Love and Lust on the Alcan Highway – Chapter 2

Love and Lust on the Alcan Highway – Chapter 2

It was almost eight hours later that my body responded to the need to relieve my aching bladder. The call made me very aware that I’d better answer it in one hell of a hurry. The warm body sleeping on my chest had me reluctant to even think about moving.

I slowly and carefully extracted myself from under Linda’s warmth, not wanting to disturb her slumber. It was dark outside, which indicated that it was somewhere between 1:30 and 3:00 in the morning. If I got my ass in gear, we’d be in Whitehorse by breakfast time. But I knew that as soon as I fired up that Cat engine, either the noise would rouse my lover, or the vibrations would. The idea of lounging in Teslin for another four hours sounded tempting. It would let me stay curled up with this gorgeous woman for that much longer. That’s a tough one to say ‘No” to, let me tell ya!

Despite my longings, I crawled out of the truck, walked back to the rear of the sleeper, and inserted myself between it and the front drivers, getting as close to the frame as practical.. That little spot had been my “Trucker’s outhouse” so many times in my life, and this was another one.

I relieved myself, then out of habit, opened the petcock on the air tank to bleed off both air pressure and accumulated water from the compressor. It was only when that pervading hiss of air assailed my ears that I cursed myself for the inconsideration of the noise. It was sure to wake my sleeping passenger. Guilt washed over me. I thought seriously of closing the valve again, but it’s one of those things that just has to be done daily. The sleeper began to rock, alerting me that it was too late now anyway. Linda was awake and stumbling around inside.

The click of a door latch opening warned me of Linda’s pending arrival outside. I pulled up my zipper and met her at the driver’s door just as she opened it.

“Christ, I’ve gotta pee so bad!” she growled. “Is the truck stop even open?” I glanced over my shoulder, just in case it might be. Some days it is, but not today. The place was blacker than Toby’s ass.

“Sorry, Sweetheart. You’re stuck with an outside job this early in the morning. Tell ya what, though. There’s a box of tissue in the top drawer, top of the bunk. Grab that box, and you can squat behind the bunk on the other side.”

“Why that side?” she wondered to me.

“No reason, except this side’s already been watered . . . “ I educated her. It took a while for the message to sink past her sleepiness, then she slowly smiled in acknowledgement.

“You miserable fucker,” she growled, but with a soft and gentle tone to her voice, “pissing all over a girl’s hiding spot. It’s a good thing I don’t have to take a dump, isn’t it?” I could hear the laughter in her voice, and the implied intimacy felt good in my gut.

While waiting for Linda to jump back into the truck, I fired up the engine, waiting both for the air pressure to build up again, and for the temperature needle to reach one-forty. There’s no surer way of destroying a big Cat than running it cold, or worse, forcing it to warm up too quickly. I was about to turn on the marker lights, but as my finger touched the switch, I stopped myself. The last thing a woman peeing needs is lights advertising her actions. Instead, I leaned over to make sure her door was unlocked.

Eventually, Linda opened the passenger door and clambered in, arranging her addictively wonderful little ass on the seat into a comfortable position. She’d been out there a little longer than I thought necessary, especially if all she had to do was pee. It dawned on me that I’d better check on her delay.

“That took a while,” I commented, “or did you take that dump you were threatening?”

She looked at me with a smile that bordered on a snicker, and said nothing.

“Linda! You didn’t, did you?” I demanded with incredulity in my voice. There was a pregnant pause before she answered me.

“No, I didn’t, if you must know” she growled, the sleep still stuck in her eyes. “Why? What’s the difference?”

“Good. The treads on those tires have a bad habit of picking up that . . . shit . . . and smearing it all down the side of the fucking sleeper. And that, my love, makes for one hell of a shitty mess!” I declared to her. The resulting smirk on her face did little to soothe my fears as she sat there in complete silence.

With the engine now warm enough to roll, I pushed in the trailer valve, listening to the air pressure release the ten spring brakes that held the trailer’s brakes on fully. Once they’d released, I opened the tractor valve to let the truck’s parking brakes off, and slipped the stick into second gear. That’s when Linda hit me with the reason behind her extended visit behind the sleeper.

“If you must know, all that cum in my panties dried, and they stuck to my pussy. Shit, I now have bald spots. Sure hope you like bald pussies, Sweetie. Mine has patches of hair missing!”

