Author's Note:Jesse is kind of my alter ego. There is enough truth in her stories to be my life, but none of it is my life. Some conversations really did happen, some of the people really are in my life, and some of the things she wants in life are my own. What is real and what isn't is up to you to figure out. Also, if you have the nerve to steal my work, please link it back to me. It's not yours, don't take credit for it.
Jesse sat at the table in the little guard shack, staring at the wall boredly. Another night shift. At least this place was pretty simple and quiet. She had to watch the gate should any truckers come by. She would sign them in, tell them which gate had their load, and sign them out when they left. And there were very few truckers who came at night. Hell, the last couple times she'd been made to work this shift, there had been all of one.
Sighing, she leaned back, thinking eagerly about seeing her friend with benefits in the morning. She always visited him when she had this shift, considering how close by he lived to this place. It had her glancing at the clock several times. Time wasn't going by fast enough, so she pulled out her cell phone, texting one of her other friends who also had night shifts. For about an hour they bullshitted with one another, teasing and making jokes about their jobs and the supervisor.
"He's such a perv," she typed out. "Not kidding man. He stares at my ass."
About a minute later came the reply. "He's totally a gnome. A mage gnome."
"Y a mage?" she responded.
Another minute and her phone beeped. "Bcuz he blinks around and he conjures paperwork."
"LOL. Better paperwork than hardons! =)"
As she sat there, Jesse giggled. She could hardly wait to get home and hop on World of Warcraft. Her friend and she had found out their supervisor played, and they teased him mercilessly about the subject.
After a while, a pair of intense head lights lit up the dim shack through the window. Jesse could hear the rumble of a semi-truck's engine. With a sigh, she quickly texted her friend that she had a truck and she'd be back in a bit. If anyone ever saw her with a cell phone and thought to get her in trouble, that would be the way to do it. Stuffing the phone in her pocket, she pulled on the thick coat the security company had given her and stepped out into the cold.
With a bit of a strain, Jesse pushed the large gate open enough for the truck to pull forward into the parking lot. Once it got to the line where they were suppose to stop, she heaved, closing the gate behind it. There was an empty trailer behind this truck, so she made note of it on the clipboard she'd brought out as she walked up to the cabin. It was a big truck, a personally owned one. Some kind of contractor, she figured. The living quarters were larger than the trucks the company offered.
As she got up to the front, the trucker turned on his cabin light, rolling down the window. He leaned out to peer down at her, offering her a charming grin. "Good evening. A bit chilly, isn't it?"
Jesse smiled as a puff of her breath curled around her face, reminding her she needed a cigarette. "Sure is. Wanna tell me what load you're picking up so I can get back in my little cave and warm up?"
The man snickered. He was probably early forties, clean shaven, his hair short cropped but full and thick even though it was grey. There were wrinkles around his eyes, but otherwise he looked good for his age. The wrinkles deepened when he smiled, adding a bit of charm to him. "I've got a load I need to let go."
Jesse blinked, then she laughed at his obviously sexual jest. "I'm sure you do. And I've got just the hole for the job. Just a sec." She chuckled, walking around the front of the truck. She checked the "score board" as the other guards called it, a whiteboard that was updated constantly with each gate that was open or occupied and with what number load to easily and quickly get trucks moved in and out. Finding an open gate, she muttered the number and headed back out as she lit up her cigarette.
The man was digging around in some compartment next to his seat when she came back. She grabbed the side mirror and lifted herself up so she was peering into the window. "Found an open hole for your load," she giggled, making the man jump. He had one of those little computers in his hand that she had seen with other truckers, the ones that remotely told them what loads they were suppose to pick up and where to drop it off.
"Oh, do you now?" he grinned at her again. His teeth were straight and white.
"Gate 52. It's on the other side of the building. Just put it in real gentle, it's been a while since that gate's had a load so big," Jesse teased, winking at the trucker. He was laughing. "When you're leaving, just stop here again, I gotta get you to sign paperwork."
The trucker leaned over closer to her. "Not gonna let me have a clean getaway, eh? Oh well. Actually, I've been told by dispatch I'm not leaving until the trailer gets filled in the morning. Where am I allowed to park for the night?"
