I had been out on the road for about two weeks driving an 18-wheeler cross country. I was at a truck stop outside of Tampa pretty much minding my own business. I got fuel for the truck, took a shower and something to eat. I screwed around in the arcade playing video games for awhile just to kill time until I had to call in.
I called my dispatcher from a bank of pay phones and got instructions for picking up a load in St. Pete later that night. I was turning to go back to my truck when one of the pay phones began to ring. I stopped to look around to see if anyone was waiting for a call. It was fairly early in the day and there weren’t many truckers around and none by the phones other than me. I picked up the phone hoping to be helpful and tell the caller that it was either a wrong number or that whoever they were calling wasn’t around. On the other end of the phone was a very sexy female voice.
“Are you alone?” the caller wanted to know.
“Yep. I’m the only one here right now,” I replied again trying to be helpful.
“I was wondering if you could help me?” she asked.
“”Sure. If I can.”
“Are you big?”
Knowing there are two questions being asked I take the safer route. “Well I’m six foot one and weigh about 220.”
“Oh, that sounds nice. Are you going to be at the truck stop long?”
“No. I’m on my way over to St. Pete. I’ve got a load to pick up there tonight.” I tell her.
“Do you think you might have a load for me? I really like it rough. Could you be rough with me and use me as you please?” is the next question.
Now having been on the road for two weeks can take its toll. I never have paid for sex, mostly because I’m cheap. But the thought of possibly finding some horny wife that wanted to play around with a truck driver had a certain erotic appeal to it. Especially one so willingly slutty.
“Tell me where you will be and I’ll come by and see you at six o’clock and you can do whatever you want with me in the back of your truck,” she tells me in a whisper.
I give her the information and begin to think that it was probably someone at the truck stop just fucking with me. She describes the car she is going to be in and gives me a channel on the CB and asks me for my handle and gives me hers. I head out to the truck still thinking the whole thing was some kind of game.
I get to my truck and look at the map to review the directions my dispatcher gave me against my map, feeling fairly certain I can find where I’m going. Before I leave the parking lot I change the CB radio channel.
I’m surprised to hear the voice that was on the phone now on the radio. She confirms who I am and where I am going and asks me to have my radio on at six in case there is any trouble finding me. Now I’m starting to worry about a set up to be robbed or something. I get to my destination, and after making sure the doors are locked and my gun is close by, I take a nap.
Sleep wasn’t easy. I was horny by the possibilities of getting laid by means other than my own. I get up and go across the street to a convenience store. I get something to eat and drink and as I walk to the register I pass the required small personal items rack. I pick up a pack of condoms and go check out.
I get back to my truck and turn on the CB and wait. I take my wallet and hide it in the truck with all my money so there is no chance it will be stolen while I am preoccupied. I also put on a jacket and slip my pistol in the pocket. At exactly six p.m. a car pulls back to where I am parked. My hand slips into the jacket pocket as the car door shuts. The truck door opens and in climbs…a guy.
“What the fuck…” I say starting to pull the gun from my pocket.
“Let me explain,” the man implores.
“Explain fast, buddy,” I tell him. He knows fully well why my hand is in my jacket pocket during the middle of summer in Florida.
“You talked to my wife. She sent me here,” he rattles.
“Sent you here for what. Ain’t no way I’m going anywhere with you.”
“Please, this is hard enough for me. My wife found out I was bi. It almost tore our marriage apart. She found out that I like to be used by other men. But I still love her and want to be with her. We made a compromise that we both enjoy,” he tells me.
“Go on,” I tell him relaxing my grip.
“After the initial shock, she started to get turned on to the idea. She works at the truck stop where she called you. She picked you out for me. She told me to tell you that if it was up to her you could have both of us tonight, but she has to work.”
“So you’re telling me she sets truckers up to fuck you.”
“She sets truckers up to use me. I am required, by my wife and what I like, to do whatever you want. You can be gentle with me or as rough as you want. There is no expectation of you doing anything except using me to get off. Just think about it, will ya?” he asks.
Think I did. I had gotten myself all worked up since the phone call earlier in the day. Granted I had expected a woman, and had never been with a man, but at the moment I was thinking with the head below my belt and not the one above my shoulders.
