Trucker Chapter 3: Just Drive - Sex Stories

Trucker Chapter 3: Just Drive

Sitting high in the cab of the Peterbilt usually made Mark feel larger than life. A sense of strength would commonly fill him as the near eighty thousand pound rig glided down the highway. He knew every sound made by the truck; he felt every bump and every jerk. None of those confident feelings comforted him this morning. Mark simply kept his eyes on the road, glancing in the mirrors every so often for a cursory check and mundanely shifting gears as required. Flipping on the radio tuned to his favorite classic rock station, the ‘Little River Band’ belted out “ Lonesome Loser ”. ‘How appropriate.’ he thought. There once was only one other place Mark would rather be than behind the wheel of his truck. As the turbo charged diesel engine hummed smoothly under the hood, Mark was going further away from her with each passing mile. He just wanted to drive and distance himself from his heartbreak. But the fact remained, a trailer signal needed fixed before starting out. This required a stop at the yard. Before Mark knew it, he was coming into town which was just starting to bustle in the light of a new day. He down shifted as he readied for the turn into the company yard. The Pete complained with a brief whine and slowed. Mark was an independent driver whom owned his own truck. The trailer, on the other hand, belonged to Ameri-National Freight, they were responsible for repairs. Mark jockeyed the rig toward the shop. He was confident this would be a short venture, because loaded ...

... trucks got priority over others. Loads meant money. Loaded trucks that were not on the highway, meant money lost. A loud spew of air sounded as the brakes set. It so happen that where he sat, Mark saw the familiar red Kenworth parked outside the company office. That was okay, he thought, he didn’t need to go over there. Talking briefly to the mechanic and touring the rear of the trailer, both were satisfied the problem wouldn’t take long to fix. The mechanic did express concern that an underlying problem could be larger and he would take a little longer to make absolutely sure everything checked out. Mark agreed but didn’t want to wait around the shop, so he gave him his cell number. That way, the mechanic could call or text him when the repair was done. Mark had some time to kill. He decided to take this opportunity to catch up his log book. He hopped on the passenger side step, opened the door and fished through glove box. As Mark took the log book, the pair of Jessie’s panties he had taken from the house earlier, fell to the floorboard. Quickly, Mark scooped them up and stuffed them in his coat pocket. Ameri-National was adjacent to a Loves Truck Stop. That was a convenience for Ameri-National drivers. Mark walked to the restaurant with his log book in hand. The early morning crowd had not yet thinned. He maneuvered around a few tables and sat at a booth near the back. Sheila, a long time waitress there, approached him as soon as he sat. “Hey sugar! What can I get you this ...