It was nearly eight hours later before I pulled into the truck stop outside of Chicago. I groaned as I shut the truck off, rubbing my neck and glancing in the rearview at you sleeping curled up in my bed. I almost couldn't believe how you'd managed to sleep through four hours of driving, a stopover at a scale lane to get weighed before getting into the city, and then nearly three hours of dealing with a stupid receiver who didn't want to accept the load at the warehouse. But it wasn't long before a pleased smile crossed my lips as I remembered what we'd been doing eight hours ago. I glanced down at the polished wood tire knocker i'd tossed on the passenger seat after getting back up in the cab after dropping my load. It was classier than the clunky looking plastic things they sold at most stops, but it was also a necessary evil for a small woman trucker in a place as dirty as the Chicago warehouse district. I shook my head at the memory of the few times i'd actually had to use it as a head knocker instead of a way of checking my rig's tires, but a little smile teased at my lips as I thought about a possible new use for the smooth length. After a through cleaning and disinfecting, of course. I stretched my body, twisting in my seat until i could feel the vertebra in my back crackle and pop into place. The grime of the day weighed heavily on my skin like it did every time i had to stop in Chicago and I couldn't wait to get a shower. Pushing open the door of the cab after a final glance back to see if you were still asleep - and to appreciate the sight of your exposed breasts and stomach where the sheet had been tossed off in your sleep - i hopped out and locked the cab up to keep prowlers out. Heading in to the center, i shoved my hand in my pocket to grab my wallet, happily thinking about cashing in one of the free showers I had on my loyalty card. Twenty minutes later, I was climbing back into the cab, a plastic bag rustling where it hung from the crook of my elbow. Snorting softly as I ducked past the partially opened curtain into the sleeper, i set my bag on the counter before leaning down with the intention of shaking Your shoulder to wake you up before a better idea came to me. Smirking to myself, i carefully pulled the sheet away from the your body, letting my eyes roam over Your nude form with an appreciative hum. "Payback's a bitch," i murmured as i knelt beside the bed, sliding my fingers idly along Your toned thighs as i carefully teased them open. You moaned softly in your sleep, but your body remained pliant to My touch. Smirking, i ran my palm over your stomach, sliding it slowly up until it glided over your pert breast, the slight calluses on my palm from driving rasping against the softness of your nipple. I caught your lip between my teeth as I felt your body starting to respond to what i was doing to your sleep pliant body, but I contented myself with cupping Your breasts in my hands, thumbs idly flicking the nipples into stiff peaks. My tongue darted out to moisten my lips as another moan slipped from your lips. I couldn't get over how incredibly sexy it was to hear how uninhibitedly vocal You were or watch how quickly you responded to my touch. You whimpered in your sleep as your legs spread wider, unconsciously asking for more making My eyes darken with want. "I can't even believe how much of a slut you are," i murmured, sliding a hand down to cup your bare mound, moaning softly at the feeling of slick arousal slipping out to coat my fingers. "Shaved smooth and already wet as hell. Good Lord..." I caught my lower lip between my teeth, my eyes fixed on your sleeping face as I parted your pink folds. You shifted in your sleep, but didn't stir as I eased a finger deep into your hot, wet channel. Even having been stretched out by the rough pounding id given you just this morning, i could still feel the slick heat of your walls rippling tightly against my slim digit, causing a low groan to spill from my lips. "Fucking hell," i whispered as i started sliding my finger in and out, drawing more arousal from you now whimpering wantonly and cupping your own breast in your sleep. "All you need is a little sleep to tighten that dirty snatch of yours up again?" I groaned, reaching down to palm the bulge of my cock through my jeans for a moment before pulling the zipper down and pulling it free from the constraints of my clothes with a moan of relief. I was sliding a second finger into your core, fluttering them to stretch you wider even as i fisted my cock with rough pumps, when You started waking up. It wasn't an immediate arousal or even a relatively quick one like I had experienced that morning. Instead you woke slowly, your back arching up off the bed as you shivered around the fingers curling up into your g-spot, a moan cresting your lips as your breasts jutted towards the top bunk. I couldn't help the moan that broke through me without control at the sight. Licking my lips, i leaned forward and caught a breast between my lips, suckling roughly at the peak with more teeth than i might otherwise have employed. Pushing a third finger roughly into Your pussy as your thighs spread wider, i started fucking you hard with my fingers, no longer concerned about waking you up. For You, it was like waking from a wet dream into an even better reality. You gasped with pleasure, caught