"Marooned in a Big Rig"
by
It was very, very cold when Ben wheeled his big rig off the road and
into the truck stop. It had been a very tense past two hours as the
wind had risen and the roads iced up before the crews had a chance to
de-ice them. The cabin heater in the truck had been functioning to
maximum capacity but had been unable to keep the interior warm . . . .
that meant well below zero outside! In addition, it had started to
snow in biting horizontal blasts rather than falling.
Even though it was still early afternoon, it was dark and headlights
had been in order for some time. He noted several of the 4-wheelers
that had passed him earlier were now parked in the lot near his rig as
he ran to the warmth of the restaurant only 50 yards away.
Once in the restaurant, he checked the weather and ordered dinner. The
reports were not favorable and Ben remarked to the waitress that it
looked like they'd be staying right where they were for a few days.
The waitress laughed and said it was okay with her. . she lived there!
Then she informed him that all the dorm beds were taken and he'd be
sleeping in his rig. . . .
It was around 2000 hours when the restaurant closed and Ben was forced to
return to his rig where the cabin heater had finally gotten it quite
warm and livable. After making certain adjustments to his rig, he
climbed into the sleeper and was asleep in minutes.
It was perhaps midnight, maybe later, when Ben heard a pounding on the
door to his rig. He turned on the light and saw a woman facing him
through the window. She was dressed in light summer clothes and
looked about half frozen. . . . He opened the door.
The woman stepped into the cab quickly and slammed the door shut. "It's
cold out there. . . I'm about frozen", she said, "I've no place warm
to go."
"Where'd you come from?" Ben responded and she replied, ". . . .from
that Mustang convertible over there. There's no heat and the
restaurant is all closed down. . . Please! I'm so cold." As she
spoke, she began to shiver. . . . .
Since there really wasn't any option and if there had been, Ben would not
have rejected it anyway, he said, "Welcome to my rig." Once the
question of her residence was settled, the two sat in the darkness of
the cab and talked. "I'm Irene but people call me Renie", she said. "I
was on my way home from Las Vegas when the storm hit."
Further conversation revealed that Renie had just gotten a divorce from
an errant husband who had finally deserted her for another woman. She
told the story calmly and matter-of-factly without rancor as Ben
listened politely and decided she was an interesting person. She was
returning to her school teaching job when she had become stranded and
found herself without winter clothing in a car with no heat.
Then, as fatigue began to set in, Ben said, "Renie, you get the
sleeper. Sorry the sheets have been slept on but there's plenty of
cover. I'll take the drivers seat."
"Like heck you will", Renie replied, "That sleeper's big enough for
both of us and it'll be warmer that way." Ben was startled by the
response as he sensed that she might be rather prudish and he
stammered, "I don't know. Being that close to a woman and especially
one as desirable as you are. . . . . ."
"It's been a long time since I've been with a man too, big guy!" she
replied, "Back home, I m known as an iceberg!" As Ben perceived her in
the total darkness, she was removing her clothing and preparing for
bed. Two minutes later, Ben and Renie were together in the tight
quarters on the sleeper with only bare skin between them.
As they huddled for warmth, they talked and found that neither had been
with a sex partner in over a year. . . . in Renie's case, over three
years! They spoke freely and Ben told of his divorce and the
bitterness he'd felt at first; then, how he'd taken up long haul
driving to overcome his strong feelings and how he'd slowly regained
control over his life. Renie laughed gently as she kissed him.
The agreement had been made. . . . There was no discussion needed and
none offered. Ben rolled on his side and pressed himself to her bared
hip and arm. . . . His hands moved freely over her breasts as he kissed
her. First the kisses were gentle, on the lips; then, wild and sensual
as their tongues did a firey dance as they pressed for their mutual
goal.
Hands roved freely performing caresses and enhancing the erotic
sensations. They moved quickly; yet, they were in no hurry. They
sought only new sensations and their lust was unbridled. . . . .
