The scenery was truly beautful. I couldn't believe I had never been to this part of the world before. From the corner of my eye, I noticed Jason taking in the sights of the cab as well as the road, but I simply let a smile escape my lips. And even though the air conditioning was a bit high, I could feel the tightness in my nipples and knew they were beautfiully displayed for him. Tempted to play with them for his amusement, I decided against it - time for that later, I guess.
We pulled up to a truck stop, looking like any one of a hundred such scattered around. Funny, how they all seem to be so alike after a while.
As we climbed down from the cab and started to walk towards the building, Jason paused. I looked at the rig he was referring to, and then shrugged my shoulders. Truckers were a fairly tight-knit "brotherhood", and it wouldn't be odd for him to know some one on the road. He seemed to think he was mistaken and we walked inside.
As Jason was at the counter, I could feel his hand sinking lower from my waist until he was cupping my ass. Grinding my ass into his hand, letting him know his attentions were most welcome, I wondered if we really would require 2 showers.
"JASON? Hell, is that really you? Damn!"
I turned around to find a woman standing not 4 feet behind us. I looked up at Jason, who spun around at the sound of the voice, and gave a hearty laugh.
"I thought I saw your rig out there, but I wasn't sure! How ya doin'?"
Looking from one to the other, I smile, waiting for an opportune time to introduce myself - or to be introduced.
We pulled up to a truck stop, looking like any one of a hundred such scattered around. Funny, how they all seem to be so alike after a while.
As we climbed down from the cab and started to walk towards the building, Jason paused. I looked at the rig he was referring to, and then shrugged my shoulders. Truckers were a fairly tight-knit "brotherhood", and it wouldn't be odd for him to know some one on the road. He seemed to think he was mistaken and we walked inside.
As Jason was at the counter, I could feel his hand sinking lower from my waist until he was cupping my ass. Grinding my ass into his hand, letting him know his attentions were most welcome, I wondered if we really would require 2 showers.
"JASON? Hell, is that really you? Damn!"
I turned around to find a woman standing not 4 feet behind us. I looked up at Jason, who spun around at the sound of the voice, and gave a hearty laugh.
"I thought I saw your rig out there, but I wasn't sure! How ya doin'?"
Looking from one to the other, I smile, waiting for an opportune time to introduce myself - or to be introduced.