Jesse pointed behind her. "In the parking lot. They just ask you don't block the side door."
The man nodded. "Alright, I'll just drop this off. Gotta unload myself in some unsuspecting hole." He grinned, chuckling as Jesse hopped off the truck, watching him go by.
She smiled to herself, shaking her head. At least this trucker seemed to have some class. He didn't outright get lewd with her. Taking a drag of her smoke, she went over to her car, patting it on the spoiler. It sat there so quietly, making her sigh. "Soon, my dear. Just another 6 hours of this sitting around and then we'll be on the road again, tearing up the asphalt and breaking the hearts of them mustangs." She snickered to herself, pulling out her cell phone.
"I need to get my car a porche BF," she texted to her friend.
"LOL. That would be hot. I can see the car babies," he replied a few seconds later.
"Inorite? Doing donuts in front wheel drive not so fun." Once she'd sent that text, she finished her smoke, lighting up another while waiting for the response. When it didn't come, she decided to text something else. "Got a trucker come in, totally hot, dude. Ubber hot. =D"
Her phone beeped before she could put it back in her pocket. "U need to get laid. Like hardcore. LOL."
She laughed, the keys of the phone clicking as she texted in response. "ROFLMAO. Maybe I should use the flashlite as a dildo."
"Oh man. That's so bad. U r so bad. Send me pics." Jesse laughed hard.
"I don't think you're suppose to be texting at work."
Jesse glanced behind her. The trucker had not only parked nearby, but had snuck up behind her while she'd been occupied with her text conversation. She slipped the phone into her pocket hurriedly, which only made the man laugh. "Don't worry. I won't say anything. I know these jobs can be boring. I was gonna ask if I might be able to bum a smoke off you? Didn't have the chance to stop and get a pack myself."
Jesse smiled. "Sure, I'm sure that's the reason." She winked at him as she pulled out her pack, offering him a cigarette.
"Thanks," he grunted, smiling at her. She offered him her own cigarette to help him get his lit, taking it when he handed it back. Then he shrugged. "Can't I stand around and have a conversation with the night guard? You got anything better to do with your night?"
Jesse clicked her tongue, raising her brow at him. "I got six more hours before I get relieved. If you wanna stay up I don't mind the company. Helps me stay awake."
"I don't have anything better to do, myself." He took a long drag, peering at her closely, mostly at her chest which was well defined even under her uniform shirt since she had her jacket open.
Jesse grinned at him. "Staring's not polite," she teased.
"Oh sorry, but it's like they have a gravitational field, they're just pulling my eyes to them," he chuckled.
Jesse laughed, shaking her head. "You're so lucky I think that's funny, dude." She turned away from him, heading to the honeybucket behind the shack, flicking her cigarette away into the frozen grass. Once she was done with her business, the trucker had finished his cigarette, so she turned toward the shack and he followed after her.
Jesse glanced at him as he closed the door behind him. He was well built, a little taller than she was. He removed his jacket, revealing broad shoulders and a lean body. He wore a blue button up shirt, his forearms well muscled. It suddenly made her nervous just as much as it aroused her, but she turned away, taking off her jacket and sitting down to write out all the various things she had to document. The trucker sat in the plastic chair in the corner next to the door.
"You said there was paper work I needed to fill out before I could leave. Maybe I can get that done now rather than later?" His voice was pleasant, not too deep or too pitched, not annoyingly loud or hard to hear soft.
Jesse glanced back at him, then shrugged, digging through the drawer of the desk for another pen as the one she had was dying. "Sure. It'll waste all of a couple minutes. I'll need your driver's license." She held up the sheet she was filling out. "And before you ask why the answer is because it says so right here. I don't make the rules, I just follow orders."
The trucker laughed as he pulled his wallet out of his pocket. "Shouldn't I be carding you?" he snickered, then added teasingly as he handed her his license, "Are you good at following orders?"
