Your erotic stories

Unlike a lot of stories in this site that I’m sure are total fiction, this one is mostly true. The names and parts of the story have been fictionalized.

I’ve been a trucker for 20 years now and recently had a sexual experience I’d like to share. Long distance trucking is a solitary life and there isn’t much sex when the little lady is thousands of miles away back home.

This wasn’t the first time I’d cheated on my wife, but it was the first time I didn’t pay money for it. I don’t feel all that guilty about it because my wife, Cathy hasn’t exactly been faithful to me. I know she’s had several affairs and an untold number of one-night stand lovers, but that’s another story I might write about on another day.

I had just left a greasy spoon restaurant at one of my regular stops along I-80 near Reno one night and saw an attractive young lady climbing out of a truck cab. Then the truck pulled away and the young lady began looking around, appearing rather lost. I watched for awhile as she rifled through her backpack.

She was young and pretty, maybe 21 at most, and looked a lot like my wife did 20 years ago. She was tall for a girl, thin, stringy brunette hair cropped short, and not much of a figure. There were only two slight bumps on her posterior and even smaller bumps on her upper chest, so I figured she didn’t have much of an ass and even less in the tit department. That’s okay. I like women that way. Cathy was an A-cup. But this girl was a lot prettier and had a sexy way about her I found alluring from across the parking lot. She seemed to be looking around, figuring out what to do. She looked at the restaurant like a hungry person with not enough money.

So I walked over and told her she was real pretty but looked like she could use a good meal. She laughed, and told me she had always been thin, and yes, she was hungry but didn’t have a lot of money left to buy dinner. I lied and said I was just going in for a bite instead of just finishing, and told her I’d buy her a burger if she’d join me.

After ordering our burgers and fries, she told me her name was Lisa and she was an ex-community college student who had just flunked out and was making her way east to get a fresh start. She had had a fight with the boyfriend she’d been living with. He had punched her when he lost his temper during an argument and she ran out and never dared to go back for her stuff. The only clothing and possessions she had was what she had left at the old apartment she had shared with a girl friend before she moved in with her asshole boyfriend.

For the next two hours, she poured her heart out to me, with her eyes tearing up a few times. I just listened and stared into her beautiful face, admiring her youthful beauty and lively eyes. She had a sweet vulnerable anture, but make no mistake, she was one tough little bitch too. She used curse words like one of us truckers, and obviously didn’t take any crap from anyone. She was definitely a free and independent type that didn’t like to be controlled by a man. I didn’t expect anything from her except some company for a short while, and that’s pretty much what I got while she swirled the last of her fries in ketchup and slowly nibbled away at the hamburger.

I asked her what her plans were and she said she was hitchhiking back across the country to her divorced mom’s house in New York. I told her that was dangerous for a pretty young lady like her, but she laughed and said confidently she could take care of herself. She said she was choosy about who she rode with and had just gotten a ride from Sacramento from a nice trucker who was headed to Vegas. I offered to take her as far as New Jersey if she wanted. She looked at me with a combination of suspicion and serious consideration.

“I’m just offering a ride, nothing more,” I lied convincingly. I acted kind and fatherly, but all I wanted to do was jump her bones.

“Ok. You seem like a nice guy. Sure. Thanks.”

“I’m going to drive a couple more hours tonight and then stay over at a truck stop ahead where there’s a clean little motel I usually stay at. You’re welcome to tag along if you want. Rooms are cheap, or if you can’t afford it, you can sleep in my truck.

She looked deeply in my eyes wondering if I was putting the moves on her. I had designs on her all right, but I had to act cool to keep from scaring her off.

“Look sweetie. I’m married and almost old enough to be your father. I’m just offering you a ride, that’s all.”

After a short pause she said “Ok. Thanks.”

For the next 175 miles we talked nonstop. She asked me about my wife, and I asked her more about how she flunked out of school. She admitted her ex-boyfriend had gotten her into using drugs. She had spent all of her money and let her studies slip until she had so many F’s she had to quit.

In Winnemucca, I pulled into the truck parking area, grabbed some clothes and my toiletry bag from the back and got ready to head over to the motel office to check-in.

“Look girl, you can sleep in here but it gets cold at night. If you want to share the room, you’re welcome to. No funny stuff. The rooms have two beds. You can trust me and be warm, or you can be cautious and stay out here and freeze that cute little ass off. It’s your call.” Before she could answer I started climbing out of the cab. She looked at me silently as I closed the door. I walked to the motel office and made sure I got a room with twin beds in case she changed her mind. Sure enough she did. When I came out of the motel office, she was standing there.

“It’s just sleeping. No funny stuff, right?”

“Right.”

“Ok”

I unlocked the door and let her walk in first. It wasn’t the Hyatt but it wasn’t bad for the money. She dropped her backpack on the far twin bed and headed into the bathroom. I sat on the bed waiting for my turn to clean up and change clothes. After I changed and brushed my teeth, I found the room was mostly dark and there was a lump under the covers of the far bed, facing away from me.

