After 25 years and 2. 5 million miles, I've seen just about everything. Maybe someone will enjoy hearing about some of the sights.
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After 25 years and 2. 5 million miles, I've seen just about everything. Maybe someone will enjoy hearing about some of the sights.
Now I do look like a trucker, but I didn't always. One of the most frequent questions I was asked, "How did you end up driving a truck?" The answer is complicated.
I came out of the Navy with no idea how to market my skills, no idea what to do and a new wife with serious health problems. After failing miserably at an outside sales job, I took a tech writing job. After 6 months the boss saved me from dying of boredom. Someone had noticed my 4 hour lunch breaks.
There was nothing in the area for my skills and my wife refused to relocate. I considered driving a taxi until something better came along, but decided on a tow truck instead.
For 2 years I was thrilled. Most weeks I worked 90 hours or more, the money was good and I enjoyed the work. Then a disagreement with a Cadillac changed my career path.
Two years later I was a widowed computer programmer with a motivation problem. I got over it and got my life rolling again, working my way into better and better programming jobs. Then one day I realized I was Dilbert. I was great at my job, working for a clueless boss.
While my job satisfaction was dropping, a road trip made me realize what I was missing. It took 2 months to get a CDL and a truck. I've been mostly happy ever since.
Now time for a story.
[QUOTE=Jjbee62;2952955]After 25 years and 2. 5 million miles, I've seen just about everything. Maybe someone will enjoy hearing about some of the sights.[/QUOTE]You mean after 25 years you can't even come up with a few polaroids or even some 8 mm films of the sights from your travels?
Before smart phones, before portable DVD players, entertainment on long road trips was hard to come by. The solution, road head.
I'm sure most of us have received road head a few times. Once I nearly had a panic attack while stopped at a light in front of a packed business stop. She refused to stop.
For those who like to watch, road head from a trucker's perspective is interesting. My first sighting was in the middle of a very eventful day in Idaho.
Other than the scenery, the first item of interest occurred in Idaho Falls, where I'd lived before. After getting detoured off the highway I started noticing the passenger in the minivan next to me. She was wearing a long skirt that had creeped up. At every stoplight she would uncross and recross her legs several times, until finally the skirt was all the way up, showing off her rather boring white panties. She waited until I had a good view then pulled her skirt back down. A good start to the day.
Some hours later, near Twin Falls, I'd, an old Chevy passed me and out of the corner of my eye I saw some unexpected movement. It took a few miles to catch up and pass and a few more miles before I could get them to pass me back, but finally I was watching a world class BBBJ w / DT, and CIM. Can't say whether she spit or swallowed, because they had sped off by then.
When I was about 75 miles from Boise, one of my trailer tires blew out. From there I was limping along at 55 mph, which spoiled the final event. About 30 miles from Boise, a little car went by with a blonde hanging out the window, flashing every truck. To me she was little more than a blur.
Overall, it was one of my better days.
[QUOTE=FreckleFreak;2953013]You mean after 25 years you can't even come up with a few polaroids or even some 8 mm films of the sights from your travels?[/QUOTE]I used to have some video and quite a few pictures, but computer crashes ate most of them.
Lot Lizards, Sleeper Leapers, Commercial Company, just the trucker's version of streetwalkers. They come and go, or you cum and they go. They tend to be on a downward slide with drugs and pimps.
At one time Indianapolis was a good place to find Lot Lizards, down at the Harding Street truckstops, but I think they've thinned out in recent years. That's how it goes, one time there are 20 working the lot, the next time none.
During the mid to late 90's the best place to find LLs was Oklahoma City. Even in the middle of the day (unlike regular lizards, LLs avoid the sun) you would see several working the parking lot. Many of the OKC LLs were different from typical. A lot were housewives, or single mothers who couldn't find a job.
I'm not normally a fan of LLs, but I'd be lying if I said I've never tried one. Most of the experiences were bad, rushed, mechanical and unsatisfying. There was one, however, that was worth remembering.
I had stopped for the night at the OKC Pilot truckstop, had finished my delicious Waffles House or Wendy's dinner and was settling down to watch the Lizards scurry around the parking lot. After awhile, a very attractive brunette came to my door. Unlike the typical LL, who favor stripper shoes and bright, revealing clothing, she was dressed plain, jeans and a shirt with sneakers. After looking her over, I opened the door and let her climb in.
While I pulled the curtains, she went back to the sleeper and a few moments later we had settled on 60 for CFS, about average. Once the clothes came off, she was anything but average. Her body had been well taken care of, firm C cups, flat stomach, solid ass, no suspicious red marks or lesions.
