A longing feeling develops inside me. I would love to travel too, someday. The last time I traveled was when I was kid, when my dad was alive.
The waitress returns with our meals. She sets them on the table. “Can I get you anything else for now?” she asks.
Buck looks at me, and I shake my head. “No, we’re good for now,” he says. “Thanks.”
We eat in silence for a while, but then I catch him ogling me in-between mouthfuls. I smile nervously. “What?”
“While I’m in town, I want to spend my time with you.” His voice turns husky. “You cool with that?”
He wants to know if I’m cool with that. Of course, I am. Buck wants to be with me, and I want to be with him. He’s a real charmer, but I like it. And I bet, no, scratch that, I know he will be fun.
It won’t hurt to hang out with him. I need it. When was the last time I had some genuine fun with a guy? It’s been a long time. Hell, I don’t even have a boyfriend right now. Al found a blondie from Reno two years after we started going together. Not that I minded when it was all said and done. He got me the job at Sunrise, and he got me caught up on my bills. He was nice to me, and I was with him exclusively. So I did think of him as my boyfriend. But I was never in love with him. All the guys after him? They were never boyfriends. I had some good times, but it’s been awhile. “Alright. I’m game.”
Buck’s big brown eyes light up in delight. “Right on!”
6
Buck
My van was my home from the time I was 18 until 21. Soon after that, it was my truck, and it’s been my truck ever since. But don’t be one of those people who feel sorry for me. I recently got myself an ARI Sleeper that even has a kitchen and a bathroom. Yeah, it’s pretty sweet. Not many truckers are gonna have one of those, but I’ve put in the time and the numbers to deserve it.
Before my big sleeper, though, not every chick dug spending time with me in my truck. It was your typical cab - a bed, some shelves, a mini fridge - nothing fancy. No bathroom or anything. So after a woman would have sex with me, she never wanted to stay the rest of the night. Who wants to leave the truck to find a bathroom? Not many women are going to put up with that, I don’t think. Even the hookers wanted out after a certain time. But now, with my tricked-out new set-up, I’m sure Fiona won’t have any issues.
I wish we were in my truck right now. In fact, if I had wings, I would have flown us back to my rig myself. But humans can’t fly, can we?
Instead, our Uber rolls up outside the restaurant. I open the car door and let her in, then climb in after her.
“Thank you for a wonderful dinner, Buck,” she says in a voice that’s sexier than normal.
“You’re welcome, beautiful.”
She leans over and whispers into my ear. “Now it’s time for some dessert.”
She grins at me and then looks out the window, letting me savor what she’s just said.
I’m doing exactly that, and while she looks out the window at the Vegas night, my lustful eyes trail her figure, illuminated by the neon signs and streetlights, from her profile, to her long neck, to the mounds poking out of the top of her dress, to her creamy thighs. Needless to say, Fiona has a great body, and I can’t wait to see the rest of it. I don’t have a dirty mind. Well, sometimes I do. But once again, I’m just being realistic.
I’ve seen my share of naked women. In fact, there’s been quite a lot in the past year. It’s not my fault, is it? I’m just a guy, and a guy needs to unwind. In fact, while others gamble or marry the bottle, I search for women that suit my taste. I guess I’m picky, but they’ve all been beautiful, no matter their color or size.
Fiona turns her head to me. “So where exactly are you taking me, to your truck?”
“Actually, yeah, but you’ll like it.”
Fiona lowers her voice so the driver can’t hear. “I’ve never done it in a truck.” She rubs her hand over my thigh. “Is it good?”
“Yeah,” I smile. “Real good.”
Fiona is still looking at me. We haven’t kissed yet, but now is as good a time as any, right here, in the dark, in the backseat of this car. I place my mouth on hers and savor the taste of her lips and the smell of her perfume. Her lips taste as good as I imagined they would. And they’re soft, really soft. Our tongues touch before we part.
“Mmmmm,” you’re a good kisser, Buck.”
“Right back at you, babe.”
The Uber pulls up to where I parked my truck, in the back parking lot of a hotel that’s always been cool to truckers.
