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“Okay,” I told myself. “The road is straight for miles. I can close my eyes for five seconds. That’s all I need.”
That’s where I was. That’s the shape I was in.
It was past midnight and I was half an hour from the nearest town.
I was in the middle of deep, East Texas on a blacktopped road between the pine trees. I was beyond exhaustion. I badly needed sleep.
I closed my eyes for five seconds. Okay, it might have been closer to ten. Or maybe more.
I opened my eyes.
“Shit!” I yelled as the seatbelt bit into my chest as I pressed the break to the floor.
The anti-lock brakes chugged, and I felt the brakes pumping as I came to a stop in the middle of the road.
She had been standing close to the road by her stalled car.
I still can’t believe I didn’t hit her.
I looked in the rearview mirror and saw her standing there watching me in the red glow of my brake lights.
I sat there for a full minute. I was cautious. This could be some kind of trap.
Nothing happened. The girl shyly waved a hand toward me.
I took a deep breath and began to back up my truck. I backed up carefully until I was just about halfway past her car and put on my hazard lights. I watched as the girl cautiously made her way over to my passenger window.
She was beautiful in that country, farm-girl, all-American kind of way. In the bright glow of my headlights I could see she was wearing denim shorts, a t-shirt, and a high school letter jacket. This being Texas, she had on a pair of cowboy boots. Her hair was tied back in two braids. She smiled.
I pushed the button and the passenger window came down. She looked into the cab of my truck and smiled again.
“Thanks for stopping, ” she said. “I’m out of gas. I thought I could make it, but well…” she trailed off, shrugging her shoulders.
She was probably 18 or 19, but she was wearing a high school letter jacket.
“I was heading to my Dad’s after the game,” she explained. “He’s going to be pissed. He always tells me to fill up.”
“Well, I guess I can take you home or to the next town,” I told her. “Which is closer?”
She looked down the road ahead and said, “Daddy lives in Henderson, but there’s a Whataburger and gas station up ahead in Mt. Enterprise. You can drop me there and I’ll call someone to help me.”
“Okay,” I told her. “Lock up your car and I’ll take you into town.”
“Thanks!” She said with a huge smile and I watched her as she walked back to her car to lock it up. It was a lovely view watching her walk to her car. As she bent over to reach inside for her purse, I was given the sight of two perfect ass cheeks peeking out from the bottom of her denim shorts.
The view of her walking back to my truck was just as nice.
She opened the door and took off her letter jacket and tossed it into the back seat of my truck. She leaned down and took off her boots and then climbed in wearing tiny white socks. I couldn’t help but check her out. The t-shirt was very tight and form-fitting, and it was clear that she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath. Her breasts filling out that top were a nice handful. Her legs were silky smooth. The light went out as she closed the door and reached for her seatbelt.
I turned my hazards off and put the truck in gear and we drove off into the darkness.
“I’m Tracey,” she said after a minute. “Thanks again for picking me up.”
“Nice to meet you, Tracey,” I replied. “I’m Lance, and I never leave a lovely lady in distress.”
“You’re sweet,” she replied and we both went silent again as we watched the road.
“So, you were at a game?” I finally asked to start some conversation.
“Yeah!” she responded enthusiastically. “Basketball. I go to Central Heights, just outside of the Nac loop.”
“Sure, I’ve driven past that school several times,” I responded. “I bet you’re a cheerleader too, aren’t you?”
“Why do you say that?” she said with a teasing lilt in her voice. “I mean, just because I’m a girl in a small town doesn’t mean that I’m a cheerleader.”
“Uh, oh, I’m sorry,” I stammered. “I was just…”
She reached over and lightly punched me in the arm.
“I’m just kidding with you!” she laughed. “I actually was a cheerleader, but I got in trouble and had to quit this year right at the end of football season.”
“Oh.” I replied. It was neither a question or a comment. I just let it lie there in the silence.
“You want to know what happened, don’t you?” she finally asked.
“None of my business,” I responded.
She turned sideways in the seat and looked at me. Her left leg bent at the knee and I was looking at a lot of her bare thigh.
“Can you keep a secret?” she asked teasingly.
“Sure,” I said solemnly. “You’ve known me for at least four minutes and if you can’t trust me now, you never will.”
“I got caught,” she said.
When I looked over at her, she had the tip of her index finger rubbing slowly across her lower lip.
