Why is he looking at me like that? Why is he talking to me like that? Who does he think that I am?
He wasn’t what I expected to see from a trucker. I expected someone older and fatter, not this guy who looks about my age. So handsome. So built.
And I think I’m not what he expects either.
Because the way he keeps talking to me makes one thing clear: he thinks that I’m a woman. He thinks that I’m pretty. He thinks so many things about me and all that I can think is how flattered I am and it makes me wonder.
Can I be that girl for him? Can I satisfy his needs?
Can I give him everything he wants?
“Do you like this life?” I asked Mitch, turning and looking at him steering the truck down the road.
“Driving?” he asked, “It’s nice and freeing. Something about a man and a long stretch of road just speaks to my soul so yeah I like it, but there are downsides. Truth is it’s awfully lonely out here by yourself.”
Impulse drove me now, reaching over across the cab and placing my hand on his thigh, feeling the tense muscles of his leg underneath my hand.
“You’re not alone now,” I said, my eyes looking at him meaningfully as my hand slipped down into the inside of his thigh.
Mitch looked down at my hand and then over at me. He read the situation perfectly, understanding what it was that was on offer here. When he looked at me there was a flash of contained hunger in his eyes.
“I don’t want you to feel pressured,” he said, his voice quieter and more even than it had been this whole time.
“No,” I heard myself speaking and knew it was the truth that I couldn’t quite face yet, “I want to. I want to help you feel less lonely. You’ve been so nice to me.”
Those were the last words spoken. Those were the last words that needed to be spoken.
My hand slipped up to the belt of his pants and loosened them quickly. I unzipped and tugged them down, watching in awe as his cock lunged out of his pants and bobbed in the air in front of me.
God he was enormous, his cock was thick and heavy, the weight of it immense in front of me. I reached out tentatively, wrapping my fingers around it and slowly stroking up and down the length of it. I stared in amazement as he moaned for me, and felt a thrill in me as I leaned over and took him into my mouth.