“That’s yours? Damn, it’s so big and so beautiful,” says Fiona.
“Thanks! I replaced my old one two years ago.”
I open the door and help Pretty Face out of the car. Yeah, her name is Fiona, but I can’t help giving her a nickname. She’s gorgeous, and she’s got a body to die for. She didn’t mention a boyfriend. I assume there’s no one waiting for her at home.
Pretty Face runs away from me and disappears to the other side of the truck. “Open the door!” I hear her yell. “I want to get in.”
“Okay, okay,” I laugh. “Hang on.” I thank the driver, and then rush over to the truck. As soon as I open the truck’s passenger door, she hurries inside. I hear her say “Holy Fuck!
“I’m grinning. These luxury sleepers are pretty fucking sweet if I do say so myself.
Once I’ve locked the door and entered the lighted sleeper, her arms are stretch out, and she’s got this look on her face like it’s Christmas morning.
“So this is your pimp ride, huh?”
I laugh. “Yeah, it’s pretty sick.”
“This is like a fucking RV,” she says. “I never knew they looked like this! You’ve got everything in here, and it’s so pretty and color coordinated.”
“Yeah, it’s comfortable in here. Few truckers have one of these, but I think they’ll catch on.”
Fiona climbs on the bed. “And this is comfortable too!” She’s grinning even wider now, resting her head on her hand. “There’s lots of room for the both of us.”
I climb on the bed next to Pretty Face. “You like it, huh?”
“Yeah!” she says. “I figure we’d just do it in a hotel. I never imagined your truck would look like this!”
“It cost me a fortune, but I’ve earned it. I love living in it.”
“I bet you do.”
I get up off the bed and dim the bright lights that overtook the cab. “That’s better don’t you think?”
“Yeah,” says Fiona. “Much better.”
I climb next to her again and draw her close, not wanting to talk anymore. I crush her lips with mine. The boner that started in the Uber is at full-force now as she responds to my kisses. I’m impressed, and I have a feeling she’s gonna be great in bed.
“Mmmmm, you feel good,” she says, her eyes blazing into mine. She kicks off her shoes. “But I won’t do it without a condom, okay?”
“Yeah, babe. Sure. I’ll go get one.”
She raises her hand. “No need. I come prepared.”
She goes for her purse that she’s thrown on the carpeted floor and pulls one out. Then she climbs back on the bed with the condom in her hand.
I’ve got no problem with condoms, and I have no interest in becoming a woman’s baby daddy. I pull her close, but she backs off again, this time reaching down to the bottom of her dress and pulling it off her body in one swoop. I take a deep breath. I wanted to see what lay beneath her clothes and now I have.
“You like what you see?” She releases her hair and lets it fall down her back.
“Yeah, I love what I see.”
I step up to her and unhook her bra, freeing her breasts. They’re full and perky. The sight of her milk-smooth flesh could make me come if I let my gaze linger. Fiona’s aren’t the first breasts I’ve seen, obviously. But, her curves are intoxicating. Staring at a woman like this is all the drug I need.
“Take your clothes off, Buck,” Fiona says.
I don’t answer.
I just nod my head and get out of my clothes and shoes as fast as I can. Now I’m down to my underwear, and it’s more than obvious how hard I am.
Fiona stares at my dick with a look of pure lust. As she does it, she removes her panties. There’s no pubic hair on her pussy. My dick can’t get any harder. I rip my underwear off my legs, and that’s when Fiona pounces on me, causing us both to fall to the bed.
I laugh. “Hey, you’re pretty strong!”
She laughs back. “I know what I want.”
We roll on the bed, kissing, nibbling, and caressing each other’s bodies like animals. My hard dick pushes against her shapely body, and when I place my fingers between her legs, she can’t possibly get much wetter.”
“Oh God, I want you inside me, Buck!”
“Go for it, baby!”
Fiona sits up just enough to grab the condom, rips the package open, pulls the rubber out and slides it over my erect cock.
“Oh my God, you’re so fucking big,” she shouts.