The vision of Linda’s pussy fur looking like a patchwork quilt flew across my mind. I couldn’t help it. The laughter snuck up from my lungs and exploded throughout the cab. It was so intense that I damned near dumped the clutch! Not a good idea on a tractor-trailer combination weighing somewhere around 120,000 pounds, let me tell ya.

“Oh fuck off, you shit-head!” Linda scowled at me. “All that cum felt really good on my pussy when it was wet! But now my pussy hurts like a son-of-a-bitch, and I haven’t got any clean panties to put on! God damn it!”

As I managed to control the mirth spewing out of my mouth, I suggested that she could borrow a pair of my clean briefs if she wanted. They wouldn’t fit worth a shit, but they’d serve their purpose until she could pick up some replacements later that morning. She growled at me, then swung around and crawled into the bunk. I gave her directions to find some clean ones. I heard her rustling around back there, muttering curses under her breath, and she re-appeared after another few minutes, still clutching her cum-encrusted panties in her hand. She started to roll down her window, until I suggested that rather than throw her lingerie all over the Alaska Highway, she hold onto them and wash them out when we got into town. The idea of disposal was abandoned, but the sulking face remained. I smiled even as she suffered inside.

“What the fuck are you laughing at?” she demanded. “You’ve never had panties stick to you, I’ll bet. And if you don’t shut the fuck up, I’ll grab a handful of your pubic hair and yank it out! Then we’ll see who laughs!”

I reached over and curled my fingers over her hand, squeezing it softly as an indication of my empathy for her.

“Oh Linda, relax. When you think about it, it’s kinda funny, in a way. Admit it,“ I tried to soothe her anger, “and for what it’s worth, guys run into similar problems. Shit, I’ve had pre-cum glue my shorts to the end of my cock. If you think your pretty little pussy hurts, you should see the damage my cockhead goes through.” The information didn’t help her mood one little bit. “Tell ya what, Sweetheart. If your pussy’s still hurting when we get to Whitehorse, I promise I’ll kiss it better. Okay? Is it a deal?” The idea must have appealed to her, because that scowl slowly changed to a soft smile.

Linda began to lean towards me as I grabbed another gear. “Warning, warning, Mr. Trucker, “she whispered lustfully, “incoming lips at three o’clock.” I leaned to my right to welcome her kiss. “Thanks,“ she said to me as she began to regain her seat, “I needed that offer. How long’s it good for?”

“Good until used up completely,” I replied, “or until my tongue wears out, whichever comes last. Oh, and thanks for warning me. About the kiss, I mean. Sure wouldn’t want to fall off this road, especially when we’re this close to town, would we?” Linda smiled, turned to stare out the windshield, and we both waited for the sun to come up while embraced in the warmth of each other’s company.

It was almost 5:00 AM as we approached Johnston’s Landing, another little dot on the map that exists only because of the road down to Atlin. I asked Linda if she wanted to stop and grab a coffee on our way through. She pondered the idea before I got thoroughly interrogated. At that time of the day, three questions constitute a full interrogation to me.

“How long until Whitehorse?” Linda wanted to know.

“Couple hours, maybe a few minutes over that” I answered. She spent a minute of two rolling the answer around in her head.

“Hmm. What’s the coffee like at this place?”

“I’ve had worst. Just can’t remember where, though,” I told her, then added, “but if they perk it twice, you can lay five miles of asphalt with it. That give you any hints?”

“Yeah, right! Think I’ll wait. Matter of fact, I’ll buy you breakfast. Call it partial payment for the ride up here” she offered. Only a fool would pass up a free meal; only someone that’s brain-dead would pass up the company of this woman that was wending her way into my little life. I just smiled my acceptance.

As we crossed the Yukon River bridge, about thirty miles east of Whitehorse, the signal strength indicator on the satellite phone finally lit up. I’d been watching for that light ever since we’d left Johnston’s Landing, both to check with the company’s switchboard, and to make a call to Byron Cooper, Linda’s new employer. It might take some fancy talking, but I’d make sure she still had a job to go to. I dialled Byron’s private number, the one that doesn’t go through the switchboard. He answered on the third ring.

“What?” he almost screamed into the receiver.