Next morning, we took turns showering, got some free coffee at the office, and then climbed into the truck and headed east. We talked for a couple hours and I got to know her pretty well. She asked me questions about myself, but I kept my answers short and always turned the conversation back around to her. She liked talking about herself, and I didn’t mind some company for a change.

“You’re a really good listener,” she told me just before she drifted off to sleep.

Lisa woke when I pulled off an exit for lunch at a fast food place. She said she wasn’t hungry and wouldn’t let me buy her anything. But she did finish the last of my fries. Then she talked my ear off all afternoon as we drove through Utah and into Wyoming. I smiled, nodded, and pretended to listen closely. I looked over at her a lot, heard about half of what she said, but mostly drank in her thin female form when she wasn’t looking at me, and into her lovely eyes when she was. As she droned on about wanting to go back to school and get her degree someday, I daydreamed about fucking the shit out of her. As my day dream progressed, my dick got hard and I squirmed in my seat to hide my erection.

Normally, I stop every other night at motels for a bed and a shower and sleep in the truck on the alternate nights. But with Lisa, I figured I’d splurge on cheap motels each night, in the far-fetched fantasy I might get lucky. Maybe it was not so far-fetched. She was definitely warming up to me, but probably more as a father-figure than a lover.

That night I registered at a Motel 6 and made the same offer as the previous night, and she quickly agreed. Nothing much happened that night either, except that she forgot her hairbrush when she went into the shower and asked me to hand it to her. The room was steamy and she was mostly covered by the thin towel, but a quick glance inside the partly-opened door at her near-naked body was enough to give me an instant erection. Having no bathrobe, she put her dirty clothes back on and climbed into her bed and took her clothes off under the covers and laid them on the floor next to the bed. I jerked off in the shower thinking about the naked girl in my motel room, fantasizing about walking out, yanking the bed sheets off, seeing her fully nude, and then fucking her hard and fast. When I got into my bed, I could hear the deep breathing from the other bed that told me she was sound asleep. I was tempted to sneak over, lift the covers slightly and get a peek at her nakedness but didn’t dare wake her.

Our third day together went the same. Lisa jabbered on and on while I drove and pretended to listen and care about everything she said. I asked her lots of questions about herself and she kept talking until she finally seemed to run out of things to say and took a nap. That night, she let me buy her dinner at a Denny’s but she insisted on leaving the tip. I didn’t argue.

We drove on for another 20 minutes and got a room at another of my usual flea-bag motels along the route. This one isn’t as nice or clean as the others, but it’s still only $19.95 a night for “regulars” like me. The rooms are small and there’s only one queen-sized bed. When she entered the room and saw there was only one bed, she looked at me as if I had done it on purpose. (I had).

“All the rooms are like this. Sorry. That’s all they have.”

“What are we going to do?” she mumbled without looking at me.

“Well you can sleep in the truck. . .”

“How about if you get me an extra blanket and I’ll sleep on the floor? Lisa said flatly. She was probably hoping I’d be a gentleman and offer her the bed and sleep on the floor myself, but I nonchalantly told her there was an extra pillow and blanket in the closet.

She found the blanket and brought it into the shower with her and used it as a bathrobe when she came out. A white bath towel was wrapped around her wet hair.

“Your turn,” she told me. “Hey, you happen to have a hair dryer in that bag of yours?”

“Actually yes,” I said. “I still carry it. My hair was a lot longer a few years back. I still use it to dry my underwear when I wash things in the sink.” I handed it to her and went in to shower. I forgot to bring in my clean underwear, and when I stepped back out to retrieve it off the bed, she was sitting at the desk with her back to me. The blanket/robe had slipped off her shoulders when she raised her arms to brush her hair. When she heard me getting my stuff, she modestly wrapped the blanket back up around her shoulders, but not before I got a quick look at her flat tits stretched tight by her uplifted arm in the mirror in front of her. They were very sexy and a welcome sight for lonely old guy like me.

“Sorry,” I mumbled as I headed back into the bathroom.

When I came out of the shower dressed in nothing but my boxer shorts, she wasn’t sleeping on the floor. She was lying under the covers on the far side of the big bed, looking over at me.

I was surprised and speechless.

“No funny stuff,” was all she said.

“Yep.”

I turned off the light and got into bed next to her and lay on my back. A small tent formed in the blanket area near my crotch as I could not help myself from thinking about the lovely naked girl just an inch from my elbow.

For the next 10 minutes I lay motionless on my back after she rolled away from me and fell asleep. I was still wide awake, fantasizing about having sex with her, and desperately wanting to fulfill my desire. Masturbating was out of the question, though. I would have been mortified if she had awakened and caught me.

