Now Sheila had lead an ordinary life.

The usual list of credits that lead to a middle management position at the local Bank. Married at 20, divorced at thirty. She had felt fat and ugly after the divorce, and had become a maniac at the local all womens gym. The intense workouts had helped her curb her craving for sex after the divorce. After two years, of 4 nights a week in the gym, and three days of running a week, she had developed a fabulous body.

The lean muscles of a woman of thirty three just looked different than a girl of twenty. One night, on her way back from a nieces band concert in Batavia, apparently, her gas gauge was almost on empty.

She saw the bright lights of the Sunoco Truck Stop on Interstate 75. As she quickly pulled into the Truck Stop for gas she noticed the line of huge trucks parked just out of the lights at the edge of the parking lot.

The Truck Stop was a buzz of activity, with a restaurant and small store. Sheila decides to get a cup of hot coffee before filling her tank. She enjoyed the smell of the coffee and the sense of excitement with all the men in the restaurant.

She probably lingered a bit longer than necessary at the counter by the cash register waiting on her coffee to go.

Several men walked by and gave her a glance, she smiled to her self.

Still getting thingys hard at thirty three. As she sat back down in her car and pulled slowly over to the gas pump she did feel a little warm moisture between her legs and thought of the old urges. The credit card in the gas pump, she wouldnt have to go back in to pay. As the long steel nozzle penetrated the throat of her gas tank she smiled to her self again. She wished it were warmer, she would take off her coat and give the boys in the restaurant a look at the perfect 34cs, her husband had paid for and never got to enjoy.

In the distracted moment she didnt notice the man walk up behind her. His voice was deep and warm, Can I do that for you, while you finish your coffee? She turned to look straight into his chest. He was over six foot. Sheila was use to being as tall or taller than men. At five six and in heels she was five nine, she was usually eye level with most men, but this guy was towering over her. All she could mutter was thank you, as his big arm reached around her and took the nozzle.

She eased past him and sat down in her car. She realized her skirt had ridden up and she was showing the top of her stockings to his stranger.

Sheila had worn the stockings for comfort she hated panty hose which was the expected norm at work. As she looked up at the smiling face of the stranger she couldnt help being impressed. He was tall and sturdy, looked to be twenty five, clean and dressed in a soft flannel shirt and jeans.

Sheila reach back and picked up the hot coffee. She carefully slid out of the seat and with her back to the car slid between the man and the car. Somehow she knows she wanted to be standing to talk to him.

As she settled in leaning against the car she noticed he smelled of Aqua Velva, the after shave her father had worn all of his life. She had smelled it a thousand times on good bye kisses and welcome homes.

The gas pump clicked off and the man turned to put the nozzle back in the slit of the pump. As he turned Sheila got a good look at the bulge in his pants, my god she thought he is huge. Now Sheila was not in the habit of checking out mens equipment, but damn this was hard to ignore. Her free hand moved up to his side and caressed the soft flannel shirt. I dont know how to thank you or even who Im thanking She heard herself say that line and was a little amazed it came from her. The man looked at her and replied with a smile Im Dave and I was glad to help out, you are far too beautiful to be pumping gas.

It was a weak line Sheila thought, but then she hadnt expected a Shakespeare, but god he had a big spear.

Sheila finished the warm coffee in a single gulp and really didnt move as she waited to see if Dave had a follow-up. After a long silence she ask what is the deal on all the trucks over there? Dave smiled, oh those are the long haulers with sleepers, taking a break. Are you a long hauler Dave? She queried with a smile. Yes mama that is my big black Peterbuilt over there at the far end. Would you like to see it? Would I came out of Sheilas mouth so fast she wondered if Dave knew what she meant. That had always been the problem with big dumb men she had to do all the work. Why dont you pull over there and I show you everything was Daves reply. As Sheila drove across the parking lot and parked in the dark corner, she had a hundred second thought about what she was doing. She should just drive on home and fantasize about what might have happened with Dave.

It would be safer and cleaner and probably more exciting that the real thing. Men were so often disappointing. She was parked an out of the car before Dave got across the parking lot.

