his briefs down. The sight of his beautiful, long, thick cock nearly took my breath away as it sprung into the air like a magnificent beast. My breathing deepened just thinking about Dean fucking me.

Dean got on the bed as I lay beneath him. I spread my legs and lifted them to his waist. He held his hard cock near the base, guiding it between the swollen folds of my pussy. I felt the head slowly penetrate my hot cunt. He stilled for a brief moment, then pushed in slowly. I gently ran my hands along his back as he worked his cock back and forth until it had it all the way inside me. I felt his balls against my ass. My juices were flowing, and the heat in my body was rising again.

Dean supported himself above me with his strong arms. I grasped his upper arms with my hands and wrapped my legs around his waist, moving with him as he fucked me slowly. I loved the pleasurable feeling of his rigid cock sliding in and out of my tight pussy.

As the passion built, we rocked together with increasing tempo. Dean’s cock rubbed against my delicate clit as he fucked me harder and faster. Ooh, my fingers dug into his muscular arms as I fought back the urge to orgasm. But it kept building inside me like air expanding inside a balloon. I was sure to burst soon.

I continued to fight the urge as Dean slammed his cock into me over and over, our bodies making loud smacking sounds. I couldn’t hold off too much longer. I squeezed my legs harder around his body, pulling him into me, my nails now cutting into his flesh as my balloon burst and a phenomenal orgasm shook me wildly. I lost all sense of control while my body rode the waves of ecstasy.

I know it sounds dramatic, but oh god, it was! My screams were loud enough for the driver in the truck next to us could hear me.

It took a while before I stopped shaking enough for Dean to begin fucking me again. He pounded my slushy cunt hard and fast for several minutes before he shot his hot load inside me. I have always loved the feel of a man cumming inside me. It is like he becomes a part of me and completes me.

I held him tight until he slowly relaxed. Then he started moving again. His cock never softened, and after a few deep strokes, he’d gotten another load off in me. His face was bright red, his eyes were shut tight, and his teeth gritted hard. I kept my grip on him until his body slowly relaxed.

I put my hand on his chest. I could feel his heart racing. Dean partially opened his eyes and looked down at me, and a smile slowly formed on his lips. I felt his heart gradually slowing down, but he was still breathing hard. I could feel his breath against my face.

Dean leaned down and briefly kissed me. He lowered himself down on top of me, then rolled over on his side, and I felt his cock slide out of my creamy cunt, leaving me with a massive creampie between my legs.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

He did not say anything, just nodded his head. I noticed the deep scratch marks on his arms that I made during our shared passion.

“I’m sorry,” I said.

“About what?” He asked.

“About the scratch marks. I lost my head,” I replied.

“Hey, I hope they stay with me for a long time to remember you by,” he said as a compliment.

I felt the mess between my legs. I got up from the bed to find a washcloth and wiped myself off the best I could. Dean got up from the bed, wanting to use the washcloth after me.

“Let me clean you,” I said. I rinsed the washcloth in the little sink and gently washed Dean’s genitals.

“I need to get dressed,” I stated. “I need to use the restroom.”

“Hang on,” Dean replied, “I’ll go with you.”

I dressed except for my nylons. I checked my watch. It was almost 10:00 PM. I knew if I left for L.A. now, I would not get there until long after my relatives were asleep.

Dean stepped down from the truck ahead of me. He held my waist until my feet were firmly on the pavement. We walked to the restrooms in the main building. My heels once again sank into the soft ground that we crossed. I would have walked in my bare feet except for walking across the dirty pavement.

Dean held my hand as we walked. The main building was nearly deserted except for a few people. I used the restroom and fixed my mussed hair. I freshened my makeup, and when I was satisfied with how I looked, I met Dean in the main lobby. We stepped outside the building, enjoying the refreshing night air.

“What time do you have to leave in the morning, Dean?” I asked.

“Around 4:00 AM,” he answered. “Are you planning on hitting the road?”

I did not want to leave. I wanted to stay with my cowboy!

“Not if you want me to stay,” I replied.

Dean held my hand and led me back to the truck. We climbed into the sleeper and put some fresh sheets on the bed. Then we stripped naked and stretched out on the bed. Dean covered us with a blanket. He put his arm around me, pulling me close. I drifted to sleep within a few minutes, feeling safe in his arms.

I woke up around 2:00 AM. I had to go to the restroom again. I climbed over Dean, trying not to wake him. I slipped on my skirt, blouse, and shoes. Dean woke up when he heard me pushing the privacy curtain back.

“You’re not leaving, are you?” He asked.

“No, just going to the restroom,” I answered. “I’ll be right back.

The rest area was completely deserted. There were no cars in the front parking lot, but the truck lot was nearly filled. I made my way back to the truck. Dean opened the door for me. He looked relieved to see me.