I drifted off to sleep myself. I don’t know how much time went by because the clock was on her side of the bed, but I was gently awakened by the awareness that there was something warm touching my right side. As I fully wakened, I discovered Lisa sound asleep, snoring lightly, cuddled up next to me with her arm across my chest. Her nakedness felt warm and arousing against my skin. I even felt the roughness of her public hair against the outside of my hip. As she lay sleeping, my cock rose to full length. I let my erection slip through the slit in the front of my boxers as I tried to figure out how I could get my engorged member inside that warm wet place between her long lovely legs.

She seemed to be sound asleep, and didn’t react when I brushed my hand against her upper arm. Then I slid my hand around the pillow until I could rest it on her shoulder and gently tug her closer. She made a quiet murmuring sound and sleepily snuggled up to me with her head on my shoulder and her whole arm across my chest. My wife sometimes held me like that after we had sex. It always felt nice, but the position always made it hard for me to sleep comfortably. But I sure wasn’t about to push Lisa away and figured if she woke up, I’d pretend I was asleep.

Her breathing was deep and slow, and I felt some soft flesh pressed against my chest that I knew had to be one of her A-cup tits flattened against my ribcage. My hand wiped lightly back and forth between her shoulder blades, and she moaned softly in her sleep. Maybe she dreamed she was cuddling with her boyfriend, but I didn’t care. It felt nice, and my cock was hard and throbbing. When she didn’t waken, I gradually became bolder and began stroking her back very lightly as she snuggled against me. Several minutes later, she seemed to react, so I paused. She never seemed to waken fully, but rolled off me and onto her back.

When her deep breathing resumed, I decided to return the favor of an embrace. This time, I slid closer to her, rolled on my side and lay my arm across her chest and put my face against her bony shoulder My hard cock was pressing against her upper thigh, and I let it throb against her warm skin as my fingers gently swirled small light circles near her collarbone. Her deep breathing continued but I also heard some very soft moans between the slow rhythmic rises and falls of her chest. I brushed the blanket off her slightly so I could see her skin in the soft light that sneaked past the edge of the window shade. Her breasts had almost disappeared now that she was lying on her back but the areoles were large and dark brown and the nipples looked like they were dying to be sucked. I wanted to, but didn’t dare. But seeing her naked chest further aroused me and I wondered if I might cum just from the friction of my cockhead against her thigh.

I wanted to touch the soft tit flesh a few inches below the bony collarbone area I was gently massaging. Getting hornier by the minute, I asked my self what I had to lose. The worst that could happen is she’d awake, slap me, and take off in the middle of the night. So I slowly widened my slow gentle circles until I felt the flesh soften and my fingertips brush against her nipple. She moaned sleepily but didn’t move. Her soft and steady breathing emboldened me to touch the nipple further until I felt it hardening and rising. It was now like a little pencil eraser and there were soft moans between her light snoring. Soon my hand was covering her tit and my palm rubbed gently against the erect nipple.

At one point, she seemed to waken partially and shift position slightly, but the weight of my arm held her in place. I stopped moving but kept my hand on her tit until she began snoring softly again. The sleepy soft moans continued as I gently massaged her breast. Then I enlarged my circles and made slow sweeps of her skin until my hand was caressing her stomach and lingering in the low-lying abs between the bony crests of her hips.

I was no longer sure she was still fully asleep anymore, but her eyes were closed, and her breathing was deep and slow. With nothing to lose, I forged ahead. I swept my hand lower until it grazed the pubic mound and contacted the hairs of her bush. She stirred slightly but seemed to continue sleeping. A few minutes later, my finger found the top of her slit and lightly brushed it. There was a soft moan and a shift of her hips but nothing more. I repeated it and she moaned and shifted again, still breathing deeply with her eyes closed.

I decided to push my luck further and pressed my long finger lightly between her cunt lips each time my slow circles swept her crotch. Her legs seemed to widen slightly each time I grazed her clit. The moans became a bit deeper so I kept going.

Maybe she was awake by then, maybe not. Maybe she was half asleep and was dreaming of her boyfriend. But I continued to finger her and her moans deepened and her breathing started to speed up. I worked her gradually until I felt her lower body rising up a half inch or so, seemingly to increase the amount of pressure my fingertip was sweeping over the sensitive bump between her cunt lips. Her head rolled away from me, and she moaned deeply.

I figured she had to be at least partially awake by then, but since she hadn’t sat up and slapped me, I pursued my ministrations. Within a few minutes, she was moaning perceptibly as I fingered her quickly and expertly. The moans got louder, the breathing quickened, and just as I was about to give up before I got caught molesting her, her back arched and she sucked in and held a deep breath. I diddled her clit gently and her whole body quivered. There was a long moan and a sigh before her body collapsed back and she exhaled slowly. The moisture between her pussy lips and the sweet smell of female juices convinced me she had orgasmed. I slowly massaged her cunt lips as her breathing returned to normal.