“Caught doing what?” I asked
“My cheer coach caught me olgun porno naked in the football locker room,” she said with a grin. “It wasn’t totally my fault! The other cheerleaders had dared me to go in there!”
“So, the whole football team saw you naked?” I asked in a voice that was just asking for more details.
“No, silly!” She laughed. “There was no on in there. We beat their bus back to school and the girls dared me to run through their locker room in just a towel. They pushed me inside. I guess they expected me to fight my way back out, but I decided to investigate.”
I tried to keep my eyes on the road, but I kept glancing over at this girl as she described herself being naked.
“I guess I was turned on by the smell,” she began. “There’s something about the sheer manliness of it all. It smelled like men. I started to walk slowly around and imagined them all standing there in their jock straps or naked from the shower. So, I took my towel off and went crazy.”
“Crazy?” I asked.
“Yeah, I sat on their benches, and I ran around the locker room just taking in the smells. It was intoxicating.”
“You were walking all around the locker room?” I asked. “Totally naked?”
She looked over at me and whispered, “I love being naked. I get so hot and wet.”
“Oh, really?” I asked in a voice rough from not swallowing.
“Oh, yes!” she exclaimed. “I was too far gone. I need to cum. I had mounted a bench full of damp and smelly used towels and was humbping and rubbing myself off on it, when my Coach came in with several of the cheerleaders. She couldn’t hide it since there were witnesses. So, they had to kick me off.”
“So, now what do you do in your free time?” I asked.
“I do whatever I want, mostly.” She replied as she stretched her body, pushing her chest outward.
“Lance,” she asked again in a whisper. “Do you want to see me naked? I want you to. Can I take off all of my clothes and show you my naked body? Hmm, Lance? Right here in your truck?”
“Uh, Tracey…” I began, but she just shushed me.
“I like to be naked and I like men to look at me,” she said quickly. She reached down to her belly and grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head. She tossed it into the back. Her gorgeous breasts bounced and jiggled with her movements. Then she arched her back and slid out of her shorts and panties.
She added those to the pile in the back and sat back with a deep sigh of satisfaction. “There!” she announced, “I’m all naked!”
I gave her a quick glance and returned my eyes to the road.
“You can look at me,” she giggled. “I want you to. You should slow down or pull over somewhere. You don’t want to get in wreck out here in the middle of nowhere.”
She stretched her feet up and onto the dashboard, still wearing the little white socks. She used the toes of the opposite foot to pull those socks off. They soon joined the pile behind her seat.
“Now, I’m totally naked. I shaved my legs really good tonight,” she teased as she ran her hands all over her legs. “They’re so smooth and silky. Touch me and feel!”
She flipped up the divider/storage arm between us and turned sideways in the seat. Her bare toes were now pushing against my thigh and moving toward my cock.
I was looking at the road and looking at her body and I finally was about to just pull over on the side when I saw my chance. Up ahead was a short drive to where a rancher would load his feeder cattle onto a trailer. I quickly slowed down and after checking my mirrors, I backed up into the short driveway, facing the road.
“Perfect!” Tracey squealed out. “Turn on the dome light!”
I switched on the light, filling the cab with brightness and looked at the naked woman next to me.
“Touch me,” she said in a husky voice.
I ran my hands across her legs. They were both silky smooth. She arched and stretched, pushing her toes into my leg.
“You know what, Lance?” she whispered. “I’m hot and wet right now.”
She leaned forward and grabbed my hand. “Touch me more. Feel me,” she teased.
She pulled my hand straight to her pussy. “See?” she bragged. “I get so hot…so wet! Stick your fingers in me!”
I stiffened my index and middle finger as she pulled against me. In a split second, I was fully inside of her pussy. I formed my hand like a gun and used my thumb to rub her clit. It was stiff and hard, and I was able to flick it up and down. He pussy muscles clamped down hard around my fingers and she screamed out in orgasm.
“Ohhhhh, yes!” she screamed. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” She had both hands on my wrist and was pulling me towards her and clamping her thighs tight. I was stuck in the seatbelt as she tugged on my arm.
I sat there as she rode out her orgasm and finally released my arm.
“Take…take it out!” she finally said urgently. “Your cock. Stick it in me!”