We got down to business in cowgirl and everything continued to be great. Once I started working over her breasts, the problems began. At first it wasn't a problem, she just changed from going through the motions to active participation. Once it was clear she was enjoying herself, I dropped a hand down to add some direct stimulation. For just a moment she went wild. She was riding me like she was trying to break me. Then she stopped and moved my hands away, told me I couldn't do that. Fortunately, I had reached the edge before she stopped and a few more mechanical thrusts finished the job.
While she was getting dressed she explained. Her husband was okay with this, he was out of work and they needed rent money, but she wasn't supposed to enjoy it. As long as it was just a job, everything was okay.
I never saw her after that. I hope they got back on their feet.
Love the stories! I'll read them all. The girls, the things you saw, blown motors. Post them all. I learned to drive a truck when I was 19. Single axle cabover International. 238 Detroit. No power steering. Had to back a trailer blindsided into a sandblasting bay a couple times a day every week. Did some local trailer deliveries. It was fun!
Never mastered the Mack's with the twin sticks. WOW!
It's very rare now, but it used to be fairly common for a woman or a couple driving down the interstate, to put on a show for the truckers. I've seen several, but this is about one I missed.
I was crossing I-80 in Nebraska, headed east, when I started hearing about a westbound couple putting on a show. The only thing on the CB was people telling about or asking about the show. I spotted the car when it went past, but I was going the wrong way.
About 15 minutes later I heard someone talking about the show. He clearly wasn't from these parts and didn't seem to appreciate what he saw. This is what I remember hearing:
"She was naked. Her husband, how does he not see? I looked and I slowed down and her husband went slower, and she touched herself. Why would she do that? Does she not know that is wrong?
I didn't know whether to laugh at his reaction or curse because I was going the wrong way.
This was another LL experience, sort of, in OKC, but first the background story.
There was a woman in San Antonio who I knew from online. She wasn't a bad looking older woman, but she was into serious freaky stuff, way beyond my minor kinks. One Saturday I was supposed to be in San Antonio, and would be there for a few days, so she decided to throw a party so some of the other San Antonio people could meet me.
For some reason I was delayed and didn't arrive until mid morning on Sunday. Other than a couple of passed out drunks the party was over. We hung out by her pool and talked until the other people woke up. Spent most of the day in and out of her clothing optional / nudity recommended pool, which was okay by me. By early afternoon it was just the hostess, Tina and one other girl, named Paula, who had come in from Mississippi for the party. Then they left me to go pick up someone at the airport.
Tina was a good looking woman, on the downhill side of 50. Too many years and too much sun had left her looking leathery. Paula was probably only a few years younger than me, which was 37 or 38, a big girl in every direction, and more of a tomboy. No real attraction there, so I figured I'd be sleeping alone.
When they returned from the airport they had Misty with them and all I was wearing was a towel. Misty was 10 years younger than me, natural blonde with a supermodel body, only 6 inches shorter. She had just returned from a bad experience.
There's a whole bunch of stuff, where I'm really smooth and manage to seduce her, that I'm leaving out. It isn't part of the story and it's all BS. For some reason she decided she didn't want to sleep alone and I was the best option. When I left Texas on Thursday, she left in the truck with me.
After several weeks on the road, we took 2 weeks off at my place in Albuquerque, where an old friend and his wife visited us for the Albuquerque Balloon Fiesta. Just before we headed back on the road we adopted a dog, which went with us.
Heidi was a perfect truck dog, and Misty was a surprisingly good passenger, especially since she was somewhat of a primadonna. One evening after we got back on the road we ended up at Lot Lizard central In OKC. After parking the truck, we took Heidi for a walk so she could do her business.
When we got back to the truck the following events took place, in just the right order. About the time I was reaching to unlock my passenger door, a LL climbed out of the truck next to me, and started walking around the truck towards me. Misty had stepped towards the door, putting me between the approaching LL and her. I assume the LL thought I had seen her and I'm certain she hadn't seen Misty or Heidi.
Just as the LL was approaching my back I said to Heidi, "jump up in there, girl. " The LL, thinking it was her lucky day, stepped around me to climb up in my truck, then she saw Misty and Heidi at the same time I saw her. She did a quick about face and disappeared. Misty's response was "what the hell was that?
Once I figured out what had just happened, I busted up laughing. Then I had to explain lot lizards to Misty. She ended up sitting in the driver's seat with the curtains pulled, wearing nothing but a pair of panties. Every time a LL would knock on the door, she'd open the door look down and say "I don't think you're his type. ".
