Trucker Woman (Part 1)

On these already cool September days, a truck was speeding along the highway of our country, driven by a lovely driver from abroad but originally from Russia. She was about thirty years old, with a stately, shapely, and even athletic figure, pronounced round and slightly large eyes for her face, in which one could drown, like in a beautiful lake, just by glancing into them once, quite plump and a bit slutty lips, black hair tied back in a ponytail, it was even a bit too tight and looked even sexier because of it, an open, large forehead only emphasized the unearthly beauty of Beyba.

She was sitting behind the wheel of her practically a road train in a gray tank top and shorts,

as comfort was provided by the air conditioner she had turned on to a temperature setting that suited her. Through the tank top, the nipples of her beautiful breasts, second or maybe even third size, were visible. Beyba knew she looked like a Hollywood beauty and knew her worth; she often used this, and even traffic police officers who stopped her would only smile and, devouring her with their eyes, involuntarily let her go without any fines, although of course they wanted to stay longer in the company of such a beauty, but for reasons unknown to them, they simply saluted her, putting a hand to their headgear, and as if enchanted, informed her she could drive on and wished her a happy journey.

Driving her truck, Beyba noticed on the road, surrounded by forests on both sides, the silhouette of a young man, about twenty years old, walking in the direction she was heading. It was already getting dark outside, a light drizzle was falling, and the nearest settlement was about ten kilometers away.

Damn – thought Beyba – all alone and it'll be dark soon, and it's dangerous anyway to walk on the highway like that in the twilight. She felt sorry for this young guy and she stopped her truck a little ahead of him. Leaning to the side, she reached for the passenger door in her cabin and opened it slightly. The guy, understanding that the truck had stopped for him, hurried, quickening his pace.

— Hi – Beyba smiled at him with an angelic smile

"Little one" — that's what Beyba nicknamed him in her mind.

— Of course – she waved her hand – hop in – she continued smiling at her future travel companion.

Dima (that was the guy's name), bracing one hand on the seat and pulling himself up with the other on the door handle, climbed in and closed the door, slamming it shut, and he slammed it as he was used to, with all his might, making the windows in the foreign car rattle.

— Sorry – Dima hunched his shoulders, pulling his neck in

— It's nothing – Beyba replied, hiding her anger — Isn't it scary to walk on the highway all alone like that? – Beyba started asking questions — What if there are wolves – she smiled

— A little bit – answered Dima, feeling how good and comfortable it was in this house on wheels. That's exactly how Dima imagined this cabin, which resembled a small house more than the cabin of an ordinary truck, which was all he had been in until now.

— And what if someone kidnaps you? – Beyba continued the playful conversation. She liked this easygoing talk with the little one, who was noticeably shy in front of her and the comfort he found himself in.

— Hmm, and why would anyone kidnap me – Dima shrugged – who needs me

— Who needs you? – Beyba smiled, continuing to watch the road carefully — Me, for example – she glanced at him and smiled sweetly

— Why? – Dima asked, a bit frightened and completely serious

— Because I need to – Beyba burst out laughing, feeling that the little one didn't understand her jokes and took everything seriously. But she didn't want to explain herself to him, she just continued the playful conversation while driving him to the stop. After all, she didn't consider him as a sexual object, and certainly not as an object to be stolen. She was just already missing simple, human interaction and continued to tease a little, joking with such a cute passenger, who clearly couldn't understand how he had managed to get from the cold, rainy street into a comfortable, practically five-star hotel. The cabin had an intoxicating aroma of perfume.

— Okay – Dima looked at her, smiling a bit foolishly, not daring to lower his eyes to her gorgeous chest with clearly protruding nipples, and he couldn't look into her eyes either. He couldn't withstand her gaze from those beautiful eyes in which he practically drowned; he was overcome with shyness and some kind of excitement from the fact that he was now sitting with such a beauty in a luxurious car. Dima couldn't even imagine how cool it could be in truckers' cabins. Or rather, truckerettes – Dima corrected himself mentally.

His gaze would return to her sweet face when she turned her eyes to the road and when she looked at the rearview mirrors, and when she turned, he would shyly look away or avert his eyes. In those moments, he managed to notice that Beyba had tattoos on her arm and thigh. On her thigh, the tattoo went under her shorts and he mentally really wanted to see its continuation; on her arm, he could only make out the face of a tiger peeking out from behind some vegetation.

