The big 18 wheeler barely slowed down as I headed into the lot. I pulled the truck into a spot right in front of the mechanic's garage, so Ted the elderly mechanic could go over it before it went back out onto the road. I was one of the few drivers for Master's over the road trucking service who wasn't an owner operator. If I played my cards right, I would be very soon. I had just enough money saved up for a Kenworth truck that I'd had my eyes on for a while.
My name is Charles Bennett. My friend's call me Chase. I hate being called Chuck, Chaz, Charlie, CB or any of the other countless nicknames people try to hang onto me. I simply don't respond to them. My mother started calling me chase when I was five because that's all I ever did was to chase things. It could be my Dad, my brother any girl I liked from school, or even the dog; I loved to chase them down. It kind of stuck and I've been Chase ever since.
I opened the curtains to the sleeper compartment on the truck to let my passenger and current side kick know that we were home.
"Evie, get your ass out of there, or I'm leaving you here," I yelled. The figure on the sleeper's bunk continued to lightly snore, with no change in volume or tone. I smiled and then reached into the sleeper's small fridge and got a bottle of ice cold water. I removed the cap and then raised an arm above the slumbering figure with a wicked gleam in my eye. As I began to tilt the bottle, mere inches away from seeing the chilled water cascading from the bottle, she spoke.
"Chase Bennett, how many molecules are in one drop of water?" she asked.
The voice was medium pitched, too high to be a man's but on the deep side for a woman's. And it was smoky and kind of scratchy at the same time. But that voice just exuded warmth. It was one of those phone sex voices that just made a man start adjusting their shorts and flexing their leg muscles.
"I don't know Evie. A hell of a lot I suppose. But I'm not a fucking chemist so how would I know," I spat. I hated it when she asked me questions like that and ruined a good prank.
"Well you should probably Google it to find out," she said with that slow lazy southern drawl, in that scratchy, smoky voice,"
"Because what ever that number is that's how many days it's gonna be before you get any pussy, if even one drop of that fucking water falls on me," she said.
Even as she said It I noticed that her body had not moved an inch, her eyes were still closed and she was still snuggled under the thick blankets we kept in the sleeper.
She was facing me and a few strands of her Raven's wing black asymmetrically cut hair were across her face. Her skin was pale and a few freckles dotted across her nose and her upper cheeks. She was beautiful in that kind of sneaky way that some women have. You look at her and she's just Evie, standing there in her jeans brushing the hair out of her eyes and you don't think there's anything special about her. But when you see her standing next to a picture of some super model and you compare features and then the overall impression, you realize that she's the better looking girl.
"Well maybe I'll just get it from somebody else," I snapped, before my brain fully engaged. Even as the words cleared my lips, I knew I had fucked up. Those ice blue eyes clicked open and she stared straight at me, as if she'd been looking at me through her eyelids. The expression in those eyes belied our differences in age and stature.
I'm 42 years old 6' 1" and 200 lbs mostly muscle from loading and unloading trucks all of the time. Evie is 24 years old barely 5' even and probably weighs 102 lbs fully dressed and soaking wet but when she stared at me a shiver went down my spine.
"You'd better be talking about your hand, cause if it's one of those truck stop whores or any body else, I'd have to beat the cowboy shit out of her and make you watch," she said seriously. Evie stretched up her tiny little arms and straightened out her back like a cat does. Then she turned back to me and looked at the clock on the sleeper's wall.
"You made good time," she said. "Get in here."
There was no mistaking her invitation and my semi hard on went to full blown when she opened up the blankets and revealed that though there was a chill outside she was wearing only a very tiny pair of lacy panties as she slept. Her look at me was filled with love, and lust and almost hunger, as she treated me to one of her toothy little smiles.
"Hell no, not on your life, you'll have to wait until we get home," I said, "The bus is leaving in 3 minutes, so get your ass out here or you're gonna have to walk."
