Afternoon Delight at the Rest Area

by The Ol' Trucker

What you are about to read is almost entirely fiction, the product of my boredom, and composed mentally while driving down the road then put into my laptop computer. The part about the girl in the car next to me requesting me to blow my horn and her kiss blown back to me is true, the rest isn't. I don't advocate underage sex, and have never done it myself. But, I hope you enjoy the story anyway!

I am a trucker. Yeah, I know what you're thinking now--dirty, dumb, rude, a druggie, etc. Well, at least with me, you're wrong on all those counts. I have my faults, but they aren't on that list. I'm smart enough that I used to be a member of Mensa, but I let that lapse when I lost my job several years ago, and I'm a pretty average man of 52. Reading want ads for a couple of years made me realize that about 1/3 of them were for truck drivers, so I did the training and got the job. Many people believe that it would be an exciting job, but believe me, it's about 99.5% boredom when all you do is keep it between the lines with the cruise control set. But that other half percent is either terror (another story) or excitement.

I was cruising South on I-35 hauling a heavy load in Kansas the other day (if you're going by there, stop at exit 155 at the TA truck stop and eat the BBQ ribs--delicious!) when a slight hill slowed me down somewhat. The four-wheelers behind me wanted by, so one started passing with another right behind. The first one slowed down for some reason right ahead of me causing the second, a nice BMW SUV, to be travelling next to me at the same speed. I looked down and saw an extremely gorgeous girl of about 11 or 12 doing the universal "honk your air horn" signal which consists of the fist in the air being drawn vertically downward. I did it, she smiled at me, glanced nervously at the driver for a second, then looked back at me and puckered her lips in a kissing motion. DAMN! I suspect that she will be a real man-target someday, and if not so young, would make me think about asking her for a date. But, jail bait is off-limits since I don't want to share a cell with Bubba for 10-20 years. She would become a part of my fantasies for the next few days but that would be all. I've looked at young girls with lust and appreciation of their beauty before--sure, what man hasn't--but never touched or done anything with an underage girl/woman. I'm not one of those perverts who gets off on naked 6 year old girls or anything like that. I have always found women with a little bit of life under their belts know what's going on since they have had more chance to learn and experience. So, this one looked good, but I thought more about how good she might be in 8 or 10 years rather than right now.

The several cups of coffee and large buffet lunch had worked their magic on me and I felt the need to stop at a rest area about 45 minutes after that encounter. As I was leaving the rest room and heading back to the truck maybe for a nap, I heard footsteps behind me very closely. Turning around to look, my nymphette from the next car was right there! She quickly asked if she could walk with me and see the truck up close and I agreed. Her dad had developed a migraine headache, and wanted to stop and take a nap for a couple hours. He told her to behave and not talk to any strangers and when he woke up, they would leave. She followed me to the truck and I thought she would then walk back, but when I unlocked the driver's door and opened it to get in, she jumped up there faster than I could (I'm in my 50s, remember!) and sat in the seat. I have my on-board computer, maps, receipts, CD player, etc., in the passenger seat, so she either had to get out or move back to the sleeper to allow me to get in. When she opened the curtain and popped down on my bunk, I quickly told her to scoot over and I'd come back there with her and close the curtain. Uh oh, I'm in a very small and private space with a very attractive and desirable underaged girl-woman, and my body's instincts started taking over and the old under-used (as of late) organ started to twitch and engorge slowly. I figured I'd be good, talk for a few minutes, then show her the door and be on my way. It didn't work out that way, though.