She flashed him a smile. "I'm old enough to drink, don't worry about that. And sometimes I follow orders, if I can find a man who knows how to give them," she laughed. "Most boys don't know their dicks from their asses, though, so they can make orders all they want, I just whip 'em." She turned away, filling out the paperwork. "What a way to introduce yourself, Austin. Had to give me your ID before I could get your name." She glanced back at him with a grin.
He shrugged with a good natured expression. "Well, you haven't offered your name. Should I just call you 'guard lady?'"
"Ha!" she barked. "That's so cute, you mistake me for a lady." She then turned the chair, offering her hand. "Name's Jesse Adler. Remember that. I'll be famous one day."
He shook her hand while chuckling. "Big ambitions, huh?"
"Gonna be a writer. My books will be movies, and I'll be a big name. Like Tolken and Rowling. I'll be global, and I'll be awesome." She said it earnestly, the determination obvious in her words. Then she smiled wryly, turning away again. "I just gotta finish a damn story, is my problem. But I'll get around to it soon enough."
"What do you write?" he asked like he was actually interested.
Jesse never passed up an opportunity to talk about her stories. "Sci-fi, fantasy, that kind of stuff. You know, dragons, aliens, magic, space travel. And I throw some erotica in there a bit. I've been told I'm good at what I do, so I dunno, maybe I'll make it really big. Gotta have a dream, right?"
Austin nodded. "I hear you. You got anyone to share your dream with? You know, like a boyfriend?"
She shrugged. "Had a husband. Still live with him even though we're going through a divorce. Guess he thinks it'll make up for his behavior if he doesn't kick me out on the streets with my cats. But I can't be mad at him too much. He got me away from my mom, got me a car, and that got me this job which pays more than enough for an apartment. Just gotta find one not priced like a mansion."
"Good way to think of things," he said, seeming impressed by her outlook.
Jesse bobbed her head a little. "I wasn't nicknamed 'Zen' for no reason." Then she glanced at him over her shoulder. "So what's your story? Did you grow up wanting to be a trucker? Married? Pets? Kids?"
Austin chuckled, stretching out nonchalantly. "Naw. It's just a job, like all of them. I used to work in an office, but I prefer trucking. At least you get to meet interesting people, like security guards." He winked at her when she glared back at him. "And no wife. Not anymore. Just one son, about your age, I'd think. Had a dog, but the ex took her. My life would make a good country song."
"Just play it in reverse," she giggled. "And yeah, I guess we gotta be pretty insane to do this job," she admitted teasingly. "Don't pay enough for the risks." Then she grunted in laughter. "Though maybe some risks are worth taking, you know?"
Her phone beeped suddenly in her pocket. Jesse thought to ignore it but Austin leaned back in the chair. "I guess you're popular."
She giggled. "Hardly. I just got some friends who really like me." She pulled out her phone, glancing at the message.
"Seriously, r u fucking that flashlite? Clean it when ur done! =P"
Jesse had to giggle. Austin raised a brow. "That good, huh?"
She waved her hand. "Just my friend, he's another guard. We always tease each other about using the various objects at our locations for, um, sexual purposes. Sometimes we even send really horrible pictures to each other. Hell, in fact, I got a good one. Watch this!" She had Austin stand, taking the chair he was sitting in and arranging it with the one she'd been sitting in. Then she snapped a picture, grinning at him. "Furniture sex." When he shook his head with a snicker, she shrugged. "Hey, man, at least it passes the time, right?"
"Sure, I suppose."
She added the pucture to her text writing in, "OMG, the chairs, theyr goin at it, man. WTF?"
"I think there are better ways to pass the time, though."
Jesse hit "send" when she heard Austin talk, glancing up at him. "What?"
Jesse hardly had a moment to comprehend the situation. There was much noise and movement, the chairs knocked over and her phone dropping out of her hand to the ground. She found herself pressed up against the only clear spot on the wall of the small shack, Austin's strong hand around her throat. He held her with just enough pressure to prevent her from moving, but she could still breathe. Despite the sudden jolt of adrenaline, Jesse couldn't ignore the warmth under her navel. She liked it when her partners held her down by her throat, but this was entirely unwanted.
