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Jake the trucker, part 1
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Jake the trucker, part 1 I was only twenty-three when I first met Jake. I had led a pretty sheltered life to that point, only had two serious boyfriends. So I was still very green and naïve. I was curious, hungry to learn and eager to please. Jake was 13 years older, drove long haul truck and was well established in his life. When he and I started chatting, it was mostly about life in general with a good dose of flirting. We talked about his work, his young , where he was off to next with whatever load he was hauling. About my work, what bar I’d be at on the weekends, and so on. The longer we chatted the heavier the flirting became until one night Jake asked for my phone number so he could talk to me when he was out on the road. It became a habit talking to each other. It was a couple times a week to begin with. Then it was every other night until we were finally talking on a daily basis. And by then we had moved from flirting to out right phone sex. We often talked bout meeting, but for one reason or another it didn’t happen for some time. The one night when Jake called, he announce he was twenty-five minutes away, hungry horny and tired, in that order. After some cajoling and the promise of breakfast, I told him I would meeting him in the morning. I hardly slept that night I was over the moon to finally be meeting Jake, I was also very nervous. I dressed carefully, a long shift dress with slits up just about the knee, did make up and fussed with my hair. And when I banged on the door of his truck, as promised, I had coffee and danishes. When Jake pushed the door open I was a bit startled by his appearance. His hair was dark a little on the longish side and fairly wavy. Not to mention he looked like he just woke up. He was bare chested with just track pants on, and his feet were bare. He took the breakfast from me, then took my hand and helped me up into the passenger seat of his truck. Before he let me sit down, he wrapped his long muscular arms around me and hugged me tightly, then gave me a sweet kiss on the lips by way of welcome, just as he had said he would. His arms were strong and he held me tight, pressing me against his hard hairy chest. His bright icy blue eyes sparkled with mischief, a deep dimple appeared in his cheek when he smile down at me. And his very full moustache tickled me as he kissed me. After a very long hug and sat me in the drivers seat and handed out breakfast. We sat and chatted over breakfast laughing and giving each other very thorough once overs when we thought the other wasn’t looking. We had barely finished coffee when he pulled me out of my seat and into his lap. I landed hard in his lap and I was greeted with his very prominent hard cock trapped between him and my ass, he kissed my neck making me melt. “I’ve been waiting to do this for ages” he growled, tangled one large hand in my red curls and the other pulled me even tighter against him. He nibbled and chewed on my neck, ear, collar bone and exposed<b> shoulder. </font></b>I could feel the dampness gathering in my panties and I wiggled against him, feeling his cock throb against me ass. The more I wiggled the more he lavished me with kisses and nibbles. Growling the entire time. Then without warning he stopped, held me back at arms length and looked very seriously at me. “Babe if you have any second thoughts, now is the time to tell me. I will stop if you ask me to…I will have a raging hard on for the rest of the and probably blue balls to boot. But I’ll stop if you ask to…” I turned as much as I could to him square on, took his in my hands and kissed him with as much confidence I could muster, to answer him. And in one swift movement he moved us both to the bunk and dropped his track pants. |
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Well well. Very nice. You continue to impress. Good night sweet dreams.
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I love to read everything you write
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Your writing is really good. If you want more people to read your posts, you can comment on your own post immediately after posting it. Don't know why, but it seems to work...
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