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Warning: This is a fictional account with an explicit sexual theme. If
you are not of legal age to read such material, or if sexually
oriented material is/might be offensive to you, find something else to
do. Any similarity between the characters herein and any persons,
living or dead, is purely coincidental. Physical responses resulting
from reading this story are not my fault and, any action you take is
your responsibility. Comments and/or criticisms are welcome. This
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continue.


The Good Samaritans Reward



I started driving trucks when I was just 23 years old.  Ever since I
can remember, growing up in Iowa, I felt compelled to see as much of
this country, and what it had to offer, as possible. I'll be 48 in
September and as a long-haul trucker for almost 25 years, I guess I've
seen it all in my career. But, a few instances stick out in my mind,
and in my pants, I'll never forget.

These events are different from the normal, almost everyday
occurrences over the years during which I've seen every size, shape
and color of tit there is in this world. It seems there are many
women, of all ages, who take great pleasure in showing us drivers
their tits, and other parts of their anatomy, as they pass us on
deserted stretches of highway. They are well aware that from our
elevated cabs we have very clear visual access to their cars as they
pass us. Among the many things I've seen through the years are women
masturbating, women passengers giving blow-jobs, women semi or
completely nude and once I even saw one come using a vibrator on
herself as she passed me. There was one woman in Arizona that us
drivers had nicknamed "The Highway Hustler". She had gone to the
trouble of making up signs which she flashed at us asking if we wanted
to fuck or get a blow-job. I really could write a book on what I've
seen. But, there have been unusual events as well and these are the
ones I want to tell you about. Please understand that these happened
many years before the aids problems became known and, knowing what I
know now I would not have participated in these events. But, I did and
these are the stories. 

I was driving my rig through the desert of Arizona on my way to a
small farming community north of San Diego on a very hot day in July.
Even at 7:00 PM the highway was almost deserted as the temperatures
rose to well over 100 degrees and only folks who had to be out in that
kind of heat took to the road on those days with the result that often
I could drive for an hour or so without seeing another vehicle. On
this particular day, as I crested a small hill I noticed a car over on
the shoulder of the road which looked as if the engine had over-heated
as steam was coming from the raised hood I could see a few hundred
yards in front of me. I slowed my rig and pulled over and stopped to
see if I could help the poor devil, whoever he was.  Well, this devil
turned out to be a pretty young lady, about 27 or 28, who was very
upset by this unfortunate turn of events.

I parked my rig safely off the road, set my chocks and walked over to
survey the situation. As I walked up she said, "Thanks for stopping. I
was afraid I wouldn't get any help for hours, if I got any at all. I
live just outside of Covered Wells about 30 miles southwest of here
and remember days like this when I saw only a few cars all day. Would
you look at this mess for me ? Oh, by the way, my name's Monica, but
all my friends call me Monie. What's your name ?" 

"Frank. Nice to meet you Monie." It was then that I noticed that she
was dressed in tight fitting denim short shorts which hugged a small
ass perched at the top of long tanned legs and that she had long
blonde hair which framed a beautiful face. The tight, green silk
blouse she was wearing showed she was well endowed and, on a scale of
one to ten, she was easily an eleven or twelve.

"Sure, Let's take a look."

As the steam cleared I opened the hood the rest of the way and began
to look around for the usual problems like busted hoses, belts, holes
in the radiator or oil on the head. As I leaned in from one side she
leaned in from the other to watch saying, "Mind if I watch you work,
maybe I'll learn something." The top button on her blouse was undone
and when she bent over to observe she showed me her cleavage and the
tops of what appeared to be a lucious set of matched tits free of the
confinement of a bra. I didn't answer her but thought to myself, Hell,
I was glad to have her watch as long as she kept on dangling those
marvelous tits in front of me. It soon became evident that a belt was
very loose, but not broken, and that the problem could be repaired
fairly easily once I got my tool kit from the compartment in the
sleeping quarters of my truck. I told her I needed my tools and
started back to the truck to get them, leaving her standing by her car
with her hands on her hips. As I was walking back to the truck I
noticed that she was following me and began to wonder if I had made a
horrible mistake by stopping to help a distressed motorist.

As I jumped up into the get my tools she asked, " Frank, would you
mind if I looked at your sleeping area ? I've never seen inside a big
truck before."

As I hopped back down from the cab, I replied, "Help yourself." 

She was a short girl and was having difficulty climbing up so I
offered a little help by giving her a boast into the cab and followed
her up as she opened the curtains between the cab and the sleeping
area and climbed in. "This is really comfortable", she said "and big
enough for two. Gosh, you even have a TV and stereo speakers back
here."

"Yeah, all the comforts of home, Monie, except a woman."

"I bet you've had plenty of women back here, Frank, a big husky guy
like you."

Actually, I hadn't but decided to let a sleeping dog lay by not
replying to her comment. "C'mon, let's see if we can get your car
fixed. It will start to get dark soon. Can I help you get down from
there ?"

"Please." As she got down I had to reach up to help her and grabbed
her under the arms to swing her away as she got down and I wound up
with her pressed to me as I set her down. Even from that brief moment
I could tell that she was aroused as I felt her erect nipples against
my chest which made my half-awake dick leap to full staff. I was glad
she was walking in front of me as we walked back to her car. First of
all, I got to watch the way her ass wiggled as she walked and the way
her shorts had nestled into the crack between her buttocks. Second,
with her walking in front of me she was less likely to see the lump in
my pants caused by my hard-on which, at this point, ached to be set
free.