“Good to hear your voice too, ya old fucker. I got a present for ya, if you’re nice to me” I wailed back at him. Byron actually was a helluva nice guy, but he kept putting on this act of being a miserable son-of-a-bitch. You really had to know the guy to be able to tolerate the attitude.

“Right! What the fuck would you have that I’d want, you goddamned pavement pounder!” I got told.

“Aw, shut your face, Cooper! It’s been a shitty trip, with a few bright spots. If I want any shit from you, I’ll kick your ass. And now that I have your attention, does the name Linda Coulter ring any bells in that empty head of yours?” I quizzed.

“Coulter. Hmm, let’s see,” and there was a pause, probably more for effect than anything else, “yeah, she was supposed to be up here yesterday, and start last night. The fucking bitch never showed, never called, nothing! Why? You run her over somewhere down the road?”

“Yeah, something like that. She had car trouble on Fireside. She’ll be there in a little over an hour. You’d better still have a job for her when I get her there, too. She’s had a rough one coming up the Alcan. I’d hate like hell to have to smack you one if you’re not nice to her.”

“Fuck off, Blackstone! Why the hell should I listen to you playing ‘Mr. Nice Guy’?” Byron demanded.

“Call it a favour to the guy that owns the first mortgage on your slimy ass. Or I could call the whole one-fifty you owe me, if you’re gonna be a real shit about this. We got a deal?” I worried him.

“Jesus, she must be one hell of a piece of tail if she’s got you that riled up, Ryan. But yeah, we got a deal. About an hour, you say?”

Yeah, about that. I gotta drop these wagons in the yard, do the paper trail thing, then we’ll be down. Oh, and Byron? You be real nice to this girl, hear? I’ve taken a bit of a shine to her, and I’m gonna be watching out for her welfare all fucking summer long. I think we understand each other, don’t you?”

“Whatever. But you’re buying breakfast when you get here. A guy’s gotta get something outta this whole thing” Byron whined.

“Maybe, but not today. I’ve already got a breakfast date, and she’s a whole lot better looking than you’ll ever be. Tomorrow morning’s a possibility, though, if you can remember where you left your teeth this time”, and I chuckled remembering Byron turning a room upside down looking for his dentures one morning. They were in his mouth the whole time! I just didn’t have the heart to tell him. Shit, I can be a nasty bastard some days.

I hung up, then called Travis in the local dispatch office. After explaining everything to him, I put the phone back in its cradle and concentrated on both the road and the questioning expression on Linda’s face.

“You got all that out of Byron Cooper over a lousy hundred and fifty bucks?” she asked. “I’m not sure if I’m impressed or scared. Shit, who the fuck let’s a hundred and fifty bucks control things?”

“Not many people,” I replied, “unless you hang three zeros behind that one-fifty.” The lights went on in that pretty little head of hers, followed by a soft, “Oh . . . .” The rest of the trip was spent either in silence, or with questions that could be answered in full with one of two words; ‘Yes’ or ‘No’. I chuckled inside for the whole twenty miles.

It took half an hour to drop the trailers, attach a king-pin lock to the lead trailer, drop off the manifest and related paperwork, and let Travis know that I’d be staying at the Airport Inn. I added that if he called me, his mother and father would never have to worry about becoming grandparents. Ever. Then Linda and I made our way down to the Golden Nugget. As soon as I got parked, she turned and looked at me with a face covered in concern.

“Ryan, do I really want to go in there?” she asked me. “This Byron Cooper’s starting to give me a bad feeling. I know how much he’s offering me, but I’m not so sure it’s worth the money.”

“Oh come on, girl. Have a little faith here. I told you, if he gives you a hard time, phone me. Byron’s a lot of noise, but once you get past the bravado, he’s actually the kind of guy you’d want on your side in a good fight. You’d know your ass was well-covered.” Linda didn’t look convinced, but she was leaning towards granting my recommendation the benefit of the doubt..

Breakfast was an enjoyable experience, despite Byron summarily joining us. I think Linda was feeling a bit better about the guy after we’d sat and shot the shit for almost two hours. She bought my breakfast, and I bought Byron’s. Mind you, I didn’t let him know that I was going to until he’d finished. If he’d known before, he’d have ordered twice as much, and saved the left-overs for his next two meals. My Momma didn’t raise no dummy. Anyway, Byron was all set to shanghai Linda to put her through his usual six-hour orientation bullshit. Anybody with half a brain could pick up the information in about an hour. I cut off his attempted seduction by stating that Linda and I were going to take care of some errands, and that she’d be back by 4:00 that afternoon. Just to really piss him off, I made it plain that she’d be staying with me until I left for Seattle. I think I succeeded, too, as only a blind man would have missed the blood vessels twitching near his temples.

