Trucker Peter and Emma by sisterinlaw
Trucker Peter helps Emma to go find a towing truck , Trucker Peter and Emma
It was another typical day at the Happyville high school. After a long day of classes, Emma and Emily had the cheerleading practice, and now they were heading home.
They hit the highway, and just before the exit to the rural roads to their farms, they heard a clunking noise from Emily’s hand-me-down old Volvo sedan she got from her mom, and they pulled over.
With their nice cheerleader uniforms still on, they get out of the car. There was some smoke coming out of the trunk. Emily opened it and saw a rubber hose spraying hot water making vapors.
“Oh no,” Emily said, “what are we going to do?” They checked their phones, and there was no signal.
A big red Peterbilt semi-truck saw them and stopped abruptly just after their car, shaking the trailer up and down with loud air brake puffs as the driver braked on and off not to jackknife the truck on the highway.
Emma and Emily saw the truck driver got off the truck. He had a cowboy hat, cowboy boots, leather vest, denim shirt, and pants.
The trucker stared at the two hot girls in thigh-high cheerleader skirts, one blonde, one redhead, waving at him for help. He always liked to help people in need, and he loved beautiful women.
The trucker walked to them, and when he got close, he realized the girls were possibly underage.
Trying to be polite and avoiding profanity, “well, well, what are those two beautiful young ladies doing here?” Peter asked.
“What a creep!” Emma thought, “young ladies, huh!” but they didn’t have a choice.
“Our car is broken, and our cell phone doesn’t work here,” Emma said, “Can I have a ride in your truck to Greenville town center, so I find a towing truck and a repair place while my friend waits here?”
“Sure, missy,” the truck driver replied, “my name is Peter. I am heading in that direction. It’s your lucky day.”
“You wait here. I will come back with the towing truck,” said Emma to Emily.
“OK, hurry up,” replied Emily.
Emma climbed into the semi from the passenger side and was surprised to see how big it was inside. There was a bedroom behind the driver seat, with a TV, fridge, and a bed.
“Nice cabin you got back there,” said Emma, “it is not called a cabin. It is called a sleeper,” Peter replied.
“Sorry,” giggled Emma, “You got a nice sleeper back there.”
“Yes, missy, I dooo, I doooo,” Peter replied with pride of his truck complemented by a nice beautiful girl.
“Can I rest back there until we get to Greenville? I am too tired today,” said Emma.
“Yes, missy, make yourself home. I will wake you up when you arrive in Greenville, 30 minutes from here, missy,” replied Peter.
Emma went back to the sleeper and squealed, “oh my gosh, this bed is sooooo comfyyyy,” bouncing on the bed up and down, causing her pleated thigh-high cheerleader skirt flap, making her pink polka dot panties visible.
Emma noticed Peter had a small mirror on his dash so Peter and his guests in the sleeper can see and talk to each other while Peter was driving. Peter was feasting his eyes looking at Emma’s panties, partly stuck in her slit.
Emma enjoyed the attention she was getting from Peter and giggled.
“Oh yeah, I got that bed custom made! Comfy it is, Comfy it is!” Peter said with a smile, his eyes wavering between the road and Emma’s perfect legs. Peter’s cock got hard like a steel rod, forcing his pants, trying to set itself free.
Emma was curious because she never saw a sleeper before, so she was all over the place. She opened a cabinet, and there was a duffel bag with a bunch of dildos, lube, a gag, some rope, and handcuffs in it.
“Wow, are you into BDSM,” Emma asked, “No,” the driver said uncomfortably, “a hitchhiker left that bag, and I saved it in that cabinet.”
“Can I play with those while you drive?” Emma chimed.
“Yes, you can, missy,” replied the driver, with his hard-on cock now pulsating with increased pressure, barely containing himself.
Emma pulled out a Hitachi vibrator from the bag and inspected it, and it looked brand new. The sleeper had an electrical outlet. Emma plugged the Hitachi and turned it on.
“My mom has the exact same model,” Emma giggled, “but she doesn’t let me borrow it. Can I have this if you are not using it?”
“All yours, missy,” the driver smirked, “is that for a back massage?” as if Peter didn’t know what it was used for, playing stupid.
“Nooo,” said Emma, “this is to play with my pussy, can I use this to play with my pussy now, pleaseee, pleaseee,” Emma said.
Peter got excited, turned his head back, looking into the sleeper area.
Peter saw Emma taking her panties and skirt off, getting ready to give her pussy and clit a nice Hitachi treatment.
Peter was frozen with awe. He was looking at Emma’s beautiful shaven pussy with small pink lips, slightly wet and open from her arousal, rather than looking where the truck is going.
All of a sudden, Peter came back to reality. He noticed the truck was heading towards the cornfields instead of staying on the road.
Peter panicked, turned the steering wheel abruptly to correct the course, swerved on the road to the left, then to the right, and almost was going to jackknife the truck, but managed to stop. He was drenched in sweat.
“You distracted me, missy, baaad, baaad, baaad girl!” said Peter, “We were almost going into the cornfields.”
“Soooviiii,” said Emma, apologizing with a childish voice, as she was holding the buzzing mushroom head of Hitachi on her vagina entrance and clit, ready to squirt. “There is a rest area ahead. If you stop there, I can show you how I use this,” Emma continued and unplugged the Hitachi.
Peter’s heartbeat was off the charts from the excitement, as if he was running a 100-meter sprint, “yes, missy,” he said, “please wait until we get there. I want to focus on the road.”
“OK,” said Emma.
Peter drove five more minutes, then pulled into a truck rest area, parked at the last row, so people did not see them.
Peter moved from the driver seat to the single-seater inside the sleeper next to the bed.
Peter’s boner was pushing his pants so much that the front of his pants was looking like a tepee.
Emma looked at his bulging pants and giggled, “someone got excited here!”
“Yes, missy, you are such a fine young woman. You got me excited,” Peter smiled while rubbing his cock over his pants.
He was trying to be polite because he was still unsure whether she was of legal age and whether he would get into trouble if something happens between them.
Peter’s primal instincts were now in overdrive, and he was trying to control himself.
He was fantasizing about pinning Emma down on the bed and fuck her tight wet pussy ruthlessly like there is no tomorrow. He would push his cock forcefully, slapping his balls on her pussy, until Peter cums deep inside her, inseminating her fertile womb. Then he would own her, tie her down, fuck her again, and again, all day long. Maybe he would marry her if she got pregnant because she was so pretty.
Peter was on the brink of losing control, then Peter thought of consequences, his wife, his kids, his truck business, and calmed his emotions down.