between the feeling of your core being pounded almost as wonderfully as it had that morning and the teeth, tongue, and lips pulling intense jolts of pleasure from your breast. Your hand came up and tangled in my dark hair without thinking, pulling me closer to your breast as your hips began to buck up into My hand. Letting go of my cock and fumbling at my jeans as i got up off the floor of the cab, trying not to let go of your breast and nipple sucked into my mouth, i pulled my fingers out of you with a wet sound that dragged a wordless protest from you even as I climbed on top, my jeans and briefs awkwardly pushed down around hips. I arched my back awkwardly to keep sucking hard on Your breast as i lined myself up with fingers drenched from fucking you and slammed home, moaning around the flesh between my teeth. You cried out as my head bottomed out against your cervix, eyes finally opening wide and nails digging into My scalp as your legs came up to wrap around my bare ass. I growled as I finally let go of Your breast, leaving the peak dark red from the blood my suckling had brought to the surface, coated with saliva, and nearly singing with painful pleasure as the over stimulated nipple came in contact with the cool air of the air conditioned cab. My hands dug into the sheets on either side of Your head, your shoulders somehow coming to rest on my forearms as i pounded into you , my ass flexing under your toned legs with each rough thrust. Without thinking, my swollen lips came down and captured Yours in a possessive kiss, tongue thrusting in to claim your mouth as my cock claimed the begging hole between your thighs. There was nothing gentle in our joining. It was rough, wet, and sticky with our combined fluids. My shirt rubbed roughly over Your sensitive breasts, bringing even more sensation to you as you were fucked even harder than you had been that morning. Panting grunts fell from My throat only to be swallowed by Your mouth. Nails dug into My back, saved from angry welts only by the shirts i was still wearing. The cab rocked from the force of my thrusts into your slut hole. It seemed like forever before My thrusts began to grow erratic with my impending orgasm. You had already came twice before i finally froze over you, my cock spurting hot, thick cum deep into Your core. The feeling of being filled with My cum until it seeped out around the thick cock impaling you made you come again even harder than before, screaming into My mouth as i pressed a hard kiss to your lips. Despite how long it seemed that we laid there without moving after coming down from our highs, when I raised my head to look at the digital display on the microwave, i ended up snorting. "Twenty minutes? Seriously?" You laughed breathlessly under me, laying your hands flat against my cotton covered stomach and pushing gently until I rolled to the side, sliding out of you in a rush of cum. "Now that was a wake up," i murmured, a pleased smile covering my face even as a blush spread from her face down to my chest. I propped myself up on my elbow beside you with a smirk, not bothering to put myself away as i drew a possessive hand over Your body from your red tipped breasts down to your swollen core. "That sort of thing happens when my slut insists on sleeping naked all day," i said with a soft chuckle as I idly pressed a finger into your sensitive core, making you moan. "I guess I'm going to have to fuck you to sleep tonight if I want to get any rest." Your hands tightened in the sheets as you looked down your body at where I was idly fingering you, but you couldn't help the smile at the thrill my words brought you. "You think you're up to that sort of activity?" You teased gently, freeing a trembling hand to give my cock a gentle squeeze. "Don't old ladies have a strict bedtime?" I cocked a brow at you. "Really? You're giving me shit about being older than you? Cocky little brat," i muttered, flicking my thumb over Your clit until you cried out before pulling out, leaving you still trembling with want as i tucked herself away. "And to think I got us a shower in another twenty minutes if you can manage to put some clothes on your slutty little body." "I'll have you know, I can get dressed in the tiniest of dressing rooms," You insisted, trying to deny the shiver that ran through your body as I pulled my fingers out. Your whole body felt like it was singing like a string pulled too taut, but you slid across the bed to put your feet on the floor and make your shaky way to your bag, pulling out undergarments and a skirt and sweater combo before you heard Me make an annoying buzzing noise behind you. "Nope. You're not wearing some fugly ass animal sweater," i said, getting up and reaching up to the top bunk to grab a faded black t-shirt with a worn out screenprint on the front. "Wear that." You held up the t-shirt, frowning at the screenprint in confusion. "...I like big trucks and I cannot lie?" I grinned at you showing off even, white teeth. "Is it lying?" I asked, leaning back against the bunks. "I suppose not." A blush colored your cheeks as you pulled on your underthings before wiggling into the surprisingly tightly fitted t-shirt and your skirt. You ran your hands down the faded cotton, smoothing it out over your stomach and bringing the still hard peaks of your nipples into sharp relief for a moment.
