Last Load
by Brian Starr

Amy slammed the door of the truck. She hated these 2AM start times. She was tired and glad to finally call it a day. Her slender but muscled arms were sore and they felt like they were going to fall off. Her bones felt so weary, she could hardly move her fingers. Amy's legs were tense, especially her left leg, the one she used all day for pushing the clutch petal in. The city route she had just finished was the most grueling one that her company had. "I need a vacation," she thought to herself.

Mark, her dispatcher, met her at the drivers' entrance, a smile adorning his usually somber face.

"Amy, Ames, my favorite driver," he called out. She knew by the sound of his voice she was in trouble, when Mark called her Ames, he always needed a favor.

"One of our stores is having a big Saturday sale and they need a load of refrigerators delivered tonight. I know it’s Friday and you had an early start time, but I know I can depend on you. I'll make it worth your while."

Amy involuntarily mumbled a feeble okay and started the paperwork for her new route. Amy reached over onto the desk and picked up the phone. She dialed the number and Freddie answered and shouted his cheery greeting, “King‘s motors, where you always get a fair deal.”

“Hi Fred it‘s me. I have to do an extra route so we can‘t leave for our special weekend until later. It should only take me about two and a half hours to do. I‘m really sorry.”

“Amy, its always you that is ruining our plans with that stupid trucking job of yours,” Freddie‘s cheery voice changed and now was cracking from anger. “I‘m sorry but I don‘t want to wait for you. You‘ll have to spend the weekend alone. I‘m going early without you.” Freddie hung up the phone.

Fred never learned how important this job was to her. She should dump Freddie and find someone else, but she loved Freddie or at least she thought she did. Amy put her head down and started to cry, but she caught herself just in time. Mark came over with her paperwork, and began to gently stroke her long auburn hair.

“Everything okay? Are you sure you want to work late? I could ask Evan or Tom to do this delivery, but you know that you are the only one I can trust to do this on time. I promise I will make this worth your while. Maybe if you don‘t have plans, I can buy you dinner when you come back. But right now, you look like you need could use some coffee, I’ll run over and get you a cup.”

Mark was right. She was the best driver in the fleet. She took the papers from Mark and began get her thoughts together. Mark went to get her some coffee while the loading dock workers loaded her truck. She chatted and joked with them and it made her feel a little better. Soon Mark was back with the coffee and her truck was loaded, then she was out of the parking lot and onto the interstate. It was 1PM. Amy would be back to the trucking terminal and finished for the day before rush hour started.

Out on the open road, she sipped her coffee and daydreamed of the night before. Freddie was good in bed that‘s for sure. He knew how to please her and make her fantasies come true. If for nothing else, it was worth keeping Freddie around just for the sex. He would run his tongue along the inside of her legs and then bury it deep into her womanhood all the while teasing her erect clit.

She was getting a little turned on while driving. Amy reached down and rubbed herself through her blue jeans. She felt her panties starting to get wet. She was so busy stimulating herself with the memories of Freddie‘s fantastic fucking, she didn‘t notice the accident up on the road ahead until she almost rear-ended the car stopped in front of her. Shaking at the thought of a near collision, Amy put her head down on the steering wheel.

When she finally picked her head up off of the steering wheel she looked around at the traffic stopped for the accident. Amy glanced down into the car next to her, a brand new BMW. The man inside looked like the typical business man, blue suit, cell phone and lots of impatience. He was drumming on his steering wheel and he seemed more impatient than Amy. She stared down into the car, confident that he couldn‘t see her. Amy put the truck in neutral and set the parking brake and was mildly amused at his frustration for being caught in this traffic situation. He angrily fiddled with the stations on his car radio and made some calls on his cell phone. He looked like a wild caged animal looking for a way to escape his prison.

Amy turned on the truck‘s radio and found a good station, all the while watching what Mr. Impatient was doing. Then he did something which shocked her—he unbuttoned his trousers and brought out his cock, and in a flash, stroked it to its erect state. Amy was mesmerized. In 7 years of driving trucks she had never seen such a thing. After her little daydream, she was still pretty moist herself. Amy reached down and undid her own pants and rolled them down past her knees. She felt her nipples harden and push up against the inside of her bra. Like radar, she felt down and found her soggy womanhood and stroked it in time with him.

At first he started slow, moving his hand up and down his erect shaft. His hand would move down his shaft and Amy inserted two fingers inside herself to simulate his cock going deep inside her. Then he would move his hand slowly up towards his cock‘s head and Amy would withdraw her fingers, not all the way, just leaving the tips of her fingers inside of her to pretend that it was his cocks head. Amy was staring at him, pleasuring himself and she was keeping perfect time with his movements. She followed his every movement. He was in control, fucking her without his knowledge. By this time, she was almost ready to go over the edge. Amy saw that his breathing was getting shallow and his cocks head was getting bigger and turning a bright shade of purple, ready to explode its big load. Amy wanted his cock buried deep inside her with that giant head spurting his gratitude to her. She felt her own body quiver as her own orgasm overtook her. They both came together, with his hot liquid shooting all over his nice leather seats and her‘s drowning the driver‘s seat of the truck with her love juices.

Mr. Impatient noticed that traffic started moving again and dropped his now limp penis, cleaned up his mess with a paper towel, and then sped away. Amy quickly looked around the truck‘s cab and found some rags to sit on, then pulled up her pants and snapped the truck into gear. She hurried down the highway to her destination, eager to get back to the terminal. She wondered if Mark would “make it worth her while” and consider a good fuck after their dinner together to satisfy her new sexual cravings.