Their words were confined to short, terse phrases meant only to support
and encourage their partner. In minutes, their previous lengthy
abstinence was driving them towards a quick conclusion even as they
fought to slow the process. Then, the resistance only heightened
their need and their passions assumed new dimensions.
When Ben's fingers felt the dampness of Renie's pussy, he was surprised
at how prepared she was when he rose over her to take her in the missionary
position. He settled between her legs and felt her hands grasp his
steel-hard member and position it for entry into her waiting depths.
Suddenly he remembered. . . he had no condom - no protection! He
stopped. "I don't have a condom", he said. Renie laughed her gentle
laugh again and pulled his member towards her waiting hole as she said,
"This is a hell of a time to think of that. Put it in here and make me
a baby. . . . ."
Ben drove himself into her with a fury . . . . from the initial
insertion to the steady, fast rythum he drove himself, only to be matched
by the fury of the woman under him. It was only a minute before Ben
said, "I can't hold it. I'm gonna come." Then, Renie cried out, "Give
it to me. . . .aaaah! Oh my! Oh my!. . ."
It was when Renie felt the semen spurting into her waiting belly that
she also peaked and the lovers drew closer in the climax. Then, they
lay, still joined, and enjoyed the perfect afterglow.
"Did you like it?" Renie asked in the time honored fashion of women
everywhere after really good sex. "It was the best", Ben replied in
the time honored fashion of men everywhere. This time Ben meant it. .
. it really was the best!
Then, before the lovers had become bored with their caressing and
fondling and playing, they felt a new rising urgency. Renie responded
first and rolled, still joined, on top of Ben where she took charge of
the coitus. . . . .
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She slowly massaged his re-energized phallus with her well lubricated
vagina as she rode it up and down. They kissed and spoke words of
encouragement as they fucked steadily. As she rode him, Ben kept his
hands busy fondling her breasts and allowing himself to be used. . .
Occasionally, they became aware of the blizzard howling outside the
sleeper cabin and it seemed to add to the intensity of their act. It
was almost as though the strength of nature about them was driving them
to even greater passion. Ben heard himself saying, "This is the best
ever. . ." and realized it was.
Meanwhile, over him, Renie drove herself to new levels of passion,
pushing herself to her limits of strength and endurance. She liked
Ben. . . .she liked what he was doing to her and she wanted to make it
good for him as well. She was past the counting of her peaks and
climaxes. . . .somehow, it had become difficult to tell when one left
off and another commenced. . . .or maybe it was only one big one. She
only knew that she'd never been this involved before. . . .
Finally, her strength was exhausted and she settled on to Ben to rest.
"Roll me over and take me." she said.
The night passed slowly as the lovers played and morning came when they
were driven by hunger and need for relief to leave the sleeper.
For three days, the storm continued to expend it's fury over the area
so that nothing moved. Ben and Renie made frequent trips to the
restaurant and truck stop where they dined and showered and bought
suitable warm clothes for Renie. The rest of the time was spent either
in bed or in conversation as they grew closer.
Then, on the morning of the fourth day, the cabin of the rig was filled
with light. The storm had passed and the roads were being cleared.
The lovers awoke excited and eager to get about in the world again.
After breakfast, Ben helped Renie get her car started and pointed
towards the road. A road that had been plowed and de-iced and safe for
travel.
As he watched her drive away, he felt a sadness! Then, he realized
that he didn't even have her last name. His sadness haunted him as he
moved the big rig out on to the road and continued on his way.
He was deep in thought when he noticed a car behind him in his mirror.
Blinking it's headlights! He pulled his rig over to the shoulder and
ran back to meet Renie. "I don't even know your name!" she said. In a
rush of excitement, they hugged and kissed and made arrangements to
continue their relationship. A few minutes later, they parted again
and Ben resumed his driving with a new energy. That was four years
ago.
Today, Ben and Irene are married. . . . She teaches school in South
Dakota and he covers the United States in his big rig. It's a good
marriage with Ben passing through South Dakota in his travels and Renie
accompanying him in the rig when ever she can. The sex in the sleeper
gets better all the time.
- The End -
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