Her eyes were still closed and there seemed to be a slight smile on her peaceful face. Not knowing what else to do, I began sweeping my fingertip between her lips and lightly brushing her clit again, making her quiver slightly with each contact. I began fingering her toward another orgasm, but this time I was sure she was at least half conscious. I touched her gently for several minutes. Her body was responding more this time, and though her eyes were closed, I could tell she was nearing another orgasm. When she let out a groan, I panicked and pulled my hand away, expecting her eyes to fly open any second. I waited for the slap, but she lay there, with eyes still shut, as her soft voice broke the silence.

“Jesus, don’t stop now,” she whispered

That was all the encouragement I needed. My finger was back between her pussy lips and diddling her clit before I could think about it. Soon she was moaning and groaning again. A few minutes later, her body arched and stiffened, and she came again in another quiet but deep climax. I paused a moment for her pleasure to subside and then began brushing her clit again. I could tell she was enjoying it and I had her about halfway to her third orgasm, when I slid my finger down, and inserted it into her wet vagina momentarily. I swept up some juices and spread it over her engorged clitoris. I switched tactics and began finger-fucking her with my long finger and sweeping her clit with a fingertip as she moaned and breathed deeply. Her body arched to meet my finger, and within several more minutes, I felt her cunt muscles contract around my finger. She sucked in a deep breath, held it and convulsed like someone having a seizure. This time, she burst out with a loud but muffled scream, and then collapsed heavily into the mattress. She was breathing hard and I held her in a tight embrace. Her heart was pounding against my chest. I kissed her softly on the forehead and lightly caressed her back as she regained normal composure.

I went back to fingering her some more and she kept lying there with her eyes closed. After cumming five times, she seemed totally relaxed and ready to go back to sleep, but my cock was inflamed and pounding. I needed release. I figured if she wouldn’t let me fuck her, I was going to have to go to the bathroom and jerk off before my balls burst like an overfilled balloon.

She didn’t seem to be encouraging anything more, so I slid my hand up and began massaging her tit. She let me. I rolled the erect nipple between my thumb and forefinger, but it only seemed to relax her more, and her body returned to a coma-like repose. I didn’t want her to fall back asleep. I wanted to fuck her brains out or have her suck mine out through my penis.

When her head rolled limply away from me, I reached down and began gently finger-fucking her again. But she took my hand and pulled it away from her, and gently lay it aside. She was signaling she was done, the same way my wife Cathy does when she’s ready to go to sleep for the night.

But I was too horny to roll over and sleep and wasn’t about to let the night end there. I took her hand and pressed her palm against my rock hard cock and squeezed my cock with her hand. She let me squeeze it a few times, then pulled her hand away and partially rolled away from me.

“I need to sleep now,” she whispered. “Thank you. That was nice.”

I kissed her on the shoulder, spooned behind her, and reached around and grabbed a handful of tit flesh. She lay motionless for awhile. Then I rolled her onto her back again and began kissing my way across her shoulder toward her tits. It was obvious she wasn’t into it, but she didn’t say anything or try to stop me even when my lips reached her nipple and I sucked it lightly into my mouth. She let me play with her other tit in my fingers while I sucked the other one between my lips. Meanwhile, my cock was throbbing so badly, I felt I was little more than a stroke away from cumming.

She let out a sigh that was not a sigh of passion but of tolerance. Again, I know that sigh from having had sex with my often reluctant wife for the past 20 years. But I continued to suck Lisa’s tits, not because she wanted me to, but because I wanted to. She let me mouth them and play with them, but there was little response and no heavy breathing from her. But as my tongue flicked her nipple, I was encouraged that it was still hard and erect. The air was filled with her vaginal scent. But her head was turned away and she lay there limply.

It was clear that I wanted sex with her but she wasn’t interested in anything more. But I wanted more. I wanted it desperately.

I decided to make my move. Whenever I had fucked my wife when she acted like that, she always just spread her legs, let me enter her, let me pump her for a few minutes, then cum. Then we’d both roll over and go to sleep. I figured that even if Lisa wasn’t horny for me, I sure was horny for her.

I inserted my finger deeply in her cunt as I lightly bit her nipple. Her channel was still moist, but she moved her body slightly away from my invading finger rather than arch up to it. I pushed in and out of her a few times until I felt her hand lift my hand away from her crotch.

“No. Sorry. I can’t do that.” She whispered softly but kindly.

“Uh uh, baby. You got me ready to burst here. I gotta finish this.”

I rolled over on top of her, and she began trying to push me off.

“No, don’t” she said over and over. I ignored her. I reached down and led the tip of my cock toward her moist slit.

“No, stop. Stop. You promised you wouldn’t do this.”

“Don’t act like you don’t want this baby ‘cuz I know you do. I felt you orgasm five different times. Now it’s my turn.”

I adjusted my hips until my cockhead pressed against her pussy lips. My hand guided my rock hard missile into the tight crevice. She tried to squirm away but my weight held her in place. I dug my knees into the mattress between her legs and began pushing slowly and steadily until the tip of my cock slipped past the opening. Damn, she was the tightest little cunt I had ever fucked. I paused because she was pushing hard against me trying to get me off her. Then, with one hard thrust, I shoved my cock forward, burying myself the rest of the way inside her.

