1. Truck Stop Love


    Date: 8/13/2015, Categories: Flash Erotica, Author: loneleygirl68, Rating: 16, Source: LushStories

    Sitting in the booth at the truck stop, I anxiously look at my cell phone and watch the time pass. Fifteen more minutes and I finally meet Andy, the man I’ve been talking to online and on the phone for a year. Will he really look like his picture? What if he’s a serial killer? Or really a woman? Stop it, Jules! What are you doing, sitting here second guessing yourself? Damn nerves! Ten minutes. What if we don’t like each other, after all? Am I dressed okay? We’ve planned to ride in his truck, find a quiet, out-of-the-way hotel and spend three nights together. Afterwards, I’ll fly home to Utah while he heads back to Michigan. Gazing through the window, I absently chew on a fingernail. I smile, thinking about the fun we’ve had online and on the phone. Boy we do have fun...what if it isn’t as good in real life? Five minutes to go. Oh, is that his truck? He said it would be blue but he wouldn’t be certain until he got to the yard what kind of trailer he would be hauling. The truck that’s swung around to back up and park is powder blue. Is it him? Have I time to check my hair and makeup in the restroom? Nope, the cab door is open, boots on the steps and... Oh My Gosh. What an ass! He hadn’t told me he had such a fine ass. Now he’s turning towards me, the door still blocking his face from view. I see his mighty impressive ‘package.’ He obviously takes care of himself, even though he sits on that tight ass much of the day. Now that I’ve seen him, I’m not so nervous. Truthfully, my ...
    panties are damp... okay, not damp, they’re soaking wet. Pure lust shot straight to my pussy as I saw his ass and manly attributes in the front of his low-slung, button fly, tight, faded denims. Okay Jules, breathe. No need to come off like a bitch in heat, even if you are one! Come on, you’re a 40 year old recently-divorced woman with a modicum of experience. Okay... breathing under control, heart rate approaching normal, palms nearly dry. Looking up, I realize I had missed watching him stroll across the parking lot. He’s coming through the door. I stand, a huge smile on my face. What a relief that all the pictures he’d sent, really were of him. All 6ft and 200lbs of him. Warm brown eyes, slightly greying hair and a gorgeous smile. We spoke at the same time. “Andy?” “Julie... Jules?” Then we hugged and kissed like lovers who’d been too long apart. Who gave a shit that we had an audience. Too soon the kiss ended and Andy set me down on my feet. I hadn’t realized he’d lifted me off the ground! We grinned at each other like fools before Andy grabbed my hand and we headed for his truck. Outside, we jogged across the parking lot, hurrying to get there. Andy helped me up the cab steps, his hand lingering on my ass. I gathered up my long loose skirt and scooted over the driver’s seat and gearshift, making room for him to get in behind me. He immediately closed the door and closed curtains around the windows. I snatched a look around and saw the double bed back of the cab. Oh yes! ...
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