Trucker Chapter 3: Just Drive - Sex Stories

Trucker Chapter 3: Just Drive

... looker. As Sheila wiped the booth table, her short uniform skirt raised high enough to show the top of her stockings. He bet Sheila raked in the tips! Even from tables she did not wait on! Mark’s attention quickly reverted back to Badger. Fifty five years old himself and still going strong! In the trucking industry all of his life, the years had been hard on him. His hair and beard that framed his face were totally white. His laughter boomed as he flirted with Sheila. All of a sudden someone stood in his view of the burly black man. It was Jack the mechanic. “Hey Mark! I have been trying to text you! You’re ready to roll!” he grinned. “Jeez… Jack, I am sorry, I completely forgot to turn my cell on! Thanks buddy. I’ll pay up here and be right over.” The mechanic smiled and found his way out of the busy restaurant. Mark left a ten dollar bill on the table for Sheila. That would cover the coffee, doughnuts, and give her a nice tip. Picking up the log book, he turned and headed for Badger’s booth. His jaw was tight with apprehension at a possible ugly confrontation, which he didn’t want. Mark had managed to avoid one with his wife, now how was he going to do it here? Badger saw Mark approach, smiled and waved him down. “Hey, Marcus!” Badger was one of the few people the used Mark’s full name. Ever since he had hired Mark years back and trained him, he always referred to him by ‘Marcus’. “I thought you’d be running round Kansas all week?” Badger added. “There has been a small ...

... change of plans.” The pit of Mark’s stomach burned. He wondered how to bring this entire mess up. Mark had known Badger for many years. He rarely ever had a cross word with him. But his marriage was over and now their longstanding friendship would be gone as well. Mark wanted to somehow let Badger know that he knew about everything without making a huge scene in the restaurant. One stroke of good fortune was that Badger’s friend excused himself to the restroom. Mark was glad no one else had to hear their conversation. Mark continued. “Fred talked to me about the Northwest run; I took him up on it!” Badger scowled. “Marcus… Fred and his counter-part at the Northwest office always have running bets, and we are the ones that always come up short! They do this every year and he has pulled you into it now!” “It’s good money Badger, no,” Mark re-thought his words, “hell, it’s great money!” “That’s if you make it Marcus! Ain’t no one done it yet!” Changing his tone, “Is Jessie okay with this, you will be gone a long time? Thanksgiving is just around the corner.” Mark let out a nervous smirk. “I have a feeling she will be… um… she is fine with it!” “I will make sure she is okay.” “Oh! I bet you will Badger.” Badger was about to take a sip of coffee, but sat it back down quickly and started to say something when his cell phone sounded with an incoming call. Both men looked down at the table where Badger had laid it. Mark saw the letters ‘JESS’ before Badger quickly picked it up. He did ...