Chapter 109

Our first morning on the road I woke up first. I slowly pulled the covers off us and worked my way down so that my Good-Morning kiss could be delivered to her lower lips. It was. Her eyes opened and her legs opened as well. My hands held her ass and her hands held my head against her opening folds.

"Good Morning, Sam! Have a good dream?"

"Shhh, I'm still dreaming!"

I moved my hands to hold her legs and moved them up by her chest. That lifted her ass a little and opened her up for a more in-depth probing by my tongue. She was getting more and more turned on and making the noises that told anyone listening.

"Sam, please do me! Be inside me!"

Her wish, my action. Without letting her legs go I moved and placed my cock at her entrance. She thrust against me and I was inside her.

"Oh Sam! I love how that feels."

Long slow strokes became long faster strokes and became me doing my imitation of a piston. She moved all around on the bed, thrusting with me, grabbing my arms, pulling my head to her face for kisses and generally seeing just how intense it could get.

"Cum inside me Sam! I want to feel it inside me."

She got her wish. After I splashed her insides we lay together for a few minutes and I dozed. She got up and made breakfast. We ate and dressed. I checked her licenses and log book. Everything looked good so she drove north for five hours. I sat shotgun for the first time in almost a year and a half. It took her an hour to get so she felt fully at home driving. I knew when she got there. Her face quit looking serious and she smiled. Ten seconds later she was singing along with the station we had on the radio.

The truck stop we found had a market attached so we bought up supplies for sandwiches, quick dinners and things to drink. Mostly healthy stuff. Between the two bathrooms there was a Toledo scale. She weighed both of us. I had the needle stop at two-twenty four. She hit one-twenty-six. When we got back in the truck she wrote our weights in a notebook.

"We aren't getting any bigger than we are right now. Weight isn't good when we get heavy."

Two hours out from St. Louis I called the guy I was getting the load to. He expected us in four hours. I said it would be close but we'd make it. He asked if I was interested in a load to go to Green Bay. I was. We bartered and I felt good about the deal.

When I parked Melissa asked if I wanted her to stay in the truck. I said no. She put a bra on under her shirt and followed me into the terminal. The dock boys unloaded the truck and loaded the new load. Melissa watched them. I went inside and did paperwork.

When I came back out I had three thousand dollars cash in my pocket and the delivery address in my hand.

"You'll want to check the tiedowns." Melissa said.

"I always do." I walked the trailer and checked every strap. One looked tight but when I pulled on the tightener it slipped. It wasn't one of mine. I called the foreman.

"This tightener isn't mine. It slips. Mine are marked with a ST stamped into the metal."

"Sorry. Someone's ass will fry." He motioned to one of the dock rats and told him to find my tightener, swap it for the bad one and throw the bad one in the trash. Half an hour later we were on the road.

"Nice catch, Melissa."

"Those things cost too much to just give them away."

"Nice catch. He must have thought you were just my squeeze and knew nothing about trucking."

"Am I your squeeze?"

"Yes, and much more. My partner. My lover. My girl-friend."

"Good." Her shirt was unbuttoned and her bra came off. She got a towel from the sleeper and put it on her seat. Off came her jeans and panties. She sat back down. Her shirt flapped in the breeze and her smile lit up the road ahead.

The CB radio crackled into life. "Breaker. County mountie at marker 226."

I slowed to fifty-five and five miles later we passed the black and while car parked partially hidden behind a sign. I waited a mile or so and made the same announcement on the CB. Melissa smiled and said, "I love the brotherhood."

"With all the women on the road these days maybe we better call it the family."

"Think they all ride naked?"

"I hope not all of them."

"You don't have to look."

"In that case I hope they do."

"Next time I drive I want you over here naked."

"You sure it won't upset your stomach?"

"I know you're hairy but I want to see you like this."

"What do I get if I do it?"

"I'll do it again. This is the ad. If you want more of this you need to give me some."

"Now that's a great barter!"

It was nearing dinner time and we were south of Chicago. I knew a truck stop near us so I pulled in. We fueled up and decided to eat inside. At the table next to us two guys were arguing. Seems they both had new trucks and were arguing about which truck got the best mileage. We were halfway through dinner when one brother went to the bathroom. I turned to the brother still sitting there.

"I couldn't help but overhear. Does he beat you often?"

"Too often."

"Where are you boys headed?"

"Green Bay."

"If you want I'll help you win the bet."

"How?"

You both go buy locking gas caps, fill up your trucks and trade keys. When you get to Green Bay you go together to fill up. He needs to unlock your gas cap and you his. No cheating, right?"

"So how do I win?"

"Let him leave first. We'll load your truck on my flat bed, cover it and go to Sheboygan. Then you drive the rest of the way into Green Bay and win. He will wonder for the rest of his life how you beat him."

"God, that's great! I'll give you two hundred for the ride."

"After he leaves meet us behind the truck stop."

A minute later the brother was back. As Melissa and I walked past them on our way out the brother said, "Put your money where your mouth is!"

At the cash register I heard the brother who had gone to the bathroom say, "A hundred dollars for every gallon difference when we get home!"

"You're on."