Short Sexy Trucker Story #2.1
The waitress returned to the delineating space behind her counter, as Hal appraised the sparse menu. His burgeoning member made it difficult to focus on the simple items at hand, and he knew, at that moment, that he had to have that waitress... He hadn't physically engaged in sexual activities for months, since he paid off that hooker in Atlantic City when he was passing through. He made a gesture of beckoning in the general direction of the waitress...
"I'll have th' sausages and eggs, and sum coffee too, darlin'" he said.
The downtrodden service-woman merely nodded as she made her way to the table to remove Hal's menu from his meaty, sweaty grasp. As she reached for the menu to take it away, Hal grabbed her feminine, yet scaley wrist.
"Amd don't spare the suga, darlin'."
His grin revealed a myriad of dental horrors, which the waitress was accustomed to seeing and did not notice. She smiled the smile of a service industry worker and looked in his general direction. Her loneliness was increasing minutely, and although she normally would not make love to a customer it had been a very bad last few weeks for the truck stop diner, and they had had precious few customers through recently. Her loins stirred ambigously, although her prefontal cortex sent discreet neural signals to the rest of her soft punget brain matter, urging her to ignore this hunk of man-flesh before her.
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TO BE CONTINUED KIDS, WHETHER YOU FUCKING LIKE IT OR NOT
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"I'll have th' sausages and eggs, and sum coffee too, darlin'" he said.
The downtrodden service-woman merely nodded as she made her way to the table to remove Hal's menu from his meaty, sweaty grasp. As she reached for the menu to take it away, Hal grabbed her feminine, yet scaley wrist.
"Amd don't spare the suga, darlin'."
His grin revealed a myriad of dental horrors, which the waitress was accustomed to seeing and did not notice. She smiled the smile of a service industry worker and looked in his general direction. Her loneliness was increasing minutely, and although she normally would not make love to a customer it had been a very bad last few weeks for the truck stop diner, and they had had precious few customers through recently. Her loins stirred ambigously, although her prefontal cortex sent discreet neural signals to the rest of her soft punget brain matter, urging her to ignore this hunk of man-flesh before her.
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TO BE CONTINUED KIDS, WHETHER YOU FUCKING LIKE IT OR NOT
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