by Mia Hart
O f course I will! Can’t wait. XX Connie
I break into the widest of grins and hug my pillow like a dumb love-struck teenager. All of a sudden, my hangover doesn’t feel quite so bad .
Licked
1
I can’t help myself. Every night, after working a long shift at the truck stop café as a cook and dish-washer, I rush home, jump onto my soft and snuggly bed, and play with myself over the image of him in my mind .
Jed is my favourite customer; a huge, big, burly bear of a man, standing at around six-foot-six. His body is thick with muscle and his face sports a dark bushy beard, from which the most magnetic smile beams from .
In my sexiest fantasy, I’d imagine his face buried between my thighs—poking his tongue out from his grizzly beard and drinking from my pussy. My own fingers often do the trick in bringing me to a crushing climax; sometimes a dildo, if I imagine him fully fucking me .
At first, I always felt immensely embarrassed when he’d come to the café the following day. He always gave me a broad smile, like somehow he knew what I had done the night before—erotically thinking of him. I soon brushed this off, as my insatiable lust grew stronger. So what if he knew? I began to tell myself .
Jed’s a creature of habit and always orders the same thing from the menu—steak and mash, a pot of black coffee, and a warm slice of pie for dessert. I always make sure I am the one who cooks it. I suspect that all the other girls find him as sexy and attractive as I do, so it’s always a mad rush to see who can tend to his needs first. More often than not I beat them to it and focus all of my attention on him. This can get me into trouble with the boss, ignoring the requests of other diners, but this man is the only thing that matters .
I guess there’s an element of being sex-starved that does it, but somehow I don’t think so. Just having sex with any old stranger wouldn’t quell the fire inside .
No.
Jed is just so perfect and hard and rugged, that all other guys simply pale by comparison .
Only one thing is missing, aside from all the flirting that goes back and forth between us—that’s letting this man know just how much I desire him. Really, desire him .
I have to make a move .
He’s either too slow or cruelly unavailable. And even if he is unavailable, I have to make him want me more than anything. I want his tongue inside me. I want to feel the heat of his breath against my sex, sending me overboard. Jed is my fantasy. How I wish he’d scoop me up and whisk me out of this shitty job—this shitty town. His incredible body would do for starters though .
Tomorrow, I’ll make my move. If it backfires, it backfires…but I gotta know .
* * *
“T wo breakfasts, one cheese burger with fries, two apple-pies!” the manager shouts, over the heat and noise of the busy café .
The day has been a long one so far, with the heat of the summer afternoon doing little to help with the temperature of the oven-hot kitchen. My shirt is soaked with perspiration and I am dead on my feet .
I move along at a snail’s pace, keeping my eyes fixed on the entrance to the café. Where is he? I desperately think to myself, as I aimlessly wipe up invisible coffee stains from the till-counter .
“Did you hear me?” the manager says to me .
“Huh?”
“Get a move on!” he shouts .
I apologise and snap out of my daydream. Moving a little faster than usual, I do my best to shake Jed out of my mind and concentrate on cooking. Perhaps he’ll be in later, I tell myself—trying to make myself feel a little better .
It’s weird though, he should be in by now .
A few hours pass, the café empties and we’ve a little over an hour before we close up. Jenny, the most annoying Barbie-doll waitress, shimmies up to me, “No Jed today? Wonder what happened ?”
I shrug my shoulders like I don’t care—which isn’t true .
“Oh well,” she continues. “Some of these trucker types end up moving all over the country on jobs. Maybe he left state ?”
“Maybe,” I solemnly reply under my breath .
“Cheer up girl, plenty of hunky guys at the bar. Wanna come along ?”
I shake my head and offer a polite smile .
“Suit yourself .”
When she’s disappeared out back, I perch myself on a stool at the bar and stare up at the clock. Fuck, what if she’s right and he’s left town ?
Just before I sink into depression, the front door behind me bursts open .
“Roxy,” a familiar voice calls .
