Truck Stop Whore

I said I’d never had sex at a truck stop. That was about to change. Sir did make sure to mention that often. In public.

I knew him from Twitter, but this was the first time we’d met. He was basically a stranger. I was alone. We started walking from where we met. This was my view.

Truck Stop Whore

So many trucks. So many powerful engines rumbling. My mind raced.

I was locked into one. My clothes came off. The hand cuffs went on.

I asked “Just how soundproofed are these anyway?”

“With the engines running, no one will hear a thing.”

So what does a truck driver do with a handcuffed woman that no one can hear locked in the cab of his truck? *grins* Why anything he wants to of course.

Poor little helpless me.

Later I asked “So how am I doing so far my first day as a truck stop whore?” (My view)

“Quite well.”

Personal note: I enjoyed the introduction. So much better than a handshake. We will have to do that again sometime. Oh, and the other girl says “Thank you” as well. 😉


 

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