Trucker Chapter 3: Just Drive - Sex Stories

Trucker Chapter 3: Just Drive

... at him. Thankfully, it seemed Jack had caught on, because Badger was nowhere in sight. He knew the man that he saw once as a father figure, would come after him. Badger always voiced his side of any story and would no doubt want to air his explanation of this mess. That was something Mark could do without. As Mark finally pulled his rig onto the interstate, two emotions tore at him. The feeling of accomplishment at side stepping Badger and heartbreak, as he knew this highway had only one direction for him, away. His misfortune seemed to tag along, now he had to down shift as traffic slowed to a crawl. Three lanes were backed up as far as the eye could see. After a frustrating forty five minutes of stop and go and crawl of a distance that should have taken no more than ten minutes, Mark reached an exit for I-35 South. He was fortunate that he had never changed to the middle lane because there would have been no getting off. Mark had not planned on going this way, but he played the cards that were dealt. Lately, the deck seemed to be stacked against him. Thankfully, traffic flowed much better heading south, however, it was still bumper to bumper. Up ahead, Mark saw a Warehouse Super Center. It was only five till nine and the parking lot was mostly empty. After navigating the exit and the frontage road, Mark easily parked his rig at the fringe of the massive parking lot. Then and only then, what had happen fully sank into him. It was the first moment he had time to process ...

... everything. Mark looked over at the empty passenger seat. Before Jessie started working at the bank, she had accompanied him on many trips. Remembering how she sat and rode along with him. Her smile and the way she looked at him. Jessie never complained about what to others may seem a long boring ride. She loved being with him and he loved being with her. Besides being the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on, Jessie was daringly naughty. She teased the hell out of him when he drove, flashing him a glimpse of her breasts or by playing with herself. Mark recalled the time Jessie slumped sideways in her seat spreading her legs wide where her left leg stretched carefully against the shifter with her foot resting on his lap. Her toes prodded his crotch as if he needed any further encouragement to become ‘uncomfortable’. Jessie rested her other leg against the dashboard. Her short denim skirt easily rode up her hips to where he could glance over and see her full crotch. Only the smallest triangle of material covered her pussy. Hurdling down an interstate at eighty plus miles an hour, Jessie rubbed and fondled herself to a blissful climax. Mark also remembered that she didn’t stop there. Jessie buried fingers deep inside her hungry cunt and furiously thrust them in and out till she shuddered in another orgasm. He didn’t have to look; he could tell from the sounds his wife made what exactly was taking place. Hell, it was a wonder that he didn’t wreck the damn truck! The smile ...