I sharply turn on my stool and almost fall off the darn thing! It’s Jed. My heart flutters, like a mad teenager with a crush, and I hurry over to him, “The usual ?”
“Oh yeah, it’s been a hell of a day .”
“Coming right up .”
I run to the kitchen with a strong will to feed this man good. Knowing he loves my cooking, if nothing else, is a start .
2
“O h darlin’, that was amazing…as always .”
I scoop up his plate, which is almost licked clean dry, “Glad you enjoyed it, Jed .”
Just as I go to scuttle back to my greasy old kitchen, one of his big strong hands grips my waist. I jolt from the sensation and instantly freeze on the spot .
“I was thinking, maybe I could treat you for all these lovely dinners you cook .”
I brush some of my brunette hair past my ear, “Sorry ?”
“Well, you look after me so well that I figured I’d repay you. Take you out, for a dinner of your own. I mean…that’s only if you’d like to ?”
“I—”
“You can think about it if you wa — ”
“Yes! I mean…err…yeah, that would be great.” I don’t have to think about it .
“Great.”
“Great,” I dumbly echo, as I stare at his manly face—his soft brown eyes melting my defences with ease .
“Okay, will tonight be alright ?”
I look up at the clock .
“Too short notice?” he asks .
“No, not at all .”
I look down at what I am wearing—a stinky white t-shirt, which clings to my body thanks to sweat and grease, and my coffee splattered jeans, “Could you give me an hour or so to clean up ?”
He rubs his stomach, “Well, I wasn’t thinking of going just yet anyway…maybe around nine ?”
“Okay.”
* * *
W e stumble out of the bar around twelve. I am drunk, but not so drunk that I’ve forgot who I’m with—Jed, my big sexy trucker .
His vehicle is parked up across the road from the spit and sawdust bar, just off a small slip of rural road .
“Man, I thought you were gonna knock that girls teeth right down her throat,” Jed says with a chuckle .
I laugh hysterically, through embarrassment mainly .
“You should know I’m with you. I ain’t concerned with any other woman .”
His words lift me. I regret fighting with that girl, but my insane jealousy, and at least two pitchers of beer, turned me into a monster. I couldn’t bear the way she was sizing him up .
“I bet you think I’m psycho, huh?” I mumble .
“No, I — ”
Before he can finish his sentence I stumble forward, tripping over a large rock in the middle of the road. He catches my fall, “Easy girl, I gotcha .”
Feeling his arms cling to my body makes me ache even more for him. I feel safe and warm in his big strong arms. I steady to my feet and crane my head up to meet his gaze. “Where are you staying ?”
“I have a room I lodge in, just down the road — ”
“You could take me to your truck,” I whisper .
His eyes bulge, “Haven’t you a home to go to ?”
I nod. He softly laughs, “Come on, I’ll walk you back .”
As he slackens his grip on me and begins to step away, I push closer to him, “No, I want to see your truck .”
He chews the in
side of his mouth, deep in thought .
“Please,” I press .
“Okay. Sure .”
3
“T hat’s it, just pull yourself up,” he says, as he holds onto my hips—helping me to climb into his cab. The step is a good two-foot tall and I have trouble getting in. Just as I am about to make it, I slip. His hands land on my curvy butt and he pushes me straight up. I feel like I wanna fall again, just so he can touch my ass once more !
Inside the vehicle, I take a look around. I don’t take much of an interest at first, but when I pull open the curtain divide—from the cab to the back of the truck—my eyes widen. A single mattress lies on the floor, with a few crumpled blankets messily draped over .
“Not exactly the Hilton, I know… but it’s home, at least when I’m working,” he says as he follows me in .
“Looks comfy .”
He smiles at me. An awkward moment of silence hangs between us before he offers me a drink from his hip-flask. I shake my head and laugh .
“What’s funny ?”
I look back at the makeshift bed and suddenly feel ballsy. I dive over the chair and fling my body on the bed, “It is comfy !”