She immediately spotted my pile of DVDs and zeroed in on one with the large caption "XXX" on the label. The cover showed a man with a large hard-on, half of which was in a woman's mouth. She appeared to be seeing a ghost or something, and said, "People don't really do that, do they?" I had to assure her that it did happen, but that she was too young to know about such things. I grabbed the case from her and was ready to open the curtain and escort her to the door when she told me that she had older friends who had told her about some experimentation they had done and about the talk her mom had with her not more than a month ago. Some of her friends had told her about seeing, and in one case, briefly touching, the private parts of male friends, and allowing the same to be done in return by those males. She didn't say that they had gone any farther than that. Her mom had told her about boys and the only thing they wanted, and that she should be a good girl until she got married, and then only allow her husband to "do it" (with an unspecified "it") rarely, and that it was only slightly more bearable when drunk. So, this poor girl thought sex was bad and dirty, knew none of the specifics, and had been shocked by the picture of the blow job on my DVD. She asked, but I wouldn't let her watch it and she started to pout, telling me that she was already starting to grow up and proceeded to prove it by removing her pullover shirt in one quick motion to show me the tiny tit-buds forming on her chest, still not quite large enough for a bra. She then asked if she could see what I had. I hesitated while thinking about sharing that cell with Bubba for too many years. Out of nowhere, she just grabbed my sweat pants (more comfortable for driving than jeans) and since I was still standing, she pulled them down. Now she's topless and I'm bottomless! She reached over and tenatively touched my rapidly growing organ, astounded at how quickly it was changing at her fingertips' stimulation. She smiled that heavenly half-girl/half-woman smile at me and grabbed it rather forcefully, squeezing slightly. That, of course, stimulated me more and caused an involuntary jerking inside her small fist. Logic and good sense went out the window and I urged her to stroke it easily and slowly. She did for a few seconds, giving me great pleasure. She asked if she could do what the woman in the picture was doing. Throwing caution to the wind, I told her to go very slowly and to start by just looking at it real closely and giving a tentative lick or two before trying to put it in her mouth. She was able to follow directions very well and those first few inexperienced licks were almost enough to put me over the edge, but I restrained myself through sheer mental effort and will power. When she put her lips around the pinkish-purple head and started doing what I told her, moving up and down very slowly while fluttering her tongue, I could no longer contain myself. I told her that I was about to come and that she should take her mouth off me. Well, she either knew nothing at all about how males react, or much more than she was letting on, because she didn't follow that direction and started sucking harder and faster, seeming to enjoy it immensely. I don't know if she had done this before or if she was just a natural-born cocksucker, but she let me spew what seemed to be the pent-up gallons of cum in her mouth. She swallowed every drop, even keeping my dick in her mouth a moment or two as it began to wilt away to softness again.

Did this really just happen to me or was I merely dreaming? I must be dreaming, because I remember being tired after a huge lunch and seeing that rest area and thinking how nice an hour nap would be. Yes, I would wake up and the memory of that dream would fade away like the morning dew when the sun comes up. But while I was dreaming and realizing that it was a dream, I might as well enjoy myself some more by becoming the producer and director of my own mental XXX flick. I decided I would reciprocate with her and show her how a real man (not a horny school kid with more hormones than knowledge) could pleasure a woman. I started by taking off my shirt and lying next to her and kissing her--first close mouthed, then tickling her lips with my tongue until she opened them and started wrestling tongues with me. As we were doing that, I moved one of my hands to one of the tiny bumps on her chest and started caressing it very lightly, going over the end and circling the nipple with a single finger. It started getting erect under my ministrations and she gave an involuntary moan into my mouth. I then moved to the other breastlet's nipple and did the same, with her starting to squirm a little bit. She drew her mouth from mine and said that I was making her feel strange and tingly all over. I smiled, nodded, and put my now unoccupied lips on the nipple that wasn't being touched. Light flutters of the tongue over and around that beautiful brownish-pink nipple brought more moans, louder and of a longer duration. "Do you like that?", I inquired.

"Yes, it feels great, don't stop!" was the reply. Man, was I glad I had parked away from all the other trucks! She started writhing around more and told me that she had never felt this way before. I thought about stopping, calling it a day right here. But that thought passed quickly when she started rubbing her crotch with a woman's instinctive knowledge with one hand on the outside of her pants. That made me remove my my mouth from her nip and tell her that she didn't have to do it herself, that I could help there also. All she had to do was just pull down those jeans and let my fingers show her how to feel good there. She couldn't lift her cute little ass off the bunk fast enough and start yanking them down, wiggling out of her jeans and the panties at the same time.

Damn, I MUST be dreaming, or else I've died and gone to heaven! I never saw such a beautiful cunt before in my life! Not yet hairy, it was covered with a sparse covering of peach fuzz down that would very soon start changing to a full-grown bush. The effects of puberty were also evident with the layer of fat that gets deposited in all the right places having already started to form on her cuntlips. No clit was evident behind the slighly chubby vulva, but I knew from experience with other women that it had to be there. I put my mouth back on her nipple and stroked one finger up the cleft of those closed lips very softly several times, exerting slightly more pressure and spreading them more each time until my fingertip felt a bump which had to be her clit. Once I felt it, I let my finger linger there, just wiggling it slightly, then moved it down until I got a real surprise--she was starting to juice like crazy! Imagine walking briskly down a clear sidewalk in the winter, then hitting a slick spot covered with ice. You speed up or fall due to loss of friction. Yes, my finger slid right down to the opening of that wonderful honeyhole. I didn't put it inside, but did move enough to coat it liberally with love juice, then went back up the crack to her clit. Ah, is there much better in the world than rubbing a clit with a well-lubed finger? Well, yes, there most certainly is, but let's take this one step at a time, if you don't mind and aren't in a hurry.... After all, it's my dream and my self-directed XXX flick!