About 10 or 12 years ago I briefly hauled cars between the Midwest and the Southeast. After a very interesting day in Savannah, Georgia I stopped at a nearby truckstop.
When I turned on my CB radio I heard a woman advertising a CB shop located at the truckstop. I needed some minor repairs so I headed on over to Angel's CB Shop.
Angel was a short brunette with some impressive aftermarket chest accessories. She was wearing a pair of Daisy Dukes and a bikini top. According to her husband / pimp she sometimes worked topless, although not that day. She was the one who did the work and she seemed to know what she was doing.
She used to have a basic website where she sold calendars and t-shirts. She's probably gone now, but she had a good thing going for a while.
The interesting thing in Savannah was a funeral home. While I was waiting at the light and mourners walked out. She was a black girl in a black dress. The dress was rather short and low cut for a funeral. She walked to the street, walked back and forth a few times then went back inside. I saw 2 more girls do the same thing.
I heard later about a brothel posing as a funeral home that got busted.
Not sure if it was 2000 or 2001, but I know it was the day after Thanksgiving. I spent the morning loading up at a warehouse east of Portland, Oregon and was heading south on I-5, on my way to southern Oregon. Traffic was heavy, but moving good. Weather wasn't too bad, I think mid 50's and partly cloudy.
There were a lot of trucks on the road and I was just rolling along in the right lane, when I spotted a white LeBaron convertible go by. I hadn't been paying attention, but it looked like the woman driving was rubbing her chest as she drove. Never one to miss an opportunity, I got in the left lane and started chasing her down. It took a few miles because she was doing 75 in the 55 zone, but finally I got around her and let her pull alongside. Once she pulled even with me she bent down to look up at me, to make sure I was watching. Then the show began.
She was probably early 30's, brunette with a pretty face, flat stomach and a nice firm pair of C's. She pulled her shirt and bra up to her shoulders and started playing with her tits, occasionally using both hands and steering with her knees. From time to time she would look up at me and it was obvious she was enjoying the attention.
With the heavy traffic and because we were traveling faster than most people on the road, I sometimes had to pass other trucks and she had to move over for faster cars. When that happened, she would speed up or slow down for the lane change. Once things were clear she would get back beside me. After a few times I noticed, when she passed other trucks she would pull her shirt back down. She had found her audience.
After about 45 minutes of this, she unbuttoned her jeans and put her right hand down her pants, while still using her left on her tits. She was definitely talented and if her body language was any indication, she was really enjoying the drive. It appeared that she gave herself 2 orgasms while driving along.
Eventually my luck ran out and we got separated. Once I could open it up, I wound my Freightliner up to top speed and tried to catch her. It took about 10 miles and 6 minutes before I caught her, she was just getting off at her exit on the north end of Eugene. I gave her a long toot of the horn and she gave me a big smile and wave.
After that I quickly slowed down to the speed limit and just in time. There was a speed trap set up just past her exit. Altogether she gave me a show for about an hour, over nearly 80 miles. Definitely one of the best I've ever seen.
One morning I pulled out of Oklahoma City heading towards Denver. I had an extra day to kill, so instead of taking the shorter route on 2 lane highways through some of the least exciting landscape in the country, I took the long way, north to Salina, KS then west to Denver. If I have to be bored, I'd rather be driving 70 or 75 instead of 55.
About 20 miles north of OKC, I went around a you-Haul truck pulling a car. While going past, I glanced over and saw a young black man driving and a black woman leaning against him. Her position was a little strange, she had her back to him with his arm wrapped around her, with her facing the passenger door.
As soon as I finished passing them, he moved out and sped up to pass me. He pulled up alongside and matched my speed. The woman had her eyes closed and his hand was inside her shirt, playing with her tits. He gave me a few looks and smiles. After a short time she opened her eyes, saw me watching and made him stop. They then sped up and started pulling away.
After about 5 miles, I was catching up with them again. Same exact situation, as soon as she saw me, show was over. It wasn't until the third time that she let me watch for a few miles, before telling him that was enough.
On their fourth visit, she not only didn't stop him, but she unbuttoned her shirt all the way to give me a good look. I'm not a large breast fan, I'm happy with a B or C cup, but these would have converted anyone. DD and firm with just that little droop to show they were natural. After a good long look, she buttoned up and off they went.