Rather than trying to break his grasp on her throat, she tried to scratch at his face. His free hand grabbed one of her wrists, pressing it against the wall next to her head. Her heart pounding, Jesse squirmed desperately.
"Let me go!" she screamed, trying to fight him off.
Suddenly he kissed her. It was harsh and punishing, but with enough of a sensual hint that made her stop a moment. His strong body was pressed up against her, preventing her kicks. But her other hand was still free and she dug her long nails into his cheek. He grunted, drawing back.
"Let go of me, you asshole!" she snarled, slapping him across the face.
"If I let go now, you'll call the cops. Better that I finish what I have in mind and then see how you feel afterwards," he laughed, letting go of her throat but pulling her from the wall, easily and expertly pulling her arm behind her back as he slammed her down onto the desk. He snatched her other hand, holding them together as he opened the drawer of the desk. "I thought I saw some zip ties in here."
Still squirming, Jesse glared back at him over her shoulder. He had her down in such a way that she found it difficult to struggle. She had to think fast. "If-if you let me go now, I won't call the cops. We can go outside, have a cigarette, forget this happened...."
Austin bent over her, his mouth near her ear as she felt him wrap one of the large zip ties they used for empty trailers around her wrists. She could feel the hardness of his gender against her ass. "Oh, but this is going to happen, Ms. Jesse Adler, and I'm hoping that when I'm done, you won't forget it any time soon." He spoke hotly into her ear, sending an involuntary shiver through her whole body. He pulled the zip tie just tight enough that she couldn't wiggle her hands out of it.
Jesse felt as much anger as fear, squirming hard against Austin's strong body. But it only made him laugh. His hand moved over her ass, feeling her through the baggy black dress pants she had to wear as her uniform. She could feel his hand wander to her crotch, rubbing at her slit through the cloth. She was still struggling, trying to get him off balanced.
She yelped when she felt Austin's large hand lay against her ass. She wiggled, squeaking when he did it again. Glancing over her shoulder, she couldn't deny that she was feeling erotisized by the situation. But that didn't mean this was OK. He grinned at her, leaning over to speak into her ear again. "I think we should go somewhere a little more comfortable." He nibbled her earlobe, using his tongue to flick at her multiple piercings. She gasped, her body tingling from the sensation.
Then he pulled her off the desk, holding her steady as he reached down and grabbed their jackets. He put hers around her shoulders, making sure he stood in front of the door as he pulled on his own. She glared at him, still wiggling her hands. "You'll be sorry if you don't let me go," she growled, still trying to get out of the situation. She had often thought about what she would do if someone was trying to rape her. She had had the arrogant thoughts that she'd be strong enough to resist. She'd be brave enough to beat the fucker into the ground. She'd do some kind of awesome kung fu shit, have the guy begging for mercy by the time the cops got there. Now she was faced the prospect and she found she was terrified. All she could think to do was try to survive. He was obviously very strong and she didn't want to get hurt or killed.
She cringed when he drew up against her, again his mouth against her ear, making her shiver. "I think it's you who would be sorry if I stopped now." Again he sucked on her ear, nibbling along the cartilage. His hand slid under the jacket, cupping one of her full breasts. She could feel him rub her hardened nipple through the fabric. Then, as if he just knew, he rumbled next to her ear, the vibration tipping her over the edge. She let out a soft moan, more of a sigh than anything else, but it was enough for him.
Her knees felt weak and she stumbled a little as he pulled her along with him into the cold night. She knew there were no cameras outside the building, only inside, so there would be no record of this. And this facility was on a long, dark stretch of road that very few vehicles ever came down. No one was going to help her. She glanced at the gate, knowing that without her hands she couldn't get it open. The thing was heavy and one of its rollers was broken. There was no way she was going to get out of this.
Austin opened the door to his truck. He pushed her up into the driver seat, stepped up after her. "Move." His voice was low, confident in his authority. It was the kind of tone she'd always wanted to hear, the only kind that made her actually <i>want</i> to obey. She shivered, moving further into cab of the truck. He drew himself in, closing the door behind him.