When she felt me enter her, she went limp. The deed was done. She had struggled and lost. I had raped her. I slowly pulled my throbbing cock backward and then began thrusting in and out slowly. I was ready to cum already but tried to slow it down. It felt so good, I didn’t want it to end. But my body betrayed me and just a few long slow strokes later I felt the juices inside my ball sack rising.

I shoved my cock deep into her, piercing her vagina as far as I could, then held myself there as she lay limp with her head turned away to one side. My cock convulsed as huge waves of pleasure swept over me. My cockhead began spurting gobs of jism against her cervix as a loud guttural sound burst from my between my gritted teeth. It was one of the best, longest, and strongest orgasms of my life, and it took me a long time to recover. My cock softened and reluctantly emerged from her soaked cunt with a pop.

I rolled on my back and we lay in silence for about twenty minutes or so. Finally she spoke.

“You promised no funny stuff. You raped me.”

I exhaled deeply.

“Well, once I saw you naked and felt your amazing body, I couldn’t help myself. I had to do it. I know it doesn’t mean much to you, but it was the best sex I have had in 20 years. Maybe in my whole life. I have never cum like that. It was incredible.”

“I didn’t give you permission to do that.”

“I know. I’m sorry.” I responded automatically.

But then I thought about it some more “No, wait. Hell no. I am not sorry. It was fucking great. Really great.”

“For YOU, yeah” she muttered.

“I know, but you sure seemed to enjoy what I was doing to you, too. I seem to recall you didn’t try to stop me then. . .”

“That was different.”

“How was that different?”

“It just was. I let you do that. I didn’t give you permission to fuck me.”

There was silence for about five more minutes while I considered apologizing, but the more I thought about the great sex I had just experienced and how great my cock felt when it was deep inside her, I became aroused.

“Look Lisa, I’m not going to apologize. You made me so fucking horny I couldn’t help myself. I was so aroused if I didn’t cum I would have burst.”

“Yeah, I understand that. I probably should have stopped you before it got that far.”

“But you didn’t. You wanted it. You let me get you off. Five times. It was so amazing I had to get off myself. I’m only human, you know.”

“Yeah, but you didn’t use a rubber. I can’t get pregnant, and I sure as hell don’t want to get any diseases. Shit, if you needed to cum so bad you should’ve asked for a blowjob. I would have given you that. But jesus, you probably gave me the goddam clap. Or worse.”

“I don’t have any diseases and I had a vasectomy six years ago, so you don’t have to worry about that.”

“Well, you shouldn’t have done what you did.”

I thought for a minute.

“You really would have sucked me off?”

She was silent, so I repeated myself.

She screwed up her face a bit and muttered, “yeah, probably.”

“Well, you can do that any time you want,” I said

“Hell no. Not now, not after you goddam raped me.”

“Yeah ok. Look I’m sorry, ok?”

There was silence, then we both fell off to sleep. The next morning we hardly spoke and she made no eye contact with me.

I bought us coffee and some danish and we stood and ate breakfast in silence.

“So, you still want to ride with me the rest of the way to New Jersey?”

She looked around at the nearly-deserted truck stop area, probably realizing she had very few other options.

“Sure,” she said with resignation as she went around and climbed up into the cab.

There was a long awkward silence and neither of us knew what to say, so we just got in the truck and headed east. It took awhile but eventually I was able to get her talking to me again. We talked about the dog she had when she was growing up. By afternoon, she was talking to me as if nothing had happened, but she still didn’t make any eye contact with me. Other than that, you’d never know anything was wrong. That night after a lot of cross-my-heart promises, we shared a room with twin beds. Her body language made it crystal clear she wasn’t interested in any kind of sex or physical contact, so I went straight to sleep.

It was a six-day trip. I drive about 500 miles a day. On the fifth day, she warmed up a lot. After stopping for food at an exit in Pennsylvania, just outside Philly, I parked at the usual motel and got a room.

“This is our last night, Lisa. I have to finish the drive and unload the trailer tomorrow morning. Then I load up and head straight back to Oakland. So, let me buy you a nice dinner. It’s the least I can do. I have really enjoyed your company. I really mean that. There’s a steakhouse across the road. Whataya say?”

“Sure, ok.” She didn’t seem enthusiastic, but was obviously hungry. “It’s the least you can do.”

Over dinner I asked her how she planned to finish her trip to her mom’s home in Yonkers. She shrugged her shoulders and said she’d probably have to hitchhike.

There was silence. When we finished dinner, I paid the bill and then took another $100 out of my wallet and gave it to her.

“Don’t hitchhike. Take a bus. I’ll drop you off at Greyhound before I dump my shit tomorrow.”

She didn’t take the money, so I persisted.

“Look Lisa. It’s dangerous out there. You might get picked up by someone like me. Maybe someone a lot worse. Take the bus. Please.”

