Part 4

That last drip of spunk dangled from her chin for what seemed an unnatural amount of time. I watched it out the corner of my eye, swaying with every slight movement of the cab. Still not quite capable of believing the circumstances under which it had come to be there, nor get over the guilt of having seemingly pushed the miracle too far. Until finally, one bump in the road too many sent it splashing down onto her still-bared breasts.

She barely seemed to notice. We travelled miles like that, in silence: Her just staring out the window lost in thoughts I dare not ask. Me giving the difficult task of navigating my heavy beast the concentration I probably should have all along. I fretted and fretted that I had scared or hurt this poor lost angel. Been too rough, even when all had been of her own inception and eagerness. But I couldn't find the words to broach the subject… to apologise and promise no more funny business until she was safely at her destination, wherever that may be.

Finally, the rain did begin to slow… though stopping completely seemed far from its agenda. The road ahead did not seem quite so unassailable, and faint lights in the distance spoke of civilization at the end of this backwater trail. For the first time in a long while, she made a noise that wasn't gasping for breath.

“Can we pull over somewhere? I need to take a leak.” Her voice was flat and calm, betraying nothing of her mood.

“There's still no rest stop for miles…” I offered, shyly. “It'll have to be behind a bush.”

“Bushes is fine.” She replied, as any country girl would.

I found the nearest likely spot, with plenty of space to park the truck up and a healthy dose of shrub for shelter. There was still unlikely to be much in the way of traffic at this hour, but we'd crossed the odd pair of headlights here and there. She moved for the door immediately… but then paused and seemed to make a decision: In one smooth movement she reached down and slipped off those lacy, red panties, to dump unceremoniously on the seat where she'd been. I barely dared blink as she proceeded to clamber down, staring at that small crumpled pile of fabric. Knowing that as the door slammed back to, she was now out there in nothing but that old, borrowed shirt.

I'd left the lights on so to guide her, but now worried I should turn them off. In the weigh up between modesty and the risk of snakes, I supposed she'd already shown little fear of the first. I drummed my fingers on the wheel, doing my utmost not to stare out into that darkness… seeking out hints of a bobbing bare behind. Suddenly I realised my own need was also pressing, trained as I was to ignore it as long as possible. I stepped out of my own door and called out to the night:

“I'm going the other way myself, be back in a minute.”

Confident that such was enough to make it clear I was trying to sneak a peek of a half-naked young lady urinating.

I stomped off into the darkness and successfully drained the lizard, doing my best not to imagine any such pictures that might be available in the close surrounds. Fortunately, such hypothetical visions were quickly dispelled… by what really awaited me when I got back to the truck…

She was perched up on the front wheel arch. Half in shadow, a teasing smirk played across her face as she leant on one elbow, spry legs and single item of clothing spread wide as could be. She looked bored of waiting. Which, in itself, was a crime that could not be ignored.