Generally, Dima, living in his village, knew little about big cities, parties, and other delights of the glamorous world. He had never seen a girl with tattoos except in pictures; his ideas about tattoos were always that they were prison tattoos, like those on Uncle Vitya from his village, who had served time, more than once, and on Aunt Lyuda – the shopkeeper at the village store, who had also been in prison (she had a rose tattooed on her shoulder).

Aunt Lyuda enjoyed well-deserved authority in the village because she had stabbed her husband, who had dared to beat her, and after serving time for it, she didn't let anyone push her around anymore, understanding that everyone around had become afraid of her. Her current husband was henpecked, and everyone in the village knew it and joked with him about it. Like, you're under Lyudka's skirt, groveling at her feet, have no say, a rag, etc.

That's why Beyba's tattoos caused Dima to react as if a domineering girl was sitting in front of him, who was smiling at him but could also hurt him if she wanted. However, Beyba wasn't even thinking about such things and only continued to communicate easily with Dima, who answered stiffly and dryly

— What's okay? – Beyba burst out laughing — I'll kidnap you and throw you over there – she waved towards the sleeping berth, which was behind his and her seats – she looked at him – and you'll be mine – she clicked her teeth slightly in his direction, like a wolf scaring a hare in cartoons.

Dima looked back and saw an unmade built-in sofa behind a not fully closed curtain, and fantasies immediately flooded over him. He instantly imagined this beauty lounging there, snoring cutely. How she moves her beautiful legs, how they become exposed when she turns from one side to the other.

— We're here – he heard Beyba's voice and felt her truck smoothly stop. He looked at her; he was very sorry that this heavenly time had passed so quickly, she continued to smile sweetly, showing her beautiful teeth and looking at him sweetly

— I don't have any money – Dima said shyly, realizing that he probably wasn't just given a ride in such a car to the place of his crossroads with the road sign with the name of the settlement, which went off to the right to his dull and gray village. He probably really wished that this beauty would kidnap him and take him with her. And he also remembered that when he got into this luxurious car from the rainy street, he completely forgot to warn that he had a bus pass and no cash. Sometimes people gave him rides in cars for money, but that was discussed beforehand, but here everything happened so quickly that now he felt terribly awkward saying he had no money at all.

— What do you mean? – Beyba exclaimed indignantly, spreading her arms to the sides, mentally choking with laughter at such an absurd turn of events. She didn't need any money and didn't need anything from him; she just felt sorry for him and simply gave him a lift. She just wanted to brighten up her route a bit, that's all. But she saw how he took her indignation completely seriously and continued to mentally laugh her head off.

— Little one – she slightly spread her legs in her shorts under her steering wheel to the side – Well, there are other types of payment on the highway – Beyba, still mentally choking with laughter, continued, expecting the guy's eyes to pop out of his head now and for him to run away screaming help, I'm being raped. That would have amused her greatly, adding another rather interesting story to her life. All that remained was for her to click her teeth like a wolf again.

However, not expecting what followed, Beyba was stunned and went into a state of shock when Dima obediently leaned towards her between her legs and kissed the inside of her thigh. Beyba didn't expect and couldn't have expected this, but she was overcome by some strong excitement, her lower abdomen was covered with tiny needles, which descended in a wave to her vulva, causing her labia to become practically instantly wet. Warmth covered her lower abdomen and even the tips of her toes felt it. Her mind was flooded with a wave of pleasure, her eyes closed slightly, she bit her lower lip a little.

Beyba loved young guys, she liked it when they went crazy over her beauty, and she liked oral caresses in the form of cunnilingus. This situation seemed to her as if she had picked up a young whore on the highway and, simply paying, received cunnilingus, just like her colleagues usually do, but only a blowjob. Oh, how many times Beyba imagined this while rubbing her swollen clitoris, how she came from these fantasies, inserting her fingers into her wet and slippery vagina.

Dima kissed Beyba on the thigh and with his own hand moved her shorts together with her lacy panties aside and licked the trucker's sticky labia, which immediately straightened out and filled with shiny lubrication. Beyba's hand rested on Dima's head, feeling his hair, her head tilted back, resting against the headrest of the seat, and her pelvis moved slightly forward for convenience towards the face of the nice little one, who had already started to slide a finger into her vagina and set about teasing her clitoris from the side.

