At 45 years old, I 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. After moving my new Girlfriend, Charlene across to Springfield, Missouri, I had taken her middle daughter Linda's best friend, Regina on the truck with me when I left home in Springfield Missouri. We emptied out in Florida and had a few days to play in the Keys. She was petite, beautiful, and incredible in bed.
When I finally loaded my big Key West shipment, it was going to San Diego. So were the rest of my shipments out of Ft. Walton Beach and Pensacola. Regina and I found time to fuck twice a day and were happy. But it was too good to last. When I told Charlene that I was loaded from Florida to San Diego so I would be going across the bottom of the country she was upset. Then she said, "May I fly down and join you?"
"Let me figure out where is a good place to meet."
Regina was mad but she said that she knew that I had to service Charlene. She seemed to be crying. I was upset too. I thought that I could keep Regina for the trip across the country and back. A happy trip had turned terribly sad.
We made love before her plane, but it was not the same. It was not red hot passion but sad and solemn. I did not cum and neither did she. We walked into the terminal at Baton Rouge like we were walking into a funeral. When her flight left, I called Charlene to tell her to come now. She could not come! OMG!! What have I done? Why didn't I call her before Regina boarded her plane?
In more than 20 years driving coast to coast and mostly alone, I had never been truly lonely; until now. The big easy, became the big empty. Texas was just plain lonely. When I finally called Regina to make sure that she made it home safe, she said that Linda told her that she and her 17 year old kid-sister, Tina had caused some trouble so that Charlene could not go. Regina turned down an invitation to fly into Houston because she needed to stay home for a bit. Hearing the sadness in my voice, she promised to make more trips if invited. Back then, there was never DOT on I-10 in Texas so I drove straight across to El Paso, and then got my logs presentable before going into New Mexico.
The empty, desolate feeling only got worse so I stopped at the truck-stop in Albuquerque and checked into the motel next door. Maybe a night's sleep and a day off would make things look less gloomy. For whatever reason, I called Regina again from the truck-stop phones. We were happy to hear from each other and talked for a long time. When I finally sat down in the restaurant, there was an attractive woman, alone in the next booth. Maria was about 35 or 40, petite, but bigger than Regina, and had a quick smile.
As Maria and I talked, I got the feeling she was lonely, although she never admitted it. Soon, I invited her to my booth and she accepted. The move was difficult for her so I jumped up to help. Unsure if she was handicapped or drunk, I did not mention it. We talked about Albuquerque and anything else that came to mind. Then she told me that she had a slight handicap that made it difficult to walk. We kept talking about anything to keep the conversation going and finally she said, "Do you need to leave?"
"No Maria, I have a room and plan on goofing off here."
"Sorry, Bruce, but usually when guys find out that I am handicapped, they have to go."
"Why? You are beautiful, intelligent, and fun to talk to. I want to know you better."
"Wow, if you wanted to make points, you just did."
"Can you walk next door? The waitress is getting antsy and we can talk as long as we want in my room."
"Sure."
As we sat on the couch in my room, the manager came banging on the door, yelling that I had checked in as one person and 2 cost more so I owe him money.
