That Night

I took my eyes off the road for only a few seconds to look at Angela and tried to wrap my brain around what she just said. “Look I don’t know what the guys you are used to being around are like, but I don’t sleep with strange girls I find lying in the middle of the Highway!”

Where once there was a smile, now there was a frown. In her eyes the look of someone who felt they had just been rejected. I thought that Angela was going to cry but she straightened up, held her head high and said, “I understand that you don’t think that I’m worth sleeping with, so I’ll just leave your company when you stop next and see myself home!”

Great, for just meeting her, she sure as hell knew how to make me feel guilty. “Look I’m sorry I said it that way. It’s just that I’m not in the habit of fucking strangers even if they say they are willing! As for my next stop, that won’t be until two hundred miles to the Saskatchewan/Manitoba border. There I’ll stop for the night at a prearranged motel and spend the night bathing and sleeping there!”

That seemed to perk her up a bit, or maybe it was what I said next. “My load is due in Regina a little after noon, so instead of seeing you try to get back across Manitoba, you can spend the night in the motel, while I sleep in the truck then I deliver my load and drive you back home, if that’s alright with you that is?”

The smile returned to Angela’s lips, her body language said that she still was pissed that I didn’t take her up on fucking her, but that was something she would have to take care of, not me!

The remaining one hundred and fifty miles were driven in silence. Me concentrating on the road ahead while Angela asked if she could fiddle with the radio to find something worth listening to. She managed to find a province wide oldies station and she settled in to listen to music they played. Finally after seven PM we pulled into the motel’s lot and I parked by the manager’s office. I went in and got the room key. Then returned to help Angela get down from the cab. We went up to the room number thirteen sixty-nine.

I made sure that Angela was comfortable and had something to tide her over until the small cafe opened tomorrow morning. A box of Ritz Crackers And Cheese sandwiches and a two liter bottle of Sugarfree Coke. When she excused herself to go take a shower, I took that as my cue to return to the truck and get as comfortable as possible considering the limited space in the cab.

I must have been more tired than I would admit, No sooner was I semi comfortable than I had drifted off to sleep. I don’t remember dreaming, but apparently when I did, it was a dirty dream because when I woke up in the morning my crotch was sticky. I went to make sure that Angela was ready to get something to eat while I took the time to shower myself to a fresh feeling. I joined her in the small cafe, where a plate of scrambled eggs, two pieces of Canadian Back Bacon, two pieces of toast and a steaming cup of coffee awaited me.

Angela was still dressed in the same clothes she was in when I found her in the middle of the road. There were small differences in her appearance, her hair was disheveled and her lipstick was smudged as if she was kissing someone. There seemed to be a hint that she had sex last night or maybe it was just me thinking the worse about her being all alone in the motel room.

“Hey, I hope last night wasn’t too uncomfortable for you, was it? I tried to make it easy for you!”

What the hell did she mean by that? Then I remember the sticky feeling on my crotch. Christ no she couldn’t have had her way with me last night. I mean there was enough room for her to even sit on me let alone move up and down if she was able to get my cock hard. Hell she wouldn’t have been able to get my pants down, what with my ass sitting on them!

But the sly smile Angel gave me, the way she licked her lips made me wonder! I tried my best to eat, but more and more but when Angela started to play footies with me under the table, I knew something was different between. I finished eating, got up and paid for the breakfasts, then went to the truck and started the last leg of the journey to deliver my load.

We once again drove in semi silence, Only Angela’s sly little humming broke the air. After ten miles I couldn’t take it anymore.

I almost slammed on the breaks. But instead I remained staring straight ahead at the quickly building traffic. “What’s got you so happy this morning?”

I really didn’t expect to hear what I heard. I thought that Angela was going to say going back home had her so happy.

“The way you filled me last night when I came to visit you in the cab!”

Only the fact that there were cars both ahead of us, on both sides of us and at least one more tractor trailer behind us , prevented my stopping right then and there.

“What the fuck’s wrong with you I didn’t fuck you last night in the cab!”

Then I don’t know where it came from but Angela held out a smartphone after swiping the screen. There was a video of her naked from the waist down, me like wise. She was riding up and down my cock, crying out, “Oh Graham, Fuck me just like that!”

My lips were on her right nipple as she bounced up and down. My left hand was down between her legs making me think that I was fingering her clit. Then Angela cried out, “OH GOD YES, FILL ME WITH YOUR CUM YOU MAGNIFICENT STUD!”

I tried to think back to last night but nothing came to me. I didn’t remember opening the locked door to the cab. I definitely didn’t remember getting up so Angela could get my pants down and of course I had no memory of cumming!

A little stunned, “So you somehow raped me last night in the cab of my trick?”