By this time I was starting to drool every time I saw a you-Haul. The next time they pulled up her shirt was already unbuttoned and her white tights (before someone named them yoga pants and doubled the price) were down below her knees. Remember her position? I was treated to a straight view of her shaved pussy, which was obviously enjoying the attention his hand was providing. They stayed alongside for several miles before speeding up again.
The same scene repeated a few more times, all the way across the Kansas state line. About 15 miles south of Wichita and the Kansas Turnpike toll booths I caught up with them for the last time. This time, when he moved to the left lane he didn't speed up, just stayed back. I noticed another truck was catching up, so I turned on the CB to give him the heads-up. Here's the conversation, best as I can recall:
"How about that northbound red International. You got your ears on (don't laugh, that's authentic trucker lingo)?
"Go ahead".
"You might want to check out that you-Haul when you get up there. They'very been entertaining me for the last 100 miles. ".
"I'm trying. I've got this thing wound all the way up. ".
<pause .
"Damn! Thanks for the heads up. Oh shit! He's in trouble. ".
<about now I notice the you-Haul catching up to me .
"What happened? ".
"She was blowing him and he looked over at me and smiled. Then she looked at me, stopped and slapped him. ".
When they pulled up by my window, she was back in the position, blowing him with her shirt unbuttoned and tights pulled down. She looked up at me once, smiled and waved and went right back to work. She was still going at it when I had to start slowing down for the toll booths. I think she had to do a quick recovery.
After that I had to split off onto I-135 while they continued on I-35. I guess she had gotten used to me watching, but she wasn't about to let anyone else watch.
Love the stories so I'll throw one of my own.
I was driving west on I-80 (standard truck, not a semi) and noticed a large CB antenna on a early 90's sedan. This wouldn't have been odd when I was a kid because we always seemed to have a CB in our junk cars growing up but I rarely see it now. Approaching this car, I look over and see a woman in the passenger seat, reclined back and fully nude. Of course being the red blooded man that I am, I had to get a better look. I got in the other lane a slowed so they would pass me. She was on my side this time. As they passed she was looking out the window and made eye contact with me. She smiled enough for me to know she wasn't completely against the situation but not enough to let me know it was all for fun and games. I made one last pass and continued on my way.
My only guess is they were radioing for customers and would stop at whatever exit was convenient. Riding around naked must have been a way of allowing drivers to window shop. I don't know if this is a new tactic or old.
[QUOTE=Cantstop00;2985486]Love the stories so I'll throw one of my own.
I was driving west on I-80 (standard truck, not a semi) and noticed a large CB antenna on a early 90's sedan. This wouldn't have been odd when I was a kid because we always seemed to have a CB in our junk cars growing up but I rarely see it now. Approaching this car, I look over and see a woman in the passenger seat, reclined back and fully nude. Of course being the red blooded man that I am, I had to get a better look. I got in the other lane a slowed so they would pass me. She was on my side this time. As they passed she was looking out the window and made eye contact with me. She smiled enough for me to know she wasn't completely against the situation but not enough to let me know it was all for fun and games. I made one last pass and continued on my way.
My only guess is they were radioing for customers and would stop at whatever exit was convenient. Riding around naked must have been a way of allowing drivers to window shop. I don't know if this is a new tactic or old.[/QUOTE]Usually it's just an exhibitionist, enjoying showing off for the trucker's. Sometimes they'll talk on the CB, other times they just listen to the comments. I did meet one out in Idaho that was drumming up some business. She had someone already waiting and I didn't have time to wait. Heard another woman one day who was selling her homemade videos.
Shortly after passing through Orlando, on my way to Daytona I got caught in a long line of construction traffic. As is common, the two lanes of traffic went back and forth, while everyone switched lanes, trying to move just a little quicker. It never accomplishes anything, I just stick with the right lane and enjoy the view.
Eventually this brought me next to a little green Pontiac with heavily tinted windows. Fortunately, the passenger window was down just enough for me to have a clear view of the driver's lap. Well, I would have had a clear view except for the little brunette head that was bobbing up and down on the driver's lap. With the constantly changing lane speeds, staying next to them wasn't easy, but I managed. Apparently my efforts were noticed because she stopped to give me a smile.
After a few uninterrupted minutes we were finally separated for several minutes and several hundred curses from me. When the traffic gods answered my prayers the passenger seat was empty, they were doubling up in the driver's seat. Is that the upright CG position? All I know is, her hips were moving much faster than the traffic.
Once again we were separated and only came back together when she was returning to her seat and using her panties to clean up. She finished up by waving her panties out the window at me, but she pulled them back when I reached out to grab them.
I don't complain about traffic jams any more. I just hope for some good entertainment.