“Yeah, that’s pretty damn funny coming from a man who raped me.”

“Take the money. Go Greyhound.” I stuffed the bill in her jacket pocket. She made no effort to remove it.

She said nothing more as we walked back to the motel and she waited outside while I checked in. The room was spacious with a nice clean bathroom and two king sized beds. She seemed to relax and act a lot more like before. She even laughed a few times at something on the TV.

After getting into our respective beds, I clicked off the TV and spoke to her softly.

“Lisa, I’m sorry about the other night for not respecting what you wanted. I should have respected you more. You are an amazing person. I really did enjoy our time together. I honestly enjoyed talking with you and getting to know you these last couple days. I loved feeling you cuddle up to me. I loved touching and caressing you and feeling you in my arms. I know I should have stopped at that point. I can’t tell you how sorry I am.”

“No, you’re not sorry. You already said you enjoyed it. But I appreciate the apology all the same. You are not a bad person. I liked meeting you too. If you were my age and not married, I might even have gone out with you.”

“Well, I’m sorry I ruined things.” I said it sincerely because I meant it.

There was silence for a few minutes. Then I heard her get up out of the bed and slide under the covers in the bed I was sleeping in.

“Can we just cuddle for awhile? Can you just do that and nothing more?”

I quickly agreed and took her in my arms. I held her tight and she nestled her face against my chest.

“You’re amazing. Some guy is going to be really lucky to get someone like you,” I said softly. “That ex boyfriend of yours was a real asshole.”

“Yeah, he was a pretty selfish lover, too. I don’t think he ever heard of the female orgasm,” she said with a laugh.

“What a crime,” I whispered.

“Well, your wife is a lucky woman.”

“You can’t tell HER that. She has plenty of boyfriends to keep her entertained while I’m on the road. I don’t think she misses me much. I’m basically a paycheck to her these days. That’s about all.”

“What a crime.”

I caressed her and pulled her close. Her small soft breasts squashed against my chest, and even though I tried to fight the feelings, my cock began to stir. Soon I had a full erection and did my best to hide it, but she was draped over me with her arm around my neck.

“Can I just kiss your breasts? That’s all. I promise. If you say no, that’s ok. I will do whatever you say.”

She lifted my hand and placed it on her right tit and said “Touch, don’t kiss.”

So I massaged her breast for a few minutes, and then moved to the other one. She seemed to groan very very softly so I decided to push my luck a bit farther. My hand slid down onto her stomach, and when there was no objection, I circled lower and lower.

When my fingertips touched her mound, she whispered to me “I don’t think that’s a very good idea.”

I stopped moving my hand immediately but left it on her lower abs.

“If you tell me to stop, I will.”

There was silence, which I interpreted as an ok to continue.

My hand slid down and my fingertip entered the valley between her outer lips. I quickly brushed her clit and made her shiver before she could change her mind.

“I don’t think this is a very good idea,” she repeated without much objection.

I swabbed and flicked her clit lightly a few times and then said

“If you tell me to stop, I will…”

When she didn’t say anything I began diddling her seriously. I sped up but touched her lighter and lighter as her breathing quickened. She arched again and convulsed in orgasm before collapsing into the mattress next to me.

I kissed her breasts as she lay heaving. My finger gently massaged the outside of her pussy as her orgasm slowly faded. I sucked the nipple into my mouth and scraped it gently with my teeth. I could tell she liked it.

I dared myself to go further. I began kissing her lower and lower. As my lips kissed her belly, she began to suck in breaths and hold them a long time before exhaling slowly and deeply. Meanwhile my fingertip brushed her swollen clit as my lips drew closer and closer to where my finger was working its magic.

“This isn’t a good idea,” she mumbled as I rearranged my body lower.

“I’ll stop if you tell me to,” I said as I gently pried her knees apart Her legs resisted the outward push for a few seconds, then relaxed and splayed open as I rolled myself between them and gradually moved in and began kissing my way up her inner thighs, completely ignoring her slit for now. I worked my way farther and farther up until I breathed in a deep noseful of her womanly scent. Her pussy was unshaven above the opening but her lips were bare and puffed out as if swollen from rough sex. Moisture glistened from the space between her pussy lips. She was ready. Oh yeah, She was definitely ready.

My tongue flicked its target and soon she was writhing and flailing like a wanton hooker in a porn movie. She had always been quiet before, but now she was moaning so loud I was sure the people in the room next door could hear her. I quickly brought her to orgasm and then gently licked her clit as her pleasure peaked and slowly subsided. I inserted a finger into her sopping wet cunt and touched my tongue again to her erect clitoris. I finger fucked her and licked her to orgasm three more times until she was so exhausted she collapsed and pleaded with me to stop.”

“Please. No more. I’ll die if you do that again.”

“You’re welcome,” I said as I rolled off and lay next to her on my side. I softly stroked her stomach and abs. “I guess I don’t have to ask you if you liked that.”

