“Not too many people here today.” Lucy said in between taking a drink and taking a puff off her cigarette. Lucy, or Loose Lucy as some call her, is known around the bars. She's looking for a man to hook up with. Any man with a pulse and a wallet full of cash will do. Just enough money to get her drunk. She'll fuck him if he'll get her drunk. It is like an untold golden truth. Get Loose Lucy drunk and she'll fuck your brains out. She won't be able to get a hard on, but if you're lucky, she'll pass out with her face in the pillow and her ass ready to be fucked.

I don't know why I even go into such places. I guess because I'm lonely. I have an on and off again boyfriend. More off and on I should say. He's a long haul driver. Drives orange juice from one state to another. Sometimes he doesn't get home for a week at a time. Hard to believe, but it is true. Every word of it. Dan, that's my man's name. Short and sweet, that's how I like it. I don't cheat on my boyfriend, only pretend that I'm going to. I always end up at joints like this and think I'll go home with a man. Only to find out that I don't have the heart to do so. I keep thinking about Dan driving that truck of his. Driving down the road thinking that I'm at home waiting for him. Being a good girl and not doing anything behind his back. Also, there are lots of diseases out there. They aren't exactly all that difficult to catch. Especially if the guys have been sleeping with gals like Loose Lucy. You might not get AIDS off of some of these people, but you can get crabs or something worse just the same. I've never had an STD and want to keep it that way. The idea of having something that can't be cured or involves my privates, freaks me out. Unless it is pleasurable of course. Though, the idea of a crab biting your pubes doesn't seem very pleasurable.

I had a drink or two. Smoked a couple of cigarettes and called a taxi. I didn't drive because I knew I was drinking. I wasn't drunk, but you can never tell what cops are up to these days. They try their damnedest to get you for driving drunk. I almost got caught once and I learned my lesson. I was over at the disco and had one too many. I got pulled over and almost failed the test. I don't know how I passed it. I might not have and the officer simply let me go. All I know is, he made me blow into this little device. Then told me I was the luckiest drunk on the road. I blew right under the legal limit. Which meant, I wasn't legally drunk. From that day on, I've never drove drunk.

After coming back to my place, I took a nice hot long bath. After the bath I got a phone call. It was Dan and he was staying in a hotel. The trucking company put him up in a hotel for free since there were some problems unloading his tanker. We talked for a bit and I told Dan how much I missed him. How quite the house has been and how much I just needed someone to talk to. I was surprised to hear him say the same thing. Well, not exactly the same thing. But, he had the same feelings. He gets lonely to out on the road. He wishes they could give him more jobs that are closer to home. But, for now, he'll take whatever he can get. He wants to get us a new car and he needs all the miles they are willing to pay for. He gets paid by the mile when he hauls the orange juice. Dan gets a flat fee then he gets paid per mile. The per mile rate is what really makes him the money. The flat fee isn't much at all. Not even enough to live on. That's why there is such an incentive to drive as far as you can. The further you drive, the more money you make. The only downside is, the less time you have at home. Which by the sound of Dan's voice, was taking its toll on him just as much as it was on me.

Dan promised that he would cut back on the miles. Come home a few times next week. We could go out to some place special for dinner. He was saying all the right things, but he wasn't here to say them to me. He was far away at some hotel. At some place I can't even pronounce. A city I've never even heard of. I was feeling more lonely as the conversation went on. I kept being reminded of the fact that Dan wasn't around. That I needed him around. I needed someone to talk to. Also, a good fucking wouldn't hurt either. A gal has needs you know. I can't go outside and hug a tree and get the same fulfillment as I would from getting nailed. Or better yet, nailing Dan in his tight little ass. For a trucker, Dan is very fit and trim. Has an ass on him that takes barely two hands to squeeze. That's how I like my men built. Firm, strong, and with a penis that hangs towards the ground like there's an anchor tied to it.

The phone conversation turned dirty after about ten or twenty minutes. Dan said he bought a two hour phone card at some truck stop when he realized that he was going to be spending the night. Dan said he was only wearing his boxer shorts. Nothing on top and nothing covering them. Me, I was in a pair of shorts and just an old tee shirt. I threw the stuff on after getting out of the bathtub. I knew that I wouldn't be going anywhere. I wasn't going to be running down the runway at some fashion show. Just laying around wishing my man was here. That's all. Maybe watching one of those tear jerker late night movies that seem to make you feel better when you're sad. You know, the black and white ones where all the actors and actresses in them are now dead. There maybe a few people from those old black and white movies that are clinging to life somewhere. But, you never see them on television.

Dan asked if I had been thinking about him. Not thinking about him in the normal sense, he explained. I knew what he meant and yes I was. I was thinking about him sexually for the past few days. That's why I went to the bar. I finally broke down and thought about cheating on Dan. Though, deep down inside my heart, I couldn't have done it. I tell myself all the time that I'll find a one night fling when Dan takes these long hauls. But, nothing ever happens. Maybe a few girlfriends come back to my place and we puff on a joint. Dan don't know about that, but I'm sure he wouldn't be too happy with it.

Dan told me he was stroking his cock. I told him that I wanted to be in charge. I wanted to tell him everything that I wanted him to do. Dan agreed and let me do the phone sex. I love being in charge during sex. Even if it was only phone sex. Even if Dan was hundreds of miles away. In some city I still don't remember and still couldn't pronounce. I wanted to be in charge none the less.

I told Dan that I would start out sucking his cock. Slowly, then working up to speed. Dan was moaning and breathing heavily as he jacked off. I told him I would also be fingering his asshole as I deeply sucked his cock. Just when he thought he couldn't take it any longer. When he was about to explode, I would stop. I would wait a few minutes and let him cool down.

Cooling down, such a strange way of thinking about it. The engines begin to purr and you need to force them from firing from all cylinders. I then told Dan that I would bend over and allow him to fuck me in the ass. I would insist that he start out slow, then work up his pace. Slow and steady, that's the best way of doing things. I could hear Dan moaning in my ear. I told Dan to let me have it. Shoot his load in my now deeply fucked asshole. Right after I said that, I heard a loud grunt. Which told me, that Dan had just came. Dan cleared his throat like he was embarrassed and said that he had just came. Which, I already knew. We talked a little afterwards and I went upstairs and jerked off. I also toyed by asshole with a nice butt plug as I did so. I thought about Ben jerking off while he was talking to me on the phone. I sure hope he comes home soon. I'm missing him more by the hour.

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