In seconds, I was unbuckled from the seatbelt and my own belt. I had barely even pulled my pants down enough for my cock to poke out and she was grabbing outdoor sex it and pulling me on top of her. She met my lips quickly with her own and her tongue was quickly pushing through to find mine. Her hands reached around to my bare ass and she humped herself underneath me until my cock prodded against her steaming opening.
“Yessss!” we both moaned together, causing her to giggle deep in her throat as my cock slid deep into her. I was balls to the wall, and we were humping hard against each other. This was pure fucking. She was slamming her hips up from the seat to meet my thrusts.
“Just come in me!” she cried out. “Come in me now and we can take our time the next one!”
So, I grunted and thrusted and slammed into her body until my cock stiffened and I paused for that precious half second as I felt the beginnings of my orgasm.
She felt it in her pussy and growled, “Come on…fuck me!”
My cock spurted and spurted, and her pussy clamped tightly around me. I could feel her muscles milking every drop from me.
I partially collapsed on top of her, drained and breathing heavily. She brought me around by pushing her locked ankles against my ass. That caused me to move inside of her and the tender head of my cock made me shiver.
I slid out and away from her and back to my side of the truck. I turned off the interior cab light. I’d completely forgotten it was even on.
The darkness in the cab was like night to my eyes. I felt her moving around in the seat and realized she was reaching back for her clothes.
I reached up and caressed her smooth ass as she giggled and slapped my hand away.
“Take me to the store up ahead,” she said as she gathered up her clothes. “I need to clean up before I go home to Daddy.”
“But what about…?” I began until she interrupted me.
“What about us fucking again?” she giggled. “Be patient, Lance. We have all of the time in the world.”
“When? I mean, how…” I stammered.
She laughed again. “Like I said, I get really hot and wet. I need to clean up. Then I think I’ll play with your cock and suck it some while you drive. I know where we can stop just before Daddy’s house and you can fuck me doggy-style. I thought of that when you grabbed my ass just then.”
“Okay!” I said eagerly. I pulled out onto the road and quickly started putting miles away.
Soon I saw the lights glowing in the distance ahead. Tracey looked over at me and smiled.
“You were fun! Thanks for picking me up,” she said as she stared off into the distance.
Soon we could see the Whataburger sign up ahead. It was a combination gas station complex with a drive-thru on the side. I pulled in and parked a few spaces down from the front door as she looked into my sun visor mirror and fluffed her hair.
She smiled at me again and said, “I’ll be right back out after I use the ladies’ room.”
Again, I couldn’t help but enjoy the view as she walked away from my truck. Just before reaching the door, I felt my cock began to thicken again. I realized I hadn’t tucked away, so I awkwardly lifted up my hips and fastened my jeans back.
Needing to use the restroom myself, I got out of the truck and walked inside. A bell above the door jingled when I opened it.
A young woman in her early twenties working the counter looked up at me and smiled as I came in. She looked down at me and laughed and pointed to the back.
“Restrooms are in the back, darlin!” she said with a smirk.
Confused, I looked down and saw that I had zipped up my shirt in my pants. I quickly made my way to the restroom.
I finished drying my hands and stepped back into the little store. I was hanging around the counter area for Tracey to come out. After a few minutes, I guess the clerk started to get nervous about me.
“Can I help you with anything?” she asked suspiciously.
“No,” I replied. “I’m just waiting for her to come out.”
“Her?” she asked quizzically. “Who?”
I pointed back to the restrooms.
“The girl that came in her just before I did,” I replied. “Jean shorts and boots? Letter jacket?”
“Well that sounds like a pretty woman, but darlin’ you’re the best and only thing that’s come through that door in 40 minutes,” she told me.
“There’s no way you didn’t see her!” I exclaimed as I walked to the door and looked over to my truck. The bell above the door jingled when I opened it and then came back inside.
“I would have heard that bell,” she told me. “That’s why it’s there, in case I’m in the back or something.”
I gave her a blank look and said, “This is crazy!”
I went back to the restrooms and opened the door to the women’s room.
“Tracey?” I said to the silence. I repeated the call several times.
Numbly, I walked back slowly to the front of the store. The clerk was now looking at me strangely.
“Did you say her name was Tracey?” she asked quietly.
“Yeah, that’s her name,” I responded weakly.
“Oh my gosh! It really happened!” she said in a deep whisper.
“What?” public agent porno I yelled out. “What are you talking about?”
