Tales From The Road

[Kyussfan]

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!

[Jjbee62]

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.

[Jjbee62]

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?

I used to have some video and quite a few pictures, but computer crashes ate most of them.

[Jjbee62]

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.

[Freckle Freak]

After 25 years and 2. 5 million miles, I've seen just about everything. Maybe someone will enjoy hearing about some of the sights.

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?

[Jjbee62]

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.

[Jjbee62]

After 25 years and 2. 5 million miles, I've seen just about everything. Maybe someone will enjoy hearing about some of the sights.