He then stood, stepping toward her. His green eyes were smugly lidded, looking at her closely. She stepped back, but hit the edge of the bed, falling onto her rump. She looked up at him, the wheels turning in her mind of how she could get out of this. When his hands started to unzip his jeans, she clenched her teeth together. "I'll bite you," she growled.
He pulled out his cock, and she almost thought she should just forget fighting. He was exactly how she liked, not so long, but good and thick. It had been so long since she'd had a truly good fucking. She liked it hard and rough, being held down and forced helpless. What was the difference between that and what was happening?
"If you bite me, I might change my mind about letting you go when we're done." His voice was mockingly sweet, but with enough threat that it made her gulp. Then he reached out, his fingers gripping a handful of her long, dark brown hair. He jerked her head forward, pressing the head of his shaft against her lips. She whimpered, trying to resist. He just snickered. "Suck me, slut. You know you want to."
Again his tone was of that confident authority, making her tremble. Hesitantly, she parted her lips. As soon as he felt her give in, he pulled her head toward his hip. He slipped himself into the heat of her mouth, groaning at the sensation. She had to keep reminding herself to relax and breathe or she would gag. She heard his voice above her, gruff with arousal. "I've always liked a slut with a tongue pierce. Now show me you know how to use it."
Jesse felt a hot blush on her cheek in humiliation. But hey, if this was going to happen, then she might as well get some enjoyment out of it, right? She was enough of a submissive to find a deep sense of pleasure in pleasing her partner. So she slid her hot tongue along the underside of his cock, using the smooth metal ball to make him groan again. She felt his shaft throb as he pulled her head back and forth his length. He was obviously enjoying himself, groaning quietly as he watched her in the dim light. Only the lights on the outside of the building shone in through the window at the foot of the bed.
"Like the taste of my cock, do you, slut?" he said softly, though still with that under laying dominance. Jesse wasn't about to admit it, but she actually was kind of liking this. She sucked at him a little more enthusiastically than she probably should have. She heard him laugh darkly, suddenly pulling her head back, slipping himself out of her mouth.
Austin then pulled her jacket off of her, dropping it on the ground. He reached behind him, sliding the door shut that separated the driver's cab from the living cabin. Jesse suddenly felt even more trapped. "Can we just, you know, call it good now? No harm done, that kind of stuff?"
She squeaked when he grabbed her around the throat, pulling her to her feet and pushing her up against the door. Her heart pounded harder, which she was sure he could feel. "It's about to get good," he said against her ear, again nibbling her lobe, breathing against her skin. His free hand was able to undo her pants, letting them drop to her ankles. A shiver went through her, feeling the slight chill in the air.
Then she felt his hand working the buttons of her uniform shirt. She wiggled a bit, but there wasn't much she could do. Her whole body was tingling as he played with her lobe, switching to the other one so that the first one didn't get sore. He pushed her shirt over her shoulders, revealing her body to his eyes.
Austin drew back a moment, taking her in. Jesse was not one of those slim bitches shown in the media. She was a real woman, no ribs showing, large hips that created the perfect hourglass figure, her breasts full and luscious, and enough cushioning so there were no bony points sticking out to impale a man. Her pale nipples were hard under her purple lace bra. She liked to wear sexy underwear, especially on the days she was going to go visit her fuck buddy. Her boy brief panties matched her bra, leaving next to nothing to the imagination.
"Damn," she heard him breathe, his hand caressing her side, following the curve of her body. His hand continued down, over her ass which was neither too round nor too flat. Then his hand moved over her thigh, slipping between her legs, feeling the heat of her slit through the thin cloth. He then laughed. "I guessed right. You really are enjoying this. You've soaked your panties. They certainly are cute on you."
Jesse squirmed with a weakly whimpered, "no," when his fingers moved her panties aside. She was panting now, letting out a very quiet moan when she felt his fingers move against her opening. He lowered his head to the base of her neck, biting down gently. Her knees were suddenly weak, almost folding under her. As she moved down a bit, his fingers, wet with her fluids, slipped deeply into her. She let out a loud moan this time, unable to think straight anymore. Her hips jerked instinctively against Austin's fingers. He chuckled darkly, leaning lower to nip along her collarbone and chest.
