Brandon and Sandy crossed the Illinois/Wisconsin border. Sandy was sleeping next to him, her head laying between the door and headrest. Before leaving Sandy had grabbed her emergency cash that she kept in a wall safe. Then they stopped at their banks ATM and withdrew as much cash as they allowed. Brandon wanted to use cash for this trip. Just in case the Russians could track their credit/debit cards.
Brandon glanced at her occasionally as he drove past Milwaukee heading north on 41. He knew what he had to do. He'd killed plenty of men before. Even a few women and kids when he had no choice. Now he was back in the States, life was more complicated than just finding the bad guys and killing them. There were laws governing all this shit. He looked over at Sandy again wondering if the bad guys didn't have more rights under the law than the people they terrorized.
"Mmmm!" Sandy purred like a cat as she stirred. "Where are we? What time is it?"
"We're just north of Milwaukee. It's just after 11:00. You fell asleep almost immediately after we got in the truck."
"Yeah. I needed that. I don't think I slept at all last night." Sandy sat up and pulled her hair back, then stretched as best she could in the front seat. Brandon smiled as he watched her chest jut out from her body as she stretched. Even in the dim light of the truck's interior, there was no missing their size. "That felt good. So where are we headed?"
"Up north. I've got a friend I served with who has a cabin up by Rhinelander. We're still several hours away. I called him before we left and explained what was going on. He said the cabin is ours for as long as we need it." He chuckled. "We'll test your survival skills."
"HA! Good luck with that. My idea of roughing it is eating a continental breakfast at a hotel without a spa."
Brandon laughed. "We'll toughen you up."
Sandy cleaned off the console between them, then flipped it up, turning the front seat into a bench seat. The she slid over next to Brandon and snuggled next to him. "That's better." She said stroking the inside of his thigh with her hand.
"Well I guess you're awake." Brandon said smiling. He could feel her hand slowly getting closer to his crotch as she stroked his thigh. "What are you doing?"
"What?" She asked pretending she had no idea what he was talking about. "I'm not doing anything."
Brandon laughed again. "You're playing with fire lady."
"Ooohhh! I'm so scared!" She said sarcastically. Sandy was growing to love these times of banter.
Brandon saw a road sign letting him know there was a truck stop ten miles ahead. "You need to use a restroom?"
"No. I'm good. But it wouldn't hurt to stop and stretch for a bit. Get a cup of coffee." Sandy moved her hand to the bulge in his pants and squeezed it.
"Don't you ever get enough?" Brandon asked teasingly.
"No! This is something I haven't had for years. I'm trying to make up for lost time. Besides, don't forget, I'm forty-five. I'm in my prime sexually." Sandy giggled. She turned slightly and reached for his belt with both hands, unbuckling it. The she unsnapped his jeans and pulled his zipper down as best she could. She then slid her left hand inside his shorts and grabbed his semi-rigid cock. "Mmmm! Now that's what I'm talking about."
Brandon gasped when her hand wrapped around his manhood. "You realize I'm driving at seventy miles an hour?"
Sandy rubbed her left tit against his arm as she stroked his hardening cock. "Then I guess you better concentrate and stay focused." She said giggling. She loved everything about his cock; it's texture, it's warmth, the swelling head. She traced the vein in it with the tip of her finger. She felt her lust for Brandon taking over. "I don't think I'll ever get enough of this." She said with a husky voice.
Brandon squirmed in his seat. "I don't think I will either." He said moaning. He set the cruise control, then lifted himself off the seat slightly, swerving slightly on the highway.
Sandy laughed. "Be careful baby." She shoved her hand further inside his shorts, cupped his balls, then gently pulled them up, giving her greater access to them. She lightly stroked his smooth balls and shaft, feeling his pre-cum oozing from the head. She scooped it off with her finger, then brought it to her mouth. "Mmmm! Delicious! I do love your taste."
Brandon couldn't help but laugh. "If this is what they mean by 'having you by the balls' then you can have me by the balls anytime you want." He saw the next road sign. "Truck stop is a mile up the road."
"Oh too bad!" Sandy said teasingly. "Should we keep going?" She asked as she stroked the length of his cock, then softly caressed his nut sack.
Brandon laughed. She made him do that a lot. "You teasing bitch!" He looked at the gas gauge. "We have to stop. We're below a quarter tank."
"OK! If we must." Sandy said with a mocking pout on her face. She continued to stroke his cock till he pulled onto the exit ramp.
Brandon pulled into the truck stop and headed for the first available pump. The place was just about empty except for a few travelers and a back lot that was full of over the road truckers sleeping in their cabs. "Wait for me. After I fill-up we can go use the restrooms and get a snack and something to drink." He quickly zipped himself back up and jumped out of the truck.