It was bliss. Beyba couldn't believe this was really happening; her body, from moral and physical excitement, wanted to simply burst and, shedding all earthly burdens, fly to heaven. Instantly, Beyba felt a wave of orgasm wash over her within just a minute of the little one's skillful cunnilingus, who, after the convulsions began, pulled away from her pussy himself and only kissed Beyba's thigh, leaving wet traces of her lubrication. Beyba let out a soft sigh and, holding his head with one hand and the steering wheel with the other, continued to feel as if she were rising somewhere upwards, her head was spinning, her brain was pleasantly tingling with a million, maybe a billion needles. Her legs stretched out, bracing against the pedals and the floor, all her muscles worked as a single organism, splashing moisture outward, her clitoris, vagina, and anus twitched, contracting and relaxing.

Letting go of Dima's head, Beyba half-opened her eyes and sat looking at the ceiling, realizing what had just happened. She turned her head without lifting it towards the little one, who was already sitting up straight and looking at her with slightly lowered eyes. Beyba touched his chin with her hand, running her thumb over his lips

— Thank you – she smiled at him – You're awesome – she even wanted to ask if he was a professional highway whore, who so skillfully brought her to such an orgasm in a minute, but decided not to offend the little one and not to be sarcastic

— You're welcome – answered the embarrassed Dima, gently sucking on the thumb offered to him

— Do I taste good? – asked Beyba, touched by how this little one was sucking on her finger and doing it with such love that she even fell a little in love with him

— Uh-huh – Dima nodded his head, continuing to suck her finger

— Okay, that's enough – she took her hand away from the little one's embrace – Want more?

— But I already did everything – Dima raised his eyebrows questioningly a little. Beyba understood that he was really paying her for the ride now, and not because he had fallen in love with her, and her consciousness returned to normal, to where she again mentally started laughing her head off. Beyba pulled her pelvis back and adjusted her wet panties and shorts, covering her satisfied pussy

— Listen – she suddenly remembered she didn't even know his name – By the way, what's your name? – she addressed the little one rather rudely, who had put himself in the place of not a little one in love but a highway whore

— Dima – answered the embarrassed Dima, understanding that the girl's orgasm was over and now she was in her usual state and already... his thoughts were interrupted by Beyba

— So, Dim – Beyba began in a commanding and businesslike voice – I drive through here quite often – she looked at him – I liked how you... – she wanted to find the right words in this situation – Hmm. Licked me, in short. I liked it and I want it again – she looked at him and smiled sweetly, taking him by the neck – Will you do it again, Dim? Pleeease – Beyba drawled in her now sweet and sexy voice – still holding him by the neck and stroking it a little

— Yes – Dima looked at her

— Excellent – having received the desired answer, Beyba removed her hand from his neck and got him a wet wipe and started wiping his chin and cheeks herself — You're really awesome – she praised him – Have you been licking for long?

— I haven't – Dima hesitated and shook his head negatively

— Whaaaat? – Beyba didn't hide her surprise – Whaaaat? — she couldn't believe what she had just heard, her world turned upside down again, and in front of her again sat not a "guy-whore from the highway," but a little one in love, whom she had admired so much when he was sucking her finger — Was that your first time doing it?

— Yes – Dima answered again, not daring to look her in the eyes, his cheeks flushed with blood

— And you – she hesitated a little – have you ever been with girls at all – she again tried to find the right words so as not to offend her little one in love – Are you still a virgin?

— Yes – answered Dima, now completely red as a lobster

— Coooool – Beyba hugged him, pressing him to herself – I'm married, but you will now be my lover – she looked at him, holding him by the shoulders with her arms outstretched – Agreed? – her eyes shone with joy, like children's eyes when they receive a coveted toy.

— Yes – Dima answered and nodded, and Beyba kissed him on his, in her opinion, skillful lips, but she didn't kiss him passionately as she no longer had any excitement, because her body had received its dose of bliss, and she also needed to get going. She took her phone and wrote down Dima's number, having first taken a photo of him and made a call.

— Don't you dare call me – she looked him in the eyes – Understood? Only I can call you! Understood? — Beyba asked him again

— Uh-huh – answered Dima, who had already become a bit bolder and could look her in the eyes without looking away

— Here, this is for you – Beyba took out some money from the glove compartment and handed it to Dima

— No need – he answered shyly

— Don't you dare contradict me if you want to be my lover – Beyba snapped a little – Understood?

— Uh-huh – Dima nodded his head again and took the money

— Okay, run along – Beyba nodded towards the door – Wait for my call – she looked at him and understood that she had acquired an interesting toy, but one that needed to be kept on a tight leash, otherwise it might become insolent — I'll be back in two days – she said as he was already climbing out of this luxurious cabin – Be clean – she added, and her gorgeous car, stepping on the gas, began