He finally released her throat, that hand cupping a breast. It was a handful for sure. She was panting and moaning next to his ear as he bit her shoulder again, kneading her perky breast through the lace. She grinded against his fingers, his body holding her up as her knees tried to give out.
Finally, Austin drew back, withdrawing his fingers. "Step out of your shoes." She wore her sneakers loose and it wasn't difficult to step out of them. She left her pants behind as well, standing before him in her panties and socks. She blushed brightly under his scrutiny, not sure why he had that amused grin on his face. "Turn around."
She did as he said, feeling him cut through the zip tie. Her shirt fell to the ground. She gasped when he undid the snaps of her bra with one hand. Her arms wrapped around her breasts, trying to keep the tight bra from falling to the ground. Not that it really mattered at this point, but she still had a sense of modesty.
"Hands on the door," Austin ordered behind her.
Jesse hesitantly obeyed. She heard him removing his clothing. When she felt his hard body press against her, he was naked. He bit her shoulder again, wrapping his strong arms around her to hold her up. His big hands slipped under her bra, kneading her bare breasts. She moaned loudly, her hips pressing back against him. His cock slid in between her thighs, so she grinded against it, the silk portion of her panties soaked through. Austin's hands helped get her bra the rest of the way off. Then his hands moved down her body, sliding under the panties. He fingered her a bit more, obviously enjoying the sounds she was making.
"Nice and smooth around the lips," he almost seemed to purr in her ear, his finger ringing around her opening. She only shaved where it counted, less for sexiness and more for sanitary reasons, but the two overlapped in this regard. She shivered when she felt his fingers play with the little tuft of curly hair she still had on her mound.
Jesse squealed in surprise when he jerked her back, turning her around and shoving her down onto the bed. On hands and knees, she felt so naughty, and it only made her grind her hips together all the more, which resulted in it looking like she was wiggling her butt at Austin. He laughed again, laying his hand against her ass. She squeaked, then bit her lip to prevent anymore sounds. He spanked her again. She couldn't help another muffled squeak. "I like that sound," she heard him say, chuckling as he smacked her ass once more.
"M-Most people do," Jesse responded, barely above an aroused whisper.
She squeaked louder when Austin laid a stinging slap against her ass, leaning over her to growl in her ear, "I didn't give you permission to speak." She whimpered, making her little sound when he spanked her again.
Finally, she heard Austin move behind her, messing around with something. She glanced back for a moment, realizing he was putting on a condom. Oh, well, at least he wasn't a total douche. And he knew how to get those things on fast, she noticed. Once he was done, he reached out, pulling her panties over her ass slowly, as if unwrapping a present. She almost admitted to herself that she wanted him to hurry.
Once he'd pulled her panties off her, he didn't waste anymore time. He positioned himself behind her, using his hand to guide his cock into her. She was breathing hard, trembling in anticipation. "Feels like this hole hasn't had a load so big in a while," he teased gruffly, mocking her earlier comment as he started to thrust into her, easing his way. "Think I should be gentle."
He was right, she hadn't gotten laid for over two weeks, so she was really tight. It felt so good to be stretched and filled. However, once he got himself sheathed, her muscles relaxed and she moaned loudly, pushing back against him. She heard Austin snicker. "Or does the security slut like it rough?"
"Yes, sir, please, sir," she panted, squirming against him.
Austin laughed harder this time, grabbing her large hips and bending over her. "She has manners!" he teased, pounding her hard with long strokes.
"Ah, ah, ah," was Jesse's response, moaning almost in time with his thrusts. It didn't take very long for her skin to gleam in the dim light with sweat as she grinded back against Austin's thrusts.
He reached over her, grabbing her long ponytail and pulling back on it. That just pushed her over the edge. Her whole body tensed up, shivering violently, even her lungs seizing up so that she had to gasp for air, letting out a half hiss and half moan. Panting hard, her body relaxed enough so she could breathe, squeaking when he spanked her again. He didn't slow his thrusts, pounding her brutally as he laid his big hand against her ass over and over, tugging on her hair, telling her what a slut she was for enjoying this. He said the word almost affectionately.