In order to tighten the belt I had to use a tire iron to push the
pulley as far back as it would go. Then by tightening the nut, the
tension on the pulley would keep the belt in place as it should be.
The only problem was that I could not push the pulley back and tighten
the nut at the same time, so I asked her if she would mind helping.
She was glad to help so I explained to her what I wanted her to do
and, once I got the tire iron in place and had pushed the pulley back
I motioned her to come hold it in place for me. As she bent further
into the car to hold it, I noticed that several more buttons on her
blouse were now undone exposing all of her lucious tits for my eyes to
devour. I was on the other side of the car at that time so she still
couldn't see my hard-on but I'm sure from the little smile she gave me
that she knew what was going on. The knowledge of my predicament must
have been somewhat exciting for her as in no time her pink nipples
were, again, hard as a rock standing out from the brown circles around
them.

It took quite a bit longer to tighten the nut than I thought as it was
hard to reach and the first two tries ended in failure as she visibly
tired of holding the pulley back. We were both sweating from the
exertion and the intense heat of the day which made her tits glisten
with the droplets of sweat which dotted them. My shirt was soaked in
no time and between the first and second attempt I decided to remove
it.  I am a fairly muscular man and I could see her admiring my
physique as I removed my shirt. I wondered at the time if her
excitement, centered between her legs, was growing as my dick
continued to twitch in my pants. 

On the third try we were, at last, able to tighten the pulley in place
and the belt was, once more, securely in place. By removing the
radiator cap I could easily tell that her radiator would need quite a
bit of water or the car would overheat again. I always keep two, three
gallon jugs of water in my truck so I headed back to fetch them. As I
did she followed me again and, this time, was asking me how often I
made this run, was I married, etc. I acknowledged that I was not
married and that I made this run usually twice a month, some times
more often depending on the crops and the season. 

"Can I carry one of those, Frank ? They look heavy."  I handed her one
of the jugs and we walked back to her car. I guess by then we had been
at the job at least an hour and only one car had passed us from either
direction. As we got to her car she again said "I sure am was glad you
came along Frank. I could have been out here alone all night." 

As we began to add the water to the radiator I noticed that she had
made no attempt to button up her blouse for which I was very glad. She
stood at my side and held the long funnel in place as I began to pour
from the first jug. She seemed to rub against me a little and as we
began to empty the first jug I had to raise it and as I raised my her
arms I felt her tits brushing against my arm and chest. It was like
static electricity as the sensation of her tits on me was absorbed by
my skin and mind and my dick again twitched with excitement. The
second jug brought more of the same, touching and twitching.

When the radiator was full we still had about half of the second jug
left. I was soaked with perspiration from head to toe so I held the
jug up over my head and poured some of the cold water over me to cool
off. As it ran down me, soaking me from head to toe, it made my pants
cling to me and I'm sure she could easily make out the bulge of my
cock as it stood at attention. I asked her if she wanted some water to
drink and was pleasantly surprised that she also wanted a shower,
which I immediately gave her as I emptied the last of the jug over her
shoulders and watched it run down her hard, glistening body. The
coolness of the water brought her nipples to full arousal and I simply
had to comment on them, "Looks like they're glad to be cool again
too."

All she said was, "Yeah, they get hot too."

We stood there for a minute or two letting the water roll off us
before I suggested we try starting her car to make sure it would run
properly without over heating. It was now about 8:15 and the sun was
beginning to set and I wanted to make sure we had some day light left
in case her car needed additional work. She started the car and we sat
there for twenty minutes or so as it began to warm up with no obvious
problem. As we sat there she grabbed her pocketbook and rummaged
around before coming out with a $50 bill which she offered to me for
helping her. I refused to accept it. 

After a moment of two of silence, and with a big smile on her face she
said "I bet I know something you might like, Frank." She then reached
over, unzipped my fly and reached in to free my aching cock from its
wet prison. As she took it out she gently massaged the head which was
now quite large and began to rub her fingers slowly up and down the
shaft. After a few minutes of rubbing me she said, "Why don't we go
back to your cab ? That way I can show you my appreciation for your
help where we can both be more comfortable"

Upon getting into the cab and securely locking the door we slipped
into the sleeping area and Monie began to strip. Her ripe and firm
body was something to behold. She then undid my belt and pulled my
pants and underpants off and began to play with my hairy balls rolling
them in her hand. The bed was large enough so we could stretch out
quite comfortably and still have room to move about and change
positions. Now she lay with her shoulder at my thing as she began to
lick and suck my stiff cock while I played with her slit, now puffy
and moist with her juices. I pulled her over on top of me and put my
head between her legs and began to tongue up and down her slit, paying
special attention to her clit which was quite prominent by this time.
As I continued to lick her wet pussy I could feel not only the rising
urgency in my balls but also the rising, falling and rotating of her
hips as she adjusted her position to maximize her enjoyment of my
licking of her pussy and clit. We knew that the time was not far off
when all control would be lost. Quickly, she turned over and around,
rose up on her knees, straddled my hips and directed my cock to the
center of her sex. As our bodies rose and fell in unison as we picked
our speed up to a frantic pace she placed her hands on either side of
my head and using that for leverage began to grind her cunt furiously
back and forth against the base of my cock. I guess that did it for
her as she let out a scream as she launched into her orgasms which
appeared to run through her in waves. That did it for me and as her
pussy alternately clamped down and released my cock I cam inside her
with all the power my balls could summon. Again and again it felt as
if my cum spurted like a jet from my pole so deep inside Monie. When
we were finished we were like two pieces of limp spaghetti nestled in
the bottom of a bowl.

We lay there quite a while basking in our mutual satisfaction before
Monie and I both knew it was time we moved on. Before parting we
exchanged addresses and telephone numbers and I promised to call her
when I passed through this area again in August. I did try to reach
her but was told that she had moved to Phoenix with her boyfriend. I
never tried to call her again but I won't forget her.


A second part of this story, A Week in Leadsville, will follow
shortly.


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