She stared at me with an amazed look. “You picked up Tracey Sanders!”
“I guess,” I replied annoyingly. “I don’t know her last name.”
“Hold on a second,” she said, and she ran to the door and locked it. She flipped over a sign that said CLOSED and urged me to follow her over to the Whataburger side of the complex.
I stumbled behind her as we walked over to the Whataburger. The two teenage girls behind the counter looked at us questioningly.
“He picked up Tracey Sanders!” she screamed out.
I thought the two girls were going to faint from the looks on their faces.
“No way!” they both squealed and came around the counter. They all led me over to some tables and asked me for details.
I explained how I’d picked her up because she was out of gas. I didn’t go into the other details.
“That’s so freaking neat!” one of the girls said. The others just nodded.
“He needs a drink,” the girl from the store said. “Get him a Coke!”
She ran back to the little store and came back with a small bottle of Jack Daniels about the same time the Whataburger girl brought back a coke. They mixed it up strong for me and told me to take a big drink.
I did. It burned on the way down. I just didn’t understand what was going on.
Finally, the girl from the store said, “My name is Dawn. This is Lisa and Stephanie.”
“Lance,” I replied cautiously.
“Tracey Sanders,” Dawn said and then took a deep breath. “She died in a car crash ten years ago.”
I was shocked. Nervous.
Then I laughed.
“That’s funny,” I replied. “That’s really funny.”
“Go get it,” Dawn said to the girls. Stephanie jumped up and ran behind the counter of the restaurant.
“We keep this in back in case it ever happened,” she explained. “I mean, I’d heard the stories, but I never thought it would happen.”
Stephanie came back with a laminated piece of newspaper print. It told the story of the death of Tracey Sanders, a cheerleader from Central Heights High School. A picture of the smiling girl I had just been with was in the article.
I dropped the paper on the table.
“No way!” I said firmly. “There’s no way in hell that wasn’t a real girl!”
Dawn just tapped her finger on the paper. “It’s all there,” she said. “Now it says she was a cheerleader but the way we heard it was that she’d just been kicked off of the team. I think she was caught drinking or something.”
“Something…” I said and let my mind wander to what Tracey had told me not more than an hour ago.
“No!” I cried out. “You don’t understand. I didn’t just talk to her. She was there. We even…”
I stopped myself from saying what really happened, but Dawn gave me a knowing look where the other girls just looked confused.
“They say it happens around this time every year,” Dawn said. “Somebody will stop and give her a ride to her father’s house, but they never actually make it there. They finally laminated the story to prove it to the people that pick her up.”
I needed to leave. I stood up on trembling legs.
“Are you okay?” Dawn was asking as I took a big gulp of the drink. “I think you need to stay awhile.”
“Yeah, mister,” Lisa was saying. “You shouldn’t be back on the road.”
“Um, I’m okay,” I mumbled as I thanked them for the drink.
I slowly made my way out to my truck. When I opened my door, the overwhelming smell of sex hit me full force.
I sat down in my seat and closed the door. I had just started it up when I heard a tap on the passenger window and about peed my pants. It was Dawn.
I rolled the passenger window down and she leaned forward to talk.
She instantly was met with the same raw, sexual smell I had been greeted by.
“Wow!” she exclaimed. “I knew there was something different about your story.”
I looked over at her and could see the sexual experience in her eyes.
“You two…” she began. “I mean, it’s obvious, right? You had sex with her, didn’t you?”
I sighed. “It’s been a long night, Dawn.” I told her. “Thanks for the drink.”
She stepped back and I rolled the passenger window back up. I put my truck in reverse and backed out of my space. I pulled back onto the road.
All the way to my destination, I kept imagining that she was there on the side of the road, or kept expecting to see her sitting next to me. Naked. The girl had been naked. Hell, I’d fucked her!
At home I found the story online and it was just like they had told me. She’d crashed her car into some trees and died at the scene. She’d just left a basketball game and was driving to her father’s house.
The next morning, I was cleaning out my truck and I found a pair of white socks in the backseat of my truck.
Epilogue: Five years later.
I find myself driving down that road again. I had just exited the loop around Nacogdoches and soon passed Central Heights high school. It all came back to me. Five years later and it was as if it had happened yesterday. I could still see the image of her young naked body sitting next to me. I can still feel what it felt like to be inside of her.
I was amused at myself to find my cock getting hard.
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