Jesse couldn't stop thinking this had to be the hottest sex she'd ever had. It got even hotter when Austin leaned over her, his fingers slipping under her scrunchy to take a handful of her thick hair, jerking her head to the side, his other hand reaching under her to toy with a swaying breast as he bit down hard on the base of her neck. She cried out, her whole body shivering. She lost control, dropping to her elbows, moaning loudly, "Oh god, yes!"
"You're enjoying this, are you, slut?" he rumbled next to her ear, his thrusts shallower but still hard.
"Yes," she moaned almost desperately. "Yes, I love your cock. Fuck me harder, please, sir!"
He obliged her, pounding her without mercy. Jesse's hands gripped the blankets of the bed, her skin slick with sweat by now. The walls of her vagina clenched tightly as another orgasm shivered through her, short but intense, accompanied by another odd hissing moan.
When she was panting again, Austin put his arms around her waist, suddenly lifting her up as he leaned back, resting his back against the wall of the cabin. Now she would have to do some of the work, riding him expertly. Despite her submissive side, she liked to be on top more, knowing just how to grind to have a cock rub her just right. But she also liked to face her partner, so she stopped a moment, trying to turn around while keeping Austin inside her. It didn't work quite like she was planning, and they both laughed breathily as he slipped out. However, she was experienced in this, moving her hip just so that she was able to get his cock pressed against her clit, lifted it a bit, and then pressed down, slipping him inside her without having to touch him.
Her head leaned back, a deep moan leaving her. Austin's hands held her waist, forcing a hard pace out of her. He nibbled her throat, though she quickly moved with a snort. She didn't like anything near her trachea, so turned her head, guiding him wordlessly to the side of her neck. She pressed her soft, firm breasts into his chest. One of his hands slid up along her slick curves, cupping the back of her neck and pulling her to his lips. They kissed with rough passion, sucking and nipping at each others lips, their tongues flicking teasingly into one another's mouths.
After another orgasm, Jesse was starting to feel tired. Austin had to help her keep the pace. After a bit of that, he must have decided to be courteous and give her a break. He moved so that they rolled out onto the bed, this time staying inside of Jesse. Her thighs held him tightly, moaning louder still when Austin grabbed her wrists, pressing them down to either side of her head, not letting her move even though she wiggled. She liked to struggle, liked the feeling of helplessness. Coupled with his fierce pounding and his hot mouth suckling a hard nipple, she couldn't stop another orgasm from tensing up all her muscles, leaving her trembling and putty in his grip.
At last, she felt him speed up even more for a couple minutes before he stopped, groaning with his own climax. They both stilled for a moment as they tried to catch their breathes. Slowly, Austin pulled out, grunting as he moved aside. Jesse squirmed a little so he had room on the small bed, one hand laying over her belly, the other hanging off the cot. She stared at the ceiling of the truck cabin, not quite sure what to make of what had just occurred. It truly had been some crazy amazing sex.
She suddenly panicked, remembering that she was on duty. "Oh, shit, what time is it?" She glanced around quickly.
"Chill. You still have two hours," Austin said gruffly, pointing at the small faintly glowing clock in the corner. Then he grinned at her. "Best way to spend your shift, isn't it?"
For some reason, that made her giggle. She moved to start getting dressed as he pulled the condom off, tied it and tossed it into a small waste bin under the little sink. He grabbed her arm. "I didn't say you could leave."
"But I gotta make rounds and finish my paperwork," she protested, but there wasn't much enthusiasm behind it.
"It can wait another hour," he said, tugging her back against him.
"I guess," she sighed, not minding to lay against the warmth and hardness of his body. She looked back at him as they spooned. "You actually like to cuddle?" she asked, both teasing and surprised.
He smiled at her. "What can I say, I'm a romantic. I like the feeling of beautiful a woman in my arms." He nibbled against her ear a little more, chuckling when her body shivered.