She chuckled softly. “Are all older guys as good in bed as you are?”

“Not all. I am sure there are a few better than me.”

She chuckled again.

“You bring out the best in me.” I told her.

“I have only had two boyfriends and neither one has ever done that to me.”

“An oral virgin?? Wow. I had no idea. I feel kinda privileged.”

“No, the privilege was mine,” she said.

“I’m glad. I kinda owed you, you know? I mean you gave me great sex the other night. The best I ever. .. well, I guess you really didn’t give it to me, I sorta took it.”

“Yeah, well.. . .”

I rolled on my back and she saw the tent in my boxer shorts.

“I see you were enjoying it a bit yourself.”

“Can’t help it. You’re so fucking sexy.”

“Me? No. I’m skinny. I have no chest. I’m definitely not that sexy.”

“Oh yes you are. I love girls like you. Always have. I even married one. She has the same figure as you, just not as pretty. And, to be completely honest, she was never as much fun to fuck as you. I swear to god… .”

I kept complimenting her as I felt her hand slide down and over my big belly and underneath the elastic band of my boxers. I sucked in a deep breath when she pushed my boxers off me and gripped my fully erect shaft.

I kept up the compliments as her hand probed my crotch. “You’re eyes are so pretty” I told her. “I love it when you smile,” I stammered between grunts of pleasure. “Oh god, yeah, you are definitely the sexiest and prettiest girl I have ever been with.”

Her hand began squeezing my cock shaft and lightly pumping it. Whenever her hand brushed the underside of my glans, I shook with a bolt of pleasure. She pumped me slowly and gently as I threw my head back and hoped she’d do more. She had talented fingers and I was actually enjoying the handjob she was giving me a lot, but I decided to ask her.

“You said the other day that if I asked. . .”

I didn’t even finish the sentence because I felt her body shift slightly.

Her lips grazed my nipple and upper chest, then slid lower down and over my belly. Goddamn. I knew then she was going to give me a blowjob. My cock throbbed in anticipation and I drew in a deep breath when her lips crossed my lower belly.

She took her time. She moved even slower than I had when I had given her oral. I was ready to explode when her hair grazed my cock. Then, when she moved her lips within an inch of my throbbing cockhead and blew lightly on it with her warm breath, I thought I would die. And when her lips finally wrapped tightly around the whole head, I immediately began to feel an orgasm building in my balls. Her tongue stretched out and pushed lightly at the small orifice at the top of my penis as her fist squeezed and pumped my shaft hard. Long before either of us was ready, my cock exploded.

A shockwave of pleasure ripped through me, as my back arched and my cock was shoved upward another inch deeper into her mouth. Before she could move, cum began spewing from my cock. Surprised and caught off guard, she opened her lips and pulled back slightly but then instantly moved her stretched lips back around my cockhead and sucked and pumped hard until I shivered and finally collapsed. She turned away and spit out most of what I had just deposited into her sweet mouth, then moved back and engulfed my whole cockhead with her tight lips and swirled the underside of the head with sweeps of her tongue. The orgasm that was already starting to fade jumped back in intensity for awhile longer and then slid away slowly as she licked my cockhead clean.

When I was finally spent, she lifted herself off me, wiped some cum off her cheek with the back of her wrist, then got up and walked to the bathroom. I heard her fill a water glass and drink.

When she returned to the bed, I watched her intently as she came toward me. The room was dark but I could see well enough to make out her luscious and lithe little body, her small but firm tits that sat high on her chest, her long athletic legs and the dark triangle of hair above her crotch. She was an amazing sight.

She got back into bed and cuddled up next to me. I stroked her hair and her face and then lightly swept my palm across her tit. She took my soft cock in her hand and gently squeezed and massaged it for several more minutes until we both fell off to sleep.

The next morning, I woke first, got out of bed. Her eyes opened but I told her it was still early and to go back to sleep while I showered. She did.

When I came out of the shower fully dressed, shaven, and refreshed. I was walking on air. I felt like that gangly teenager I had been in high school.

When she saw me she smiled, flipped the covers off her and got up and stood next to the bed, stark naked. Whatever modesty she had before was now gone. She had a tad of exhibitionist in her.

“I’m going to take a shower. Why don’t you get us some breakfast?” she said as she let me stare at her nude body.

She paused a few more seconds and let me drink her in and then casually walked to the bathroom and closed the door behind her.

“Fuck,”

When I returned with some hot coffee and Dunkin Donuts from across the street, she was dressed in her same old dirty clothes, and was brushing her wet hair. She didn’t eat more than a few bites of the donut, but drank the coffee down.

“Sorry. I probably smell pretty bad in these clothes. I’ve been wearing them all week.”

“Yeah, you do,” I joked. “No, seriously, not at all. All I can smell is shampoo. You look and smell great to me.” I paused staring at her.” You sure are pretty.”

