in before,” the man said, shaking his head. “You gonna be sick, boy? That’s some powerful stuff; I’ve seen it burn through leather gloves.”
“Not gonna be sick, but I don’t think I want this job anymore,” was Andy’s retort through chattering teeth as he gathered up his wet and smelly clothes and footwear. “I’m pretty sure that’s the last time I want to do that job.”
The man had laughed as he watched Andy walk to the bunkhouse. “Good idea, son.”
Sitting at the truck stop now, Andy swore he could still catch whiffs of the chemicals every time he moved. Wait a minute… there …his patience had paid off; one of the trucks pulling in had to be fully loaded by the way it moved on its springs, and the driver had looked his way—a clear sign he was hoping to hire a helper. Andy half-waved a question at him and received a chin lift in return. Now he needed to find a safe place to park the Indian for a few hours.
Later that evening, he checked in with Jen, a waitress, to thank her for helping him. She had let him park the bike in a locked storage shed out back of the truck stop. Smiling coquettishly, she asked him if he’d give her a ride when she got off her shift, and he shook his head and said, “I don’t have a second seat, baby, sorry.”
She grinned at him. “Who said I was talking about the bike? I’m off in ten minutes; meet me by the truckers’ showers.” She patted his cheek, turned, and walked away, her ass swishing with every step.
He was waiting by the showers in five minutes with a towel and a key, because whether she showed or not, he needed a shower. Hearing the clip-clop of heels on the tile hallway, he looked up to see her sauntering towards him, taking off her apron. She squealed a little as he reached out to grab her by the waist, and then he quickly unlocked the door and pulled her inside.
Wrapping his arm around her, he held her tightly, her breasts crushing against his chest. He dropped the towel and key on the bench inside the door, and raked one hand through her hair; he used that grip to angle her head back, which allowed easy access to her throat as she gasped and groaned. Sliding his other hand up the column of her throat, he wrapped his fingers around her neck, and then moved to cup her jaw, rubbing his thumb across her lips. Nibbling and lightly biting along her throat, he used his grip on her hair to control her movements, twisting her head back and forth to ease his access.
He leaned her hard against the wall and pushed her skirt up to her waist. Angling himself into her, he bent his knees and rubbed his erection against the thin fabric covering her cunt, pushing and stretching her panties. Her hands were wandering over his body, and it was distracting, because he didn’t know if she was going to pinch, scratch, or stroke, so he caught her hands in his and pulled them to the wall above her head. “Leave ‘em there, baby,” he growled out.
He moved one hand to stroke up the back of her thigh, flirting with the elastic edge of her underwear. Slipping a finger underneath, he dragged his hand around her leg to the inside of her thigh and his goal. She wasn’t wet yet, so he was careful as he slid his fingers along her folds. He flicked her clit with one fingertip and heard a quick intake of breath, then a groan when he grasped it lightly between thumb and finger, rubbing and pinching.
He focused back on her neck, kissing and pressing his body against her. His hand left her hair, sliding down her side, where his thumb brushed the underside of her breast and found her hardened nipple. Putting his mouth over her breast and on top of her clothes, he mouthed and sucked, nipping and biting. Finally feeling her slicken below, he slipped one finger deep inside her, capturing her groan in his mouth and eating it down.
He added a second finger and stroked slow and long, allowing the heel of his hand to press hard against her clit with every movement. Her kisses
“Not gonna be sick, but I don’t think I want this job anymore,” was Andy’s retort through chattering teeth as he gathered up his wet and smelly clothes and footwear. “I’m pretty sure that’s the last time I want to do that job.”
The man had laughed as he watched Andy walk to the bunkhouse. “Good idea, son.”
Sitting at the truck stop now, Andy swore he could still catch whiffs of the chemicals every time he moved. Wait a minute… there …his patience had paid off; one of the trucks pulling in had to be fully loaded by the way it moved on its springs, and the driver had looked his way—a clear sign he was hoping to hire a helper. Andy half-waved a question at him and received a chin lift in return. Now he needed to find a safe place to park the Indian for a few hours.
Later that evening, he checked in with Jen, a waitress, to thank her for helping him. She had let him park the bike in a locked storage shed out back of the truck stop. Smiling coquettishly, she asked him if he’d give her a ride when she got off her shift, and he shook his head and said, “I don’t have a second seat, baby, sorry.”
She grinned at him. “Who said I was talking about the bike? I’m off in ten minutes; meet me by the truckers’ showers.” She patted his cheek, turned, and walked away, her ass swishing with every step.
He was waiting by the showers in five minutes with a towel and a key, because whether she showed or not, he needed a shower. Hearing the clip-clop of heels on the tile hallway, he looked up to see her sauntering towards him, taking off her apron. She squealed a little as he reached out to grab her by the waist, and then he quickly unlocked the door and pulled her inside.
Wrapping his arm around her, he held her tightly, her breasts crushing against his chest. He dropped the towel and key on the bench inside the door, and raked one hand through her hair; he used that grip to angle her head back, which allowed easy access to her throat as she gasped and groaned. Sliding his other hand up the column of her throat, he wrapped his fingers around her neck, and then moved to cup her jaw, rubbing his thumb across her lips. Nibbling and lightly biting along her throat, he used his grip on her hair to control her movements, twisting her head back and forth to ease his access.
He leaned her hard against the wall and pushed her skirt up to her waist. Angling himself into her, he bent his knees and rubbed his erection against the thin fabric covering her cunt, pushing and stretching her panties. Her hands were wandering over his body, and it was distracting, because he didn’t know if she was going to pinch, scratch, or stroke, so he caught her hands in his and pulled them to the wall above her head. “Leave ‘em there, baby,” he growled out.
He moved one hand to stroke up the back of her thigh, flirting with the elastic edge of her underwear. Slipping a finger underneath, he dragged his hand around her leg to the inside of her thigh and his goal. She wasn’t wet yet, so he was careful as he slid his fingers along her folds. He flicked her clit with one fingertip and heard a quick intake of breath, then a groan when he grasped it lightly between thumb and finger, rubbing and pinching.
He focused back on her neck, kissing and pressing his body against her. His hand left her hair, sliding down her side, where his thumb brushed the underside of her breast and found her hardened nipple. Putting his mouth over her breast and on top of her clothes, he mouthed and sucked, nipping and biting. Finally feeling her slicken below, he slipped one finger deep inside her, capturing her groan in his mouth and eating it down.
He added a second finger and stroked slow and long, allowing the heel of his hand to press hard against her clit with every movement. Her kisses
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