The rest of the day was spent sightseeing, shopping for Linda, securing a room for me, and just having a lot of fun together. Linda went looking for clothes, and I steered her towards a couple of decent stores that might have both what she wanted, and what she’d need. “Sandor’s” had some of the lingerie that worked well on her body, but not so good on my wallet. “Reitman’s” supplied her with a work wardrobe, and the rest we found in “The Wild Wardrobe”. I suggested one of those one-piece Long Johns, the kind with the flap over the ass, and got an angry look of disapproval for my efforts. We both had a good chuckle later, though. It was worth the look.

I had Linda back at The Golden Nugget just a bit before 4:00 PM, and she went through the Cooper Inquisition while I sought refuge in the lounge. She met me there a couple of hours later, looking worn out from Byron’s whirlwind initiation. Despite originally expecting to work on the front desk, he’d given her the night auditor’s job instead. It paid better, and gave her more time to explore Whitehorse. In celebration, we went to The KEBABery for dinner, not the swankiest place in town, but if you know anyone there, the food is great. Then it was back to the Airport Inn and a chance to put our feet up and relax.

Linda’s first move was to commandeer the shower. She’d been on the road for four days since leaving Vancouver, and all the grease and grime of sixteen hundred miles had followed her, attaching itself to anywhere it could. While she was in there, I stripped down to just my briefs, enjoying the freedom from clothes that could walk back to Richmond without me in them. It was about fifteen minutes later when Linda opened the bathroom door, still dripping wet, and called me.

“Ryan, can you come in here and do me a favour?” she asked. With a body like hers, there was no way I’d refuse her.

“Sure,” I happily answered, “what can I do to assist, my love?”

“Umm, I need a . . . shave . . . and I can’t do it properly myself. Could you come in here and help, please?” It took my weary brains some time to clue in, but as soon as it did, I was in there faster than a hungry wolverine.

“Pussy, right?” I questioned.

“Gee, you’re smarter than you look!” she snapped back with a twinkle of laughter in her eye. “I can’t see between my thighs, and I’m not too keen on nicking myself there.” She hopped onto the counter and presented me with the most beautiful sight I’d seen in a very long time.

I ran the hot water in the sink, then wet a facecloth and placed it on her Mons. Leaving it to soak until the hair had softened up, I took a pair of small scissors and trimmed her bush as close as I could without clipping her soft skin. I could see where she’d pulled some of her hair out with the sticky panties, and fought like hell to keep from laughing at the few bald patches they’d created. Armed with a new razor blade and shaving gel, I lathered her Mons and labia lips, then carefully removed her pubic hair from those areas. While holding her lips in such a way as to be able to remove the hair, her juices began to ooze deliciously down her thighs. If they hadn’t been mixed with shaving cream, I’d have licked her lovely little pussy until she came all over my face! As difficult as it was, I concentrated on the job at hand, as it were. We went through a repeat performance to remove the last of the stubble and any stray hair around her asshole.

Satisfied that we’d removed every last hair (Yes, I checked – thoroughly!) Linda passed me some moisturizing cream and I liberally applied it to her entire pussy, spreading and rubbing it into her skin with soft but deliberate swirling motions. She was really quite relaxed when I massaged her Mons, and only a little apprehensive as I applied the cream to her outer lips. But when I accidentally rubbed against her clit the first time, she almost jumped off the counter. By the sixth or seventh incident, she was moaning lustfully, spreading her silky smooth thighs to make sure I found every square millimetre of her swelling little pussy.

Linda’s moans of pleasure became louder and more pronounced as I gently teased and tickled her engorging clit. I stood up to kiss her inviting lips which immediately opened to grant access to her demanding tongue that beckoned and swept my own with hers. My cock was hard and throbbing within seconds. When I slipped a finger up her cunt, she slid her beautiful ass to the edge of the counter and her hand under my waistband, wrapping her soft fingers around my heated meat, then began to stroke it slowly. I leaned forward to strengthen my purchase on those lips, resulting in her hardened nipples crushing against my chest.