They lay there for awhile, until Jesse heard his breathing deepen in sleep. She sighed, glancing at the clock and rubbing at her contacts to straighten them. Her eyes were tired like the rest of her. If she lay there any longer, she might fall asleep and she couldn't afford to lose the job. Carefully, she slipped out of the bed, pulling her clothes on. She left the truck, zipping up her jacket to keep the cold from her still moist flesh.
Hurrying to the guard shack, she straightened the place out, picking up her cell phone from the ground. She had three new messages, two from her friend and one from her fuck buddy. He wanted to know if she would be coming over after work. Giggling to herself, she told him she was too tired and would prefer to go home instead. Her other friend had LOL'ed at the picture she sent, then wondered if she was getting in on their action with how long she was taking to respond.
"U could say that," she texted back. "Ubber hotness parked outside. Put him 2 sleep with my awesomeness."
Shaking her head, she finished her paperwork, making up her hourly reports. She went outside, lighting up a cigarette to calm her nerves. There were still little shivers that ran through her. Her phone beeped and she pulled it from her pocket.
"R u serious? o.O"
Jesse wrote that she would tell him later after they both got some sleep. Just before she slipped her phone back into her pocket, she noticed she only had another 30 minutes before her shift was over. She finished her cigarette, hit the honeybucket, and lit up a second smoke to make sure she was calm enough for when the site supervisor came to relieve her.
As he always did, the man came roaring up in his cherry red mustang twenty minutes early. She opened the gate for him, leaving it open because the employees at the faucility would start showing up in another few minutes. For shits and giggles, he spun out, flying past her out into the big parking lot, showing off his donuts before parking next to her tiny little dark purple car.
"I'd like to see your little shit do that!" Martin boasted as he got out.
"Race me, buddy. Take that turn at the light half as fast as I can. I wanna see you flip that gorgeous piece of shit!" she threw it back at him.
He sneered at her, shaking his head as he pulled out a smoke of his own. He was the one who got her started. Without thinking, he offered her a third, and she took it without complaining or telling him she had her own pack. He was fairly ugly as far as she was concerned, his face square, his cheeks pocked probably from a bad case of childhood chicken pox. He didn't really like her, but they got along well enough, always teasing each other over their cars.
Now he stuck his thumb at the truck parked next to the building. "When did that one come in?"
"Oh, um, about midnight. He's been there all night." Jesse hoped she didn't sound too nervous as she heard her voice shake a little with a barely contained wanton giggle. "Dropped a load in Gate 52, said he'll be here til they fill it."
"Hope he was gentle," Martin teased. "They finally got that gate fixed."
"I think that gate likes it rough. It keeps getting broken." She grinned.
Martin laughed, tossing away his smoke and heading into the shack. She followed after him, hoping it all seemed in order. He checked her paperwork, then held up something. "Who's ID is this?"
Jesse's heart skipped a beat. "Uh... Oh, um, that trucker. He must have left it in here on accident. He, uh, he seemed very intent on getting some sleep. Something I probably should do, but I'll go slip this in his truck so he doesn't forget it."
Martin glared at her. "Not suppose to have them in here, remember?"
She shrugged. "Don't tell me you've kicked them out when they wanted to talk."
He shook his head. "I'm not a floater, kido. I can get away with more." He handed her Austin's ID. "You gotta be careful. Drive safe. I'll let you go home a bit early. You look exhausted."
"Thanks. See you again." She took the ID and headed out. Hurrying over to the truck, she glanced back at the shack to make sure Martin stayed in there. Then she pulled out the notepad she carried with her, scribbling a little note. "Jesse Adler. I'll be famous." She opened the door, slipping his ID and her note onto his driver seat, along with a cigarette. Once she'd closed the door, she headed back to her car.
Slipping into the little SC2, she patted the steering wheel affectionately. "Let's go home, girl," she muttered as she started the engine. Her car roared to life, snarling as she threw it into reverse. Martin glanced out the door, flipping her off as she spun out throwing it into second and slamming the gas. She laughed, waving as she went by, passing the first of the employees coming in for the morning shift.