She pulled off the heavy wool coat she had been wearing and walked around the car and over in front of the truck. It was a little chilly waiting on Dave, but Sheila did have to smile when she noticed how hard her nipples had gotten. Dave walked up and with a big mans grace seem to sweep Sheila up. She hadnt expected quiet that much physical contact quiet that quickly. He had moved her around to the dark side of the big rig and pressed her against the cold steel of the passenger side of the vehicle. He easily lifted her up and stood her on the running board of the truck. From that position with her back to the truck, they were nearly the same height. Dave looked Sheila deep in the eyes and said Are you for real hot stuff or are you just some pampered City softness? Sheilas hand trumpeted her response as it undid Daves belt and the top of his pants.

I want to see that monster length of yours Baby and I want to see how big I can make it. The lust in Sheilas voice told the story. She hadnt really had sex in three years. Oh there was the make out session with the woman at the Christmas party that convinced her she wasnt a lesbian and the hand job she gave the boy from the audit department, because he had been so eager and helpful, but no real sex or anyone she had wanted it with, it was just too messy. Daves hands rose skillfully up Sheilas thigh and pushed her skirt to her waist and held it there. Sheila gasp, she is not accustom to being exposed in public and when Dave lowers his head and plants his mouth on her crotch she jerks, he toys her personal place expertly through her now soaking wet panties. Suddenly Sheilas mind is spinning out of control she has run though the usual scene in her head, kissing groping a quick unsatisfying play and a long drive home. But the hot mouth on her softness toying and sucking was too much stimulation. She didnt even feel him roll down her panties and lift her leg so he could tongue play her.

She just grabbed the hand on the truck and held on as she rocketed to a 2 minute orgasm.

Someone had told her that abstinence was an aphasiacs. The rush of heat from her softness was at light speed and she felt her softness squirt on Daves face.

In the darkness she couldnt tell if he was smiling or if he was going to eat her alive. She was so wet she felt like a basted goose.

As Sheila felt the muscular chest and the soft flannel slide over her naked stomach and felt Daves mouth on her neck and his warm breath near her ear she quivered again.

His voice was so commanding when he said Now we got rid of those wet panties I can play you right. Sheila took a deep breath and tried to regain some composure. She had rarely had sex in an unusual place like this and never in the open like had just happened. She had always been orgasmic and oral was a favorite way. She had thought she might be gay, because she responded so much more rapidly to oral stimulation. Dave had stepped back now his pants still undone and Sheila can see the head of his huge length sticking up out the top of his waist band. She bent forward and kissed it and started to toy it. The taste of the pre-cum was special and almost sweet.

Dave stroked her hair and held her so she wouldnt fall off the running board. Again Sheilas head was spinning as she sucked Daves huge length, she wanted to feel the full length inside of her but she didnt bring protection and she wasnt she want to get played on the running board of a Semi Truck. As she came up for air Dave looked down and said get your whore soft place up in the truck right now He opened the door and Sheila did as she was told. As he crawled in behind her he shoved her into the back compartment. He climbed on top of her and shoved his huge length into her with his pants still around his knees. Sheila let out a moan as he nailed her hard.

His thrusts were deep and hard pounding she was spinning out of control. She remembered cuming three times and then nothing. It was dark and warm when she woke up. She noticed her panties on the rearview mirror and she had been covered with a blanket. Dave was gone as she climbed down out of the truck.

Sheila could never remember feeling so totally played and sore from it. She though oh my God never again.

As she drove home it was nearly dawn and even the seat of her car was rubbing her and tiny orgasms continued to wrack her body. It was a couple of weeks later on a warmer night when Sheila thought back about the Truck Stop. It had been the best sex of her life and no strings or troubles after wards. No waiting on Dave to call, she thought back that he must have used a condom, or he never came, because she had not found any stick deposit the next morning. Safe, neat and anonymous, what more could a woman want? The only thing was she wanted a repeat performance. Now the nagging problem, if she hooked up with Dave again he might want her number or to have a relationship. No Sheila wanted a trucker again just not the same trucker. She decide to investigate the situation. She pulled on a sweat shirt and jogging pants and headed out to the Truck Stop. She had no makeup on and a baseball cap so she wasnt attracting attention.

She found a truckers atlas and discovered there were several Truck Stops in the area. A little driving gave her a clear picture of the scene and an idea for an outfit. The high heals, stockings short leather mini and take top with half bra looked trashy and hot and she was off to her next trucking adventure. She liked the lettering on the tank top on the back just above the hem truckers tail for sale.

She would need to get up her nerve and that would be another story.