"I can probably walk home from here easier than you can," she said, she'd obviously noted the state of my pants. She was right as usual she had my dick harder than a steel rod, but I wasn't taking any chances. I was still getting ribbed by all of the drivers and mechanics about the last time we got caught fucking in one of the trucks in the yard.
I jumped down from the truck and started grabbing some of our stuff from the storage bins on the outside of the cab. The yard was right next to the parking lot for our personal vehicles and I could see my baby from here. Before I could close the door on the bin and grab up all of our belongings, Evie was climbing down from the cab.
"Chase, put that shit down," she said laughing.
As usual I complied with her request and looked up at her.
"Catch me," she screamed and stepped out and away from the truck dropping like a stone into my outstretched arms.
"Evie, what if I had missed," I hissed at her.
"Ya didn't," she said, "Besides I knew you'd never let me hit the ground. You love me way too much for that." She had a smirk on her face that wouldn't quit.
"Have I ever told you that I love you?" I snapped at her. "Maybe I just like fucking you."
"Don't even try that one, you idiot. The way that you fuck me, tells me that you love me, doofus," she said as if that just explained everything. As she adjusted the blanket I suddenly realized how she had managed to get dressed so quickly. She hadn't. All she had done was to stick her feet into her favorite pair of moccasins, and wrap the blanket around her.
"Evie, why didn't you put any damned clothes on? What if somebody sees you?" I asked her.
"Why should I bother putting clothes on, you're only going to take them off of me as soon as the door closes, And if anyone sees me it'll probably make their day, so what's the problem?"
We walked across the yard and I opened the trunk of my Black 06 Mustang GT as Evie got inside the car. She wrapped herself in the blanket so that she could open the front but made sure to have a layer of blanket under her. The leather would probably be too cold against her skin.
As I got in and started the car the sound of the motor made Evie sigh again. I don't know how the hell she does it but she got one of her feet up on the seat, leaned against the door and turned slightly towards me while still wearing her seat belt. Luckily the glass was tinted or anybody on my side would have seen what I saw.
Evie's beautiful face was tilted back and she had one tiny little finger going to town on her exposed vagina.
"I'm just getting it warmed up for you Chase," she said as I shifted the car into gear and drove out of the parking lot.
I barely avoided speeding tickets as I quickly drove towards our small rented house in Virginia Park. Our house as usual looked deserted. We were on the road far more than we were home. Almost before the car stopped moving Evie was out of it and advancing towards the front door still wrapped in the blanket. As I locked the door and turned towards the trunk of the car I noticed the blanket slipping out of the corner of my eye. I forgot about the stuff in the trunk and ran towards the house. There was no one around that I could see, but just in case. Evie was mischievous to say the least. She would have no qualms at all about stripping down in the front yard even if the neighbors were out. I also knew that several of our neighbors had binoculars and telescopes just for that reason. I reached her just as the blanket dropped and put it back around her shoulders.
"Spoilsport," she pouted up at me.
I quickly opened the door and ushered her into the house and slammed the door behind me. Even as I turned to see where she was going I noticed the blanket on the floor in the entrance to our living room. A few more steps and those lacy panties were on the floor.
"Start a fire," said Evie smiling at me from the big fake bearskin rug in front of the sofa.
"I thought you already had it warmed up," I smirked.
"I meant in the fire place doofus. I'm cold," she said.
I quickly ran over to the fire place and grabbed the packet of fire starting twigs. I lit a few of them and watched for a few seconds as the bigger logs started to catch. As I made sure the fire would stay lit, I closed the drapes. Evie was the exhibitionist, not me.
"Chase, get those clothes off," she snapped and started crawling over towards me.
I opened up my shirt slowly as if I couldn't remember how to work the buttons. Evie pulled my shoes off and launched them across the room then started with my socks. Then she unbelted my jeans and pulled them down. My favorite boxers with the Mustang emblems on them were all I had left and she sat back and snickered at them. The way only someone who really cared for me could.
She very gently lowered the venerated under garments and then tossed them to the side carelessly. Then she licked her lips and went to work.
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