He looks at me for a moment. I know that look. That look is a mirror. I know the boy wants me .
“Roxy honey, I better take you home .”
I frown. “No, you’ve been drinking too .”
“I can walk you .”
“Come here .”
He looks hesitant .
“Come on,” I continue. “I know what I’m doing. I’m not that drunk. Don’t be shy now .”
His giant hands grip the top of the driver’s seat. A shake in his arm gives away his fight—he wants it. Guess he never expected me to take charge this way, but I’m sick of the games now. Perhaps a few beers were all I needed to gain the courage which eluded me for months. All I know now, as I lie at his mercy on the bed, is that I want him. I want him to take me—to ruin me with his big, powerful body .
Seeing as he is still hesitant, I help him along. I wriggle my jeans off, exposing my luscious tanned legs—a pair of slim black panties clings to my sex. His eyes almost burst out of his skull, as he watches me trace my fingers up and down my smooth olive-skin .
He follows suit by jumping over the chair and hovering over me. He breathes heavily as he watches me seductively touch the skin of my thighs. What follows is what I have always dreamt about. He grips the bottom of his tight grey t-shirt and yanks the garment over his head. My heart races as I marvel at his bare chest. His muscles are huge and thick. Dark hair covers much of his barrel chest, matching the rugged look of his face. This man is a man! No waxed, skinny, pretty-boy. My pussy already moistens at just the spectacle of him .
I take off some more clothes, our flesh not yet touching. I unbutton my blouse and push my cleavage upward. Teasing him, I reach for the clip at the back of my bra. I know my breasts are my best asset being big and natural, so I enjoy watching him squirm with excitement. However, I don’t get too much time to put on a show—diving down, he rips my bra clean-off! I gasp at his sudden change. He is brutish now. Pushing and pulling my body to exactly where he wants it .
Two can play at that game, I think to myself, as he goes in for his first taste of my cherry-red lips .
He kisses me and I laugh. His beard tickles my face. I’ve never kissed a man with a beard before, but as he continues I soon fall in love the sensation. Although he looks tough and rugged, beneath all that hair his lips are exceptionally soft and tender. As much as I love kissing him, there is something I want immediately. I grab his shoulders and push him down. It’s hard at first—this man-mountain is nothing but solid muscle and he hardly budges .
“What’s wrong, want me to stop?” he tells me. His expression is cute. He has a genuine look of concern for my feelings, but he is way off the mark if he thinks I want him to stop .
“I want you to lick me …”
He looks puzzled .
My eyes point below, “down there .”
A wicked smile explodes across his lips and in no time at all he’s flung my legs over his broad shoulders, while his head rests just a few inches from my expectant sex .
I wriggle like a cat on heat, “Lick me, please .”
He parts my soaking panties to one side. A cool breeze drifts across the surface of my puffy wet sex. I writhe, stretching my arms over my head. His beard grazes over my shaven and tight little snatch. I want to tell him to hurry up—to finally feel what I had imagined all those times I masturbated to the idea of him. I pray that the reality is even half as good as the fantasy which has haunted me for so long .
Just as I look down to see what the delay is, he parts my pussy lips with ease. His tongue buries itself deep inside my cunt. He scoops it from the bottom of my slit to the top—catching my clit and taking it into his warm mouth. I moan aloud. My flesh trembles .
“Oh fuck, that’s so good,” I cry .
He grips onto my curvy bare hips and licks me with utter thirst. My moist and soft vagina is brimming with juices, which he slurps and sucks from. As I melt into nothing, I hear his zip open. Taking a quick peek down, I see him reach for his cock. His dick is huge and erect—veins coiling around its solid form. He begins to jerk his rigid length, as I fling my head back and wail at his experienced exploration of my pussy .
“I want to fuck you so bad baby, always did,” he says, as he breaks for air .
I grin like an idiot, as I claw at my own milky breasts, “Do it .”