She smiled at me in the mirror, put her brush in her backpack and got ready to leave. I went to grab my day case and toiletry bag, but stopped and turned around to face her.

I put a hand on each of her shoulders and pulled her closer. I kissed her gently on the forehead.

“Listen Lisa. Before I drive you to the Greyhound, I want to say how much I enjoyed meeting you and getting to know you. I especially enjoyed last night.”

“Last night was fun for me, too.”

I hugged her and we held each other close for a few seconds. My cock stirred. I hoped she didn’t’ notice but she did.

“I guess you ARE going to miss me, you horny old bastard”

I laughed.

“Yep. I don’t think I will ever meet anyone like you ever again. I won’t forget you,” I said with a note of schmaltz and exaggerated emotion. My eyes were moist from allergies not emotion, but she looked up at me kindly with her pretty green eyes and smiled slightly.

“You’ll forget about me by next week. You probably have a girl in every city.”

“Yeah right! An old fat trucker like me? Yeah right. I’m a real stud.”

“Well maybe you’re not a Hollywood type, but you are nice to talk to and a pretty decent lover.”

“No you’re the amazing one,” I sad sincerely. “This has been a once in a lifetime thing for me. I’ll never forget it.”

“Maybe,” but let’s make doubly sure.”

“Huh?” I stammered.

Gradually I felt her slip lower in my embrace. Lower and lower until she was kneeling in front of me. She looked up at me with her beautiful doe eyes, and grasped my belt from under the roll of fat of my admittedly-oversized belly.

She pulled open the belt buckle and undid the button before slowly unzipping it all the way down. I couldn’t believe it was happening. I felt like I had died and gone to heaven. By the time she reached inside the slit in the front of my boxers, I was already hardening. She fished it out and began giving me a handjob until I was fully erect. Then she went down on me.

I wish I could say I lasted a long time but I didn’t. I did last longer than the night before, but I was so aroused, I was peaking within a matter of minutes. This time she didn’t pull away. My knees began to buckle and I almost fell backward as I came in huge waves of pleasure and spurting semen. She wrapped her lips around the head of my cock and held it just behind her lips while I pumped it all over her tongue. This time she swallowed it all. I almost passed out it was so intense. In fact, after I peaked, I did sit down on the bed to recover for a minute or two while she rinsed her mouth out in the bathroom sink.

“Thank you. That was fucking amazing.” I told her.

“You’re welcome,” she said with a smile. “I didn’t know old guys had so much semen in them.”

“That was a lot?” I asked.

“Oh yeah. That felt like a cup full. I’ve given my boyfriends lots of blowjobs. I like doing it, and I’m not crazy about the aftertaste so I’m more of a spitter than a swallower. But my last boyfriend loved it when I pumped him and then swallowed it like I just did to you. He loved it. He’d go crazy and beg for another one. But I only did it for him on special occasions or when I was in an especially aroused mood, you know?”

I just nodded. I felt complimented that she obviously felt I was somehow special.

“I did it for you because I like you. Sort of my way of saying thanks.”

Even though I raped you? I was thinking. “Damn” was all I could say.

Back in the truck we talked nonstop about sex. We discussed our favorite things, favorite positions, etc. I just kept thinking I wished I was 15 years younger and 40 pounds lighter.

I drove her to the Greyhound and pulled the rig in a large lot where the extra busses were parked. “I guess I’ll leave you here. Sorry you have to walk a distance but this is as close as I can get to the terminal with this rig.”

“It’s ok. Really. Thanks again.”

“No. Thank YOU. It was the best week of my life, capped off by what you did just a little while ago.”

She smiled and looked down at the floor. “You liked that, huh?”

“Fuck yeah, it was amazing. It was so good I’m still hard.”

“Really? That’s pretty studly for an old fart like you.”

She leaned over to kiss me goodbye and we kissed on the lips for the first time. As she pulled away, she reached down and gave my cock a quick squeeze.

“You weren’t kidding; you really are hard down there. Did I do that to you?”

“Yeah. All that talk about sex just now, and thinking about the best blowjob ever, yeah, of course. . .”

She smiled at me wickedly and said, “well how ’bout one last one for the road?”

Next thing I knew she had unzipped my fly and her head was bouncing up and down on my swollen cock. I think she expected me to cum quickly again but this time I relished every smack of her tight lips and every hard pump of her fist on my shaft. My orgasm began building gradually until my cock was almost in pain from her rough and vigorous sucking and pumping. It felt like she was trying to pull the cum up out of me with her hand while her mouth acted like a vacuum. Finally when I could stand it no longer, I erupted. She sucked and swallowed most of it but some of my cum and her saliva dribbled onto the front of my pants leaving a wet spot.

She sat up, wiped her mouth on the back of her wrist and asked for a tissue. She spat a mouthful of cum and saliva into the Kleenex and dropped it on the floor.

“Gotta go. See ya.”

“Thank you” was all I could manage to say. I sat limp in my seat and watched her cross the parking lot and disappear behind some parked coaches