Chapter 1
It was hot as hell and the only thing that I wanted besides a hot coffee was sleeping like the dead. It was night and the moon was full; the hot air was making me tense and despite the fact that I had to drive all night, I was going to stop at the next roadside cafe and drink some well-earned coffee. I could feel my body complaining and as soon as I unloaded the truck, I was hitting the bed and sleep for two days.
When I spotted a cafe I sighed and parked the truck. I really needed to get some coffee to wake me up bur the last thing I expected was to enter in the middle of a fight. Some girl was crying, some guy was trashing the place and the few costumers were trying to calm things down. Another woman was on the phone probably calling the police. So much for my coffee... even less my so desired rest. As a truck driver, I need to follow some rules, like don't drink and drive, don't get in fights of any kind and don't harass people. Basically, you don't do anything that could put you and your job in jeopardy. Being a truck driver involves long nights and days, many miles alone listening to crappy songs on the radio but most of all, what you just need is a heavy dose of patience and love for curvy road.
I just wanted a hot cup of coffee despite the heat outside. I had still many miles to go and the road at night is dangerous without being fully awake. The only thing I could do was wait for the police to arrive and calm things down. Surely, the sirens of the police car could be already heard and within minutes the patrol car was in the parking lot.
While I was minding my own business, I heard some words were and there about the situation. Short story: hot girl, crazy possessive jerk and one bad look and boom... stupid guy jumps another guy for looking at his girl. Talk about the heat and the full moon making people doing crazy stuff.
Finally, the cops take the crazy guy away, the few people that were still around left and the waitress came to my table and in the most annoyed tone said, "Do you want anything or you were just watching?"
"Coffee, I just want a large cup of coffee, if that's no trouble." She looked at me as if I was some sort of bug and off she went to get it. Usually I don't get this kind of treatment, quite the opposite in fact, but taking into account all that had happened, I gave the girl some slack.
I looked around and the fight girl was getting out of the bathroom and sure enough, she was fucking hot. Blue eyes, black hair almost to her waist and man, legs that could stop traffic. Wearing a pink top showing her sexy belly button and shorts very short, I could understand the looks she was receiving and why the guy went crazy. My mind conjured all sorts of thoughts, including thoughts of those legs around my waist while I was pumping my cock in and out of her. Talk about hot...
She looked at me and started to walk in my direction. I just kept on looking at her and she said, "I'm sorry but, I know you don't know me and that maybe you think I'm crazy but, can you give me a lift? I mean, if you're going my way... there isn't anybody here for me to ask and my friend was taken by the police... and my cousin can't pick me up... I'm sorry." My mind was foggy and all I could think of was her fucking naked in my truck.
"My name is Anne, by the way." She was a little nervous and embarrassed and looking at me like I was her all problems solution.
"Here's your coffee, pal," the waitress said, "You can pay it on your way out. YouΒ΄re still here, sugar? Better get going now; I don't want another fight because of you."
The girl got a little teary and I hear myself saying, "Name's Jake. I'm going to Pasadena. I'm a truck driver." And just like that, her eyes started to shine and she gave me a big smile.
"Great, I'm going to South Houston; you can just leave me there and then I get a bus. Thank you so much, let me pay for your coffee." I drank the coffee too fast and almost burned my tongue. I followed her to the pay station admiring the way her hips moved, watching that perfect ass fill those tiny shorts and thinking to myself, "Jake boy, what a fucking mess you're getting in."
Chapter 2
"You know Anne, usually I don't go offering rides to strangers. I can lose my job if someone sees or hear something about it, so in exchange for my help, I appreciate if you kept quiet about it, ok?"
"Of course, I'm so sorry to put you in the middle of my troubles but I couldn't reach anyone else..."
I was curious to know why she didn't go with her friend and decided to ask her that. "Why didn't you go with the police?" I noticed that she hesitated before answering me.
"I told them that I didn't know the two guys... I don't want to spend the night in jail or waiting for that jerk." she said while we were walking to the truck. When we reach it, I needed to help her to get in and sure enough, I had to touch her.
"Sorry but I need to push you inside. You're small and the truck's big and I need to touch you, ok?"
"Oh, sure, that's ok." She said smiling at me. That tight ass was within my reach and I could grab a feel but instead I controlled myself and just pushed her inside.
Man, I was with a hard on and getting more uncomfortable by the minute. I tried to arrange my swelling cock inside my pants but my tight jeans were making that task a very difficult one. Thank God I wasn't wearing my sweatpants; she would get an eyeful for sure.
"So, Anne, tell me why you lied to the police? Since that I've broken some rules here, I think I deserve to know the truth." I told her in a no nonsense tone, while I started the engine. She shifted uncomfortably in the seat and staring straight ahead into the night, she put her hair in a ponytail and wet her lips before answering me.
"Well, I didn't want to go with the police and those two jerks. It was all a big misunderstanding. I mean, yeah, I know Bob, that jerk, but the other one was really a stranger. Bob is a friend of a friend and since I'm moving to South Houston, he offered to help me. I already sent my stuff so this was the last time that I needed him. Since he was going my way too, the help was welcome. He isn't my boyfriend but he thought that he could push me around and do things his way and maybe get in my pants, you know? Like, 'hey, baby, since I'm helping you and all that, maybe we could get together and all that kind of shit' and I said, no, thanks. But he went crazy and the other guy at the dinner said something about me and you know the rest."
"Hum... ok. So, why are you moving to South Houston?" I said, trying to make small talk.
"Oh, just trying to make a better living, you know? My cousin is there and she's going to help me for a while until I get a job."
"Ok." As I really suck at small talk and could not think of anything more to say, I focused straight ahead at the road trying not to think about those legs, bare belly and tits. I was doomed to sexual frustration.
"I'm very thankful for your help and I can't ever pay you for it but if there's anything that I can do for you, please, just let me know, ok?" she said. In my mind, thoughts of those lips around my dick, of her on all four while I was fucking her from behind were making me almost incapable to talk.
"That's ok. Everything is fine but please, don't tell anybody that I offered you a ride." She nodded her head yes and for some miles, those were the last words spoken.
Chapter 3