“Miss me?” I teased.

Without saying a word, Dean grabbed me and pulled me tight against him. He held the back of my head and kissed me hard. I kissed him back, grinding my mouth hard against his. We gradually eased our kissing until we were kissing softly. Dean took his lips off mine but held me close. His strong hands rubbed over my back.

“Wow!” I stated. “I guess you missed me after all.”

I unbuttoned my blouse while Dean helped me out of my skirt. I kicked off my shoes and stood naked before him. Dean pushed his briefs down and kicked them aside, and he was once again standing in all his glory.

We stretched out on the bed. We kissed hard and passionately, both of us moaning from the delicious feelings we were having with each other. We tongue-fucked each other’s mouths while Dean rubbed and squeezed my breasts, tweaking my already hard nipples. His lips moved over my breasts while his hand slid between my legs.

He asked as he felt my pussy, “Do you want me to fuck you again?”

“No, I want to fuck you this time,” I said.

I wrestled with him to get him on his back. His cock stood erect. I straddled his hips and lowered myself on his cock, taking his full length deep into my craving cunt. I was burning inside like a fiery furnace, riding him like a wild bronco.

“Damn, woman!” Dean cried out, trying to roll me over, trying to take control.

“Shut up and let me fuck you,” I said, leaning forward, putting my hands on his shoulders, pinning him down. I lifted with my legs and slammed down hard on his cock, over and over. Dean’s hands gripped my ass tightly, helping me to fuck him when my legs were giving out.

Dean rolled me off him. He got behind me, positioning me face down with my ass in the air. I felt him slide his cock back into my steamy cunt with one long stroke. My hands stretched out on each side of the pillow as he fucked me hard and fast. I tightened my pussy, gripping his magnificent cock as Dean’s powerful hands gripped my waist tightly.

He continued to slam into me hard and fast. I had another extraordinary orgasm, and while my pussy convulsed around his cock, he shot his hot load inside me. We were sweating and out of breath after we finished. We lay there, closed our eyes, and fell asleep. We woke up an hour later, a little after 4:00 AM. It was time to depart.

Dean slowly sat up on the side of the bed. I climbed off the bed and looked in the small vanity mirror. My hair and makeup were a mess. I quickly took the brush from my purse and started brushing my hair. I washed my face with the water in the small sink. Then, I took out my makeup kit and did what I could with it.

Dean stood behind me with his back against the wall and his arms folded across his chest, watching me getting ready to leave.

“Do you really have to go?” he asked.

“My family expected me to show up last night. What about you? Shouldn’t you be on the road?” I asked while looking at the upper part of his body through the mirror.

Dean did not answer my question. I turned around to look at him. He was standing there with a stiff erection. I looked down, staring at his long, beautiful cock. I looked up at his face.

“You wore my pussy out…but maybe I can do something about that,” I said with a grin.

“How are you going to do that?” He asked.

“Lay down on the bed, and I’ll show you,” I said.

We got back on the bed. Dean stretched out on his back, his head resting on a pillow. I stretched out next to him, leaning across his stomach. I had his cock in my hand.

“This is my Christmas present to you,” I said, and slowly lowered my mouth over the head of his magnificent cock and licked it all over. I ran my tongue slowly up and down his entire shaft, covering it with my saliva. Then, I licked his balls. After I swabbed his hefty balls with my tongue, I slipped the head of his cock inside my mouth. I stroked the base of his cock while I sucked the upper half, bobbing my head up and down, over and over. He was moaning and groaning the whole time.

Then, “Oh, my God!” I heard him cry. “I’m gonna cum, baby! I’m gonna cum!”

I could taste the pre-cum that leaked from his meatus and strung on my tongue. I knew he was ready, and I tightened my lips around the head of his cock.

Dean’s ass lifted from the bed, I heard him grunt, and he shot his load to the back of my throat. He fired a hot, tasty rope with each grunt he made. I let his pleasure gather inside my mouth, then swallowed it down my throat in two gulps. I stroked his cock, sucking on him until I was sure he had completely drained his balls. Dean’s body went limp on the bed.

I laid my head down across his chest, enjoying the taste of his cum that lingered in my mouth and throat. We lay there for several minutes before slowly getting up.

“Merry Christmas,” I said with a smile.

“Thank you,” he said.

We got dressed. My hair and makeup were still intact. I just had to redo my lipstick that rubbed off on his dick. He asked if he could have my panties as a keepsake. I tossed them to him, suggesting he wash them. He laughed and said he would never wash them, and he hung them on the overhead panel alongside his CB radio.

He walked me to my car and we had one last kiss before we parted. He wanted to keep in touch and gave me his business card with his cell phone number on it. I gave him my number as well and told him to call me if he ever makes it to San Francisco.

And that was how I spent my Christmas Eve.