She lies on the bed, looking up at me with those green eyes. I dive into her. She’s not only wetter than fuck; she’s tight. I push myself in and out of her, quickening the pace as delicious sensations flood my mind.
I’m a quiet fuck, barely make a sound when I’m hittin’ it. But Pretty Face? She’s a different story. Her screams are so loud anyone who walked past this truck could hear it. I’m sure of it.
We take a breath, and then she’s on top of me, riding me like a horse, twisting, wriggling as I continue to plunge into her beautiful body.
I try to hold off as long as I can, wanting to get every bit of pleasure before I come. Pretty Face is sweeter than steak. I was right after all.
Now I’m on top of her again. I come, and I come hard. Meanwhile, Pretty Face appears to have done the same thing. She holds onto me as if her life depends on it. Her nails dig into my back, but the pain is good.
Now we lay on the bed, side by side, panting, completely exhausted.
7
Fiona
Buck and I connected on the most primal level. As I lay here reminiscing about the evening, I can’t remember the last time I had sex that good, and to be honest, I’m not even sure I’ve ever met a man who has fucked me this hard and this great. Maybe when I was drunk, but I’m not drunk tonight. I had wine at the restaurant, but I’m sober.
I turn to look at Mr. Hottie. Firm body, tattoos on his arms. His eyes are closed. He seems as tired as I am. The scorpion on his chest rises and falls with each of his breaths. I’m equally as exhausted.
He’s here for a couple more days, and the thought of spending those days in his company elates me. Truth be told, I can’t wait to fuck him again. I can really get used to this.
I close my eyes, but then I open them again, staring at the ceiling of this amazing truck. I’ve got a dull feeling in the pit of my stomach. What am I doing? Two more days and it’s all over. I wish I could say that I don’t care, but that attitude is fading fast.
It would be nice to have a steady boyfriend. Someone I can call my own, a guy I can come home to every night. But in a place like Vegas, it’s hard to find someone who is ready to commit, or, at least it has been for me. I work so much that the only guys I meet these days are the ones who come into the casino. Half of them don’t even live in Vegas, and most of them want a fling or a one-night stand. So I’ve always thought that a girl’s got to do what a girl’s got to do. I sort of convinced myself that that was all I wanted too, since that’s all I was meeting, but that’s not true. I know it’s not.
Oh, fuck! I can’t be wishing for the stars. Maybe one day, sometime before I’m old and gray, I might meet a man to call my own. But it ain’t gonna happen with Mr. Hottie, not when he’d rather spend his time rollin’ in this kick-ass truck. Can’t say I blame him. I could see myself living in this thing. I really could.
Fingers lightly touch my thigh. “When will you be off tomorrow?”
I’ve been so deep into my thoughts about him that his voice startles me a bit. As handsome as he is, I briefly forgot he was lying there. I look directly into his passionate eyes. “Between nine and nine-thirty, but I could try to get the day off.”
“Nice! I’ve got plans for you.” He winks at me.
The look on his face says it all. I know I’m just a piece of ass to him, but I guess that’s all he is to me, too. I know what we have now is only temporary. So I might as well enjoy it. He wants to fuck me again, and I want to fuck him again, as well. But I play it cool. There’s nothing worse than a desperate woman. I kiss him on the forehead.
“We’ll see about that.”
I then roll my naked body off the bed and stand up. A quick glance at the clock hanging above the stove says it’s a little past 11. I can get home before midnight, like fucking Cinderella, if I can get an Uber.
I step away from the bed, but Buck sneaks up behind me and wraps his muscular arms around my waist.
“Where are you going?” His husky voice echoes in my ears.
“Home,” I say.
“Where is home?”
“A one-bedroom apartment somewhere in town.”
His wet lips are on my earlobe. It’s a bit ticklish. I giggle and try to wriggle free from his grip, but he tightens his hold on me.
“Why don’t you spend the night here?”
