I just turned 45 years old and had been a coast to coast mover/trucker for half my life. My strength and ability to go without sleep helped me to make good money. My new tractor had the power and speed to get across the country quickly. The pay was a share of the line-haul so it helped that I owned the trailer too so I got a bigger percentage.
It was a lonely life. Women found along the road fell into two categories; Truck-stop hookers, commonly called lot lizards. Lot lizards would often go with a driver to get to new locations where the market might be better for their services. Paid sex was never satisfying to me and who knows what diseases they carried.
The second type was looking for a husband with a big paycheck. This second type would share a lot of consensual sex and then try to spring the trap shut. Usually I was running too hard to waste a lot of time with either type or to hang around truck stops. I wanted a partner; a woman that would be with me because we both wanted to be together and have a lot of sex because we both enjoyed it. Beyond that I do not know what I wanted.
I emptied out in Portland Oregon and then loaded enough shipments to fill my trailer right from Portland. The final destination would be Bangor Maine. Not a common destination and I had friends there so I would ask the dispatcher not to reload me right away. It had been months since I had taken time off and 5 or 6 years since I had seen Bill, Lew, and the gang
I was trying to get to Bangor in a hurry but I had stops in Plattsburgh, New York, Burlington, Vermont, and Concord, New Hampshire first. And then I finally arrived. Bangor had not changed as much as some places had but my local friends were quick to point out what was new since my last visit. Lew was living with the same girl and Bill still had a string of girls he was lying to. There was nothing much new there. Not that I am against polygamy but be honest about it.
My shipment was easy to unload in the morning. It was the belongings of a college girl returning home after dropping out of college in Oregon. I had picked up the shipment out of storage so she was already home arguing with her single parent mother. It seems that the girl, Tammy had walked away from a full scholarship for no better reason than she was bored of school. Mother and daughter were both sexy. Tammy was the oldest daughter, just turned 20. She was a lot hotter than 19 year old Linda.
I couldn't help noticing that the 40 year old mother, Charlene was a looker too, with a nice little body. So were the 3 daughters for that matter. Charlene kept smiling at me and I wondered if I could bed her while I was in town.
When the household goods were unloaded, it was now or never. "Charlene, I have friends in town. How would you like to join us for dinner?"
"Where are you going?"
"Let me use your phone. If you don't like their choice, we can go to yours. I hope we can take your car. My rig is 75 feet long and not all that easy to park." Usually it is not impossible to find a place to hang it but I wanted to give her a feeling of control.
Since it was my first night in town, Lew had picked out a great local lobster restaurant. Maine lobster is famous the world over but even the locals considered it a treat.
Lew and his girl, Bill and his date and Charlene and I all loved the venue. It was quaint, lobster traps and fishing gear hanging from the walls, great service and Maine lobster. The sides were incredible. We all had a couple drinks and enjoyed each other's company.
But the more Bill drank, the more he hit on Charlene. When it got too bad, Charlene let him know that she didn't like it. His date excused her-self and said she was going to the powder room and she never came back.
Then Charlene whispered that she wanted to go. As she drove along the city streets Charlene's skirt seemed to get higher and higher. When my hand found the way to her knee, she did not flinch. As it traveled up her shapely leg she spread her legs slightly. But when it found her pussy, she pulled my hand out and said, "How do you expect me to drive like this?"
"Then let's go sit in my truck."
As soon as we got in the truck I maneuvered her back into the sleeper. We lay back and started kissing. Our mouths opened and our tongues explored. Our hands were all over each other. Then my mouth found one of her 32-B tits. She grabbed my swollen member and it felt so good after a long time with no sex. My hand was inside her panties massaging her clit and I happily assumed that we both had passed the point of no return. But it was not going to happen. My plan was to get into position for 69 next.
