40-ish guy, not bad looking

The guy in the truck wasn't bad looking. He was 40-ish and clean cut with some gray around his temples. All-in-all he wasn't a bad looking guy and could have blended in with all the other dads at any kids soccer game. As I peered in the window, he was trying to hide his wedding ring and a picture of his wife and kids in the console.

"Hey baby," I said. "Something I can help you with?"

He stared at me, wide eyes and nervous.

"I...uh, well, I was just wondering...." he took a deep breath and stared down at the steering wheel in front of him. I glanced down and saw the erection making a tent in the front of his pants. "Maybe I was wrong. Just...forgive me for bothering you."

"You don't have to be embarrassed," I told him. It came out a lot more confident than I felt on the inside. "Just in case you were wondering, I am working this morning. In fact, you're my first customer."

"Really?" he asked, sounding absolutely terrified, but he was looking at me again.

"Oh yeah," I said. "I like truckers. You guys, and gals of course, sacrifice a lot to keep our country running. All those long...lonely nights on the road, away from your families. Sleeping alone. Nobody to keep you company. Its got to be...hard."

He blushed.

"I've...never done anything like this before," he said.

"Its okay, baby, I'll get you through it," I said. "I offer handjob, blowjob, sex or sex including anal options. The last two charge by the hour, regardless of whether you don't finish, finish once or finish fifteen times."

We discussed prices for a moment, and then he dug out his wallet and counted out the correct amount of cash.