His fingers take over from his tongue. Finger-banging my sobbing hole, he hovers over me and points his trembling tool towards my opening. I needn’t lubricate myself as I’m already soaking, thanks to his mouth and my own raging lust. Pressing his helmet to my slit, I rub at his balls .
Then…I scream .
The thickness of his hot cock takes me by surprise. Parting the flesh of my cunt like a knife through butter, he ploughs his rod deep inside me. I buckle. He is so huge that I have to bite the inside of my upper arm to stop from crying. The walls of my pussy soon get used to it though, as he begins to pump in and out of me—my skin sliding back and forth, gripping tight to every hot inch of him .
He fucks me faster as I let out little cat-like sounds, rocking my hips along to his stabbing motion. I cup his balls with my small soft palms, and jiggle them like a toy. He fucks me even deeper and harder as my fingers roam over them .
Being careful not to crush me with his meaty body, he presses close to me and takes one of my erect nipples into his mouth—licking and sucking and nibbling at my flesh. I shake. An eruption so violent swells below, as a brilliant and powerful tsunami crashes through my sex. I scream at the top of my lungs. I am stuck beneath this behemoth of a man. Pinned down and waling as he keeps fucking me. He ignores me pleading with him, as he keeps screwing my gushing pussy—forcing orgasm after orgasm to rip through me. Suddenly, he tears out of me and sprays his cum all over my exposed belly. The noise he makes, as his sack empties, is primordial—scary almost. I watch him and see that all his strength has dissipated through his creamy release .
Completely spent, he collapses to my side—breathless and quivering. I stroke his hair, revelling in the afterglow which burns through me. Everything inside the truck is swaying. My heart rages .
We stay silent as I feel his load trickle down the side of my torso. My eyes fix on the furry dice which hang on his rear-view mirror .
Is this a dream ?
If it is, I don’t want to wake up .
4
“W hat time do you fucking call this?” my boss shouts at me .
Normally I’d be panicked, rushing to the kitchen and getting stuck into another twelve hour shift, but today I don’t give a shit. Today is the day after and as I suspected, for so long now, Jed is indeed a beautiful fuck-machine .
As I prepare myself out back, Jenny totters over, “You missed a good one last night. Some really hot guys at the club .”
I smile
at her. If only she knew .
“So, how was your night? Watch anything good on TV ?”
I’m sure that was a veiled dig, but I let it fly, “Oh, you know…same old .”
She tuts, “You really should get out more. Maybe next time, huh ?”
“Yep.”
* * *
I stare at the clock on the wall. I feel worse that yesterday. Now that we’ve enjoyed each other, I was positive he would be on time. I should let it go. I got what I wanted. But really, I want more. Is he just like all the rest? Gets his fill and then disappears without a trace ?
Before I can torment myself further, my boss scuttles towards me as I count the day’s takings, “We need to talk about why you were so late this morning .”
“My alarm, it just didn’t go off. I’m sorry .”
“Well, you need to keep on top of it .”
“It was an accident, I didn’t mean to over sleep .”
“Do you know how many young girls would give their right arm for a job like this? This is a small town Roxy…you can’t afford to turn that into a habit …”
As he continues to lecture me about the virtues of holding down a minimum wage job, I stare blankly at his face—a weaselly little face with shifty eyes. The only reason he is such a cunt to me is because I turned him down when he asked me to the cinema one time. Ever since then, he’s been a complete dick .
His words now bleed into the white-noise of the kitchen’s extractor fan. How I wish I could crack him on the nose and tell him to stick his job .
“Roxy! Are you listening ?”
“Yeah.”
“You need to show a bit of respect .”
Just then, the thunderous honk of a truck’s horn almost shatters the café window. I turn on my heels and see Jed’s truck, parked just an inch away from the café’s bay windows .
“No, tell that stupid trucker that we’re closed,” the boss snaps .
I ignore him and run outside to greet Jed .