It sounds like a good idea, but there are no guarantees that I won’t have to work. So I need to prepare for my shift tomorrow in case I can’t get off. If I go home, I’ll get a good night’s sleep. If I stay here, I doubt I’ll get any sleep.
I pull myself away from him with success this time and face him. His hair is messy and wonderful and gorgeous.
“Not tonight.”
Then I turn my face away. If I stare at this handsome hunk anymore, I’ll change my mind for sure.
“Tomorrow night?” he says.
“Maybe.”
He walks up to me again, trailing kisses on my neck and shoulders.
“Buck . . . “ I’m getting stirred up.
“Do you have to go?” he groans.
“Yeah, dude! I do.” I succeed in pulling away again, and then I retrieve my clothes littered on the floor with his.
I don’t look at him, but from the corner of my eye, I see him lying back on the bed, naked, staring at me. I turn my back on him. I have to. I don’t want to be tempted to sleep over.
“You are sweeter than steak,” he says.
I laugh. I can’t help it. Mr. Hottie is crazy. I can’t believe he’s comparing me to steak. Who does that? I brush my long dark hair out of my face and slip on my shoes. And then, finally, I look at him again. He winks at me and grins.
“Night-night,” I wave to him.
“Wait a second. You can’t just walk out there in the dead of night. He sits up and grabs his phone. “Let me get you an Uber.”
I wave my hand. “No, Buck. I got it.”
“Fiona, it’s my pleasure.”
I look him dead in his gorgeous face. I have to say this. “No offense, but . . . you don’t need to know where I live, okay?”
Buck gives me a confused look.
“Why? Is there something wrong with where you live?”
“No, there’s nothing wrong with where I live. That’s not it at all.”
“Then what is it?”
I just look at him.
“What?” he says. “You don’t trust me?”
“I just don’t want to complicate things? Okay?” It’s not that I don’t trust him. But he’s leaving in two days, and I can’t let myself get any closer to him than I am already. So, he doesn’t need to know where I live.
He reaches into his bedside table, grabs his wallet and pulls out some cash. “Then you book it, and I’ll cover it. Cool?” He jumps to my side and stuffs some bills in my hand. “Take it.”
“Okay, thanks,” I reply. I count the dollar bills. He’s given me 50 bucks, way more than I need, I’m sure. I drop the bills into my purse. Hey, I have no problem taki
ng his money. Then I book the Uber. Only $23.00.
“Wait for your ride inside the truck, okay babe? I don’t want to worry about you.”
He’s back to lying on the bed, looking as sexy as ever.
“Yeah, no problem.” I smile. “I can do that.”
8
Buck
I’m still lying here naked. Fiona left about a half hour ago. She doesn’t want to get too close to me. I get that. She knows I’m just passing through.
And I intentionally gave her more money than she probably needed for the Uber. I know she’ll just sock the extra. But, I guess I feel guilty for having to leave so soon. I know women get tired of it.
At least while I’m here, I can treat her well, and not lie. I refuse to lie. A woman like that could get me to stay here, but I can’t do that. I just can’t.
The sex between the two of us was better than I imagined it to be. Fiona can’t deny that she was enjoying it, at least by the state of her pussy. If she weren’t excited, she would have been as dry as the Mojave Desert, right? Well, that wasn’t the case. She wasn’t anything like a desert. She was like a fountain.
I hope she can get tomorrow off, and I hope she’ll want to get tomorrow off. But if I can’t spend the whole day with her, I’ll show up at Sunrise tomorrow evening, and we’ll get together then. She can act all coy with me, but I know what she wants.
9
Fiona
It’s morning; the sun is shining. I got nine hours of sleep last night, and I’m feeling refreshed. Had I stayed the night with Buck, I’d probably just now be crawling in, tired and fucked for the entire day, that’s for sure.
I’m supposed to be at work at noon today, but as I lay here in my bed, I’m deciding whether I should call off sick. Yeah, I’m sick. Sick with lust after some hot truck driver guy who is just gonna blow me off after he’s done with me here. So why blow off hundreds of dollars in tips I could make today for the guy? Because I want more of him, that’s why. I can’t help it.
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