About two minutes of clit-stroking of increasing pressure made her move in ways I hadn't seen in a long time, and the noises emanating from her throat were urging me on. I asked her if she wanted me to make her feel even better and do to her what she had done to me earlier. She objected that she didn't have anything like what I did, and asked how it was done and would she really like it. I told her it was easier to demonstrate than explain and that I would quit if she wanted me to--all she had to do was say the word. She gave her approval to try it, and I moved enough that I could line up my mouth with the delicate morsel of sweetness between her legs. I slowly and gently pulled the engorged pussy lips apart with my fingers so that the little man in the rowboat stood up in front of me and then moved my mouth carefully nearer. The first flick of the tip of my tongue on her most sensitive part elicited a very audible gasp and an involuntary push of her love-mound toward my mouth. So, I did what she wanted, I licked again, slightly more forcefully. More movement, more noise. Until she told me to stop, I'd keep going toward my goal--showing her an orgasm in the first degree!

Countless licks finally brought one coherent word to her mouth: "MORE!" So, being the nice, cooperative and accomodating person that I am, I decided to tickle her G-spot with my finger while licking and sucking her clit. Yep, a flood of female secretions allowed the finger to ease slowly inside. Oops, I can't get very deep because there's something in the way. What, a real hymen? A maidenhead? I thought those were about as real as unicorns, Bigfoot, mermaids, and dragons since I had never seen or felt one before. But, even though I hadn't found my intended mark, it must have felt good because she started thrusting her pelvis onto my finger ever more forcefully. It kept gently (then not-so-gently) bouncing off the almost-extinct thin and elusive tissue of virginity until at last, she pushed really hard and suddenly I felt it break. This brought an involuntary "OUCH!" from her and I quickly withdrew my finger, eyeballing the redness on it. I couldn't resist--I popped it into my mouth for a quick lick. Oh, the taste of bloody rare steak marinated in an exotic blend of honey and rare spices which was her love secretions was delicious!

I quickly apologized for hurting her, telling her I didn't want to do it, but that she had moved too much. She told me that it only hurt for just a few seconds, and that she wanted me to continue with more. Did I need an engraved invitation handed to me on a silver platter? NO! I muff-dived one more time, grabbing that clit just barely between my teeth and battering it with my tongue. She squealed and told me to put my finger back in. Again, no further urging was needed. I put two in, deeper since I was no longer hindered by her cherry, and sought the G-spot. Firm pressure on it from within toward the outside combined with firm pressure on the outside toward the inside almost immediately did the trick. She started into the tell-tale spasms and convulsions of a full blown orgasm and began yelling "Oh my God, don't EVER stop what you're doing!" She rapidly became so excited that I was afraid I would really hurt her, so I took out the finger and backed off with my mouth. She begged me to do more, that she wanted to have that exquisite feeling again. I asked her if she wanted to become a real woman and experience real fucking rather than just fingers and tongues. She told me that she didn't really know about it, could I explain it to her first. I told her to think about what had filled her mouth just a while ago being where my fingers had just been. Her eyes got wide, her mouth opened involuntarily, and she said "There's no way THAT thing (pointing at my again erect cock--a miracle for an old guy to get hard again so quickly!) will fit inside me!" I assured her that since the purpose of the moist tunnel which was her pussy was to deliver a baby whose head was much larger around than my rather average-sized dick (ha, I bet you thought I was going to brag on having 15 1/2" or something!), that it would fit nicely, expanding as needed. I told her that I'd go slow, or even better, let her get on top so she would be in complete control. She agreed that if we tried it that way, she could stop any time she wanted and she was willing to try. She hastily stood up and let me lie down on the bunk with my meat sticking straight up in the air, awaiting its purpose in life. She slowly positioned herself using my directions to place her legs outside my hips and ease down very slowly by bending her knees and hips. I told her that if she went slow, it would fit nicely and allow the love-oil to spread over my manhood. She took it in her fingers and expertly, almost as if she had done it thousands of times, moved it up and down the outside of her love-crack, stopping for a second or two at the clit, stroking that love-button with the tip, before placing my cockhead at her dripping opening.

Oh, the wait for her to start allowing her body to descend seemed to take a thousand years when in reality it was only a second or two. Slowly, slowly, very slowly she started bending the knees more and more, squatting until the tip of my dick was being engulfed one millimeter at a time performing a very unintentional (?) cock tease. Half the head was in, then three-quarters. Now, the ridge is inside and the shaft begins. The still-sensitive remnants of her hymen spread apart with a very minor flinching, and she started going faster. Within a few seconds, it was all in and she stopped moving, saying "Is this all there is to it? I thought there would be more." I temporarily forgot that she really didn't know what to do, so I told her to start moving up slowly, but not so far that my cock popped all the way out, then back down, etc. She quickly caught on and we were soon fucking like old pros! I wriggled my hand in between us enough to be able to stimulate her love-button while she was doing the pumping. She must have started feeling really good with that additional stimulation, because soon she was moaning more and going faster, bouncing on my hardness like there was no tomorrow. I told her that she shouldn't go too fast or I would explode again. Well, she must have remembered what it felt like in her mouth when I did that before, with my bone expanding to its fullness and throbbing as it squirted cum, and wanted it in her pussy too, because she didn't slow down at all, she started speeding up more. Soon, I'm matching her thrust for thrust, moan for moan, and pulled her down close enough that I could stretch enough to take turns sucking both of her tiny but sensitive nipples again. Well, that was it, the straw that broke the camel's back. When I sucked and tongued her breasts, she started cumming again, pumping harder and faster, and almost yelling. I couldn't hold back either, and we came together on the bunk of my '05 Peterbilt 379, vibrating faintly from the 425 hp 15L Cat engine throbbing under the hood. She collapsed onto me, stretched up to my mouth, and gave me a kiss that would make your toenails fall off. My dick stopped twitching, her cunt quit its spasms, and she smiled and said "Thank you! I need to go now." I looked at my watch and realized that we had been in the bunk only 30 minutes, and that her dad had told her he would sleep 2-3 hours. She agreed to stay and just talk a few minutes more, remaining on top of me with my semi-erect prick still partially inside her barely-pubescent cunt, now belonging to a woman rather than a girl.

I asked if she really had never done anything with a boy before and watched closely for signs of dishonesty. She said she had seen her 16 year old brother naked in the shower several months ago but that he didn't see her looking. Her parents had gone out for an evening recently and took her to her aunt's house for the night. Her aunt had a female friend over and after she went to bed, she had heard them talking as she went to the bathroom. Her aunt told the friend that if she had it to do all over again, she wouldn't have surrendered her virginity to a schoolboy but would have picked out an older anonymous man, one she was sure knew what was going on and could teach her the RIGHT way, worrying about more than just thrusting for 15 seconds before exploding, leaving with the "wham, bam, thank you ma'am" so common with that age group. They would never see each other again, but each would retain the good memories and smile at every thought of the act forbidden by society. She went back to bed, and brought it up with her aunt the next morning over breakfast. Her aunt was shocked at the subject of discussion, but was honest and said that was really what she thought: that a boy just didn't know anything about pleasing a woman but an older man did. When asked when the right time was, she was told that it would just happen and she would know when it was right. She warned about diseases and pregnancy and how to prevent both with a condom. Her aunt even admitted that her mother, the aunt's sister, knew nothing about pleasure during sex and would never discuss the subject frankly with her or warn her of the dangers. Her aunt even suggested that since she had just started her period a few months ago, that maybe she should get on the pill "just in case". Obviously, her parents couldn't know about it, so they went the following week to an understanding doctor and her aunt paid for them at the pharmacy, admonishing her to keep them hidden very well and take them every day. I asked, "But how did you decide I was the one for you? And why no protection from disease? And how old are you?"

"I didn't know until it happened, but I knew it was the right time and that you were the right person. You were nice enough to blow your horn and smile, and you just happened to walk out of the men's room a second before I left the women's. With Daddy sleeping and a couple hours to kill, it seemed like the right time. And now I'm SURE it was. And I saw that you looked clean, I couldn't imagine that you had any disease you would give me on purpose. Third question, my age. Would it surprise you to know I'm 11, 12 in three months? Now, I really should go. Thanks a million and remember me always. I will remember you and what we did together today for the rest of my life and judge all sex by this fantastic experience. I don't think it could have been better with anyone else at any other time. You were great with me and I loved it."

With that, she got off me, kissed the tip of my half-erect dick and pulled her pants and shirt back on. I peeked out of the sleeper berth curtain and saw that there weren't any trucks near me and let her exit the cab. She walked back over to the car parking area, where I saw her enter the passenger side where her dad still napped. I decided to wait until I saw him wake up, then leave before he drove out. I would then drive slow enough that he'd be forced to pass me. When he did, I would blow her a kiss and mouth "Thank YOU!" I never learned her name, nor she mine. I could have taken down the license number and traced it, but some things are better left "as is", I think. This was a once-in-a-lifetime experience for the both of us and couldn't be repeated.

Well, that was a nice dream, wasn't it? I kept telling myself that for a week until I had some free time during my 34 hour reset period and decided to wash my bedding and dirty clothes at a truck stop. Hmmm, I hadn't noticed that red spot on my sheets before, and where DID that pair of plain white cotton panties with the aroma that I can't resist sniffing again and again come from? Dream or reality? In any case, I will continue watching every passing car for horn requests and fulfill them, especially for cute young girls!

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