The Unyielding Motorist
As I approached the summit of Fireside Mountain, I spotted a car parked in the middle of the only spot I could pull into. At eighty-five feet long, my rig wouldn’t fit on either side of that piece of crap without sticking out onto the highway. I tapped lightly on the air horn, hoping the driver would move enough to let me park safely.
A young woman, about twenty-something, crawled out of the driver’s seat, stood up, placed her hands on her hips, and gave me one of those looks that only a woman with designs on hanging your dried balls off her rear-view mirror as a trophy can give. I didn’t know whether to get out and talk to her or grab my rifle, just in case.
“Sweetheart, any chance you can move that thing up about thirty feet?” I asked her. That’s when her expression changed from one of indignation to a look of resigned defeat. The tears just sat at the corner of her eyes, threatening to spill and flow if I even took a breath the wrong way.
“If I could move this fucking piece of shit, I’d be half-way to Whitehorse!” she screamed at me. “Do you see me flying down this goddamned road? No? Maybe that’s because the fucking thing won’t start again! So, if you want it moved, you move it yourself!”
Gee, that was a great way to enjoy my day! A fairy Princess with a mouth on her that would make a sailor blush! Delightful! Just fucking delightful! But old Mr. Softy couldn’t leave her just stranded out here, fifty miles from nowhere.
“Yeah, okay. Let’s see if we can get you mobile again. I’ll grab some tools,” I directed her, then remembered my manners. “By the way, my name’s Ryan. Ryan Blackstone. And I don’t bite, so try and relax. Looks like we’re gonna be here for a while.”
“Linda. Linda Coulter,” she declared, “on my way to Whitehorse. I was supposed to be there this morning. Guess I’m gonna be a little late, huh?” I stood there, looking like the mental midget I felt like. Finally finding my voice, I confirmed her worst fears.
“Yeah, I’d say so. You’re about five hundred miles short, and this is probably gonna take us a while to fix. Looks like you have a decision to make. Either we try to get this thing running again, or I can give you a ride into Whitehorse, and you can see about getting your car retrieved. Your choice.”
“Damn! Everything I own is in that car! I can’t leave it here, abandoned. Someone’s probably gonna come along and steal everything.”
I could see her brow furrowing as she considered her options. “You think we can get it going again?” she asked. “I’ll quite happily pay you for your time and effort.”
The money would be nice. Spending time enjoying the view she presented would be even nicer.
“With a little coaxing from me, she finally explained what had happened, and by the sound of it, she probably had a plugged fuel line. I could clear the line, but if there was rust or water in the tank, I’d have a hell of a time getting her down to Muncho Lake.”
“How much gas you got?” I queried her.
“Umm, I filled up in Fort Nelson, so there’s roughly three quarters of a tank left” she replied.
“Yeah, okay, ” I conceded, “and where’d you fill up? The Husky, or the Petro-Can?”
“Fucked if I remember! If you’ve seen one gas station, you’ve seen ’em all! What’s the difference?” she demanded.
“Well, the difference is that the tanks at the Petro-Can have more shit in them than a national park’s outhouse. So, if that’s where you gassed up, I’m gonna suggest you have a plugged fuel line, and your description of the car’s behaviour tends to confirm that. So how about we get under the hood, have a look, and see if we can get this thing running again? That is, unless you wanna homestead here instead. Nice place, but there’s an old Grizzly sow up that hill that’s gonna challenge your claim.”
We tinkered around under the hood for about a half hour, and my theory proved correct. She had spark, and there was lots of air getting through the filter, but no gas. None. Zip. Zilch. Nada. A quick look at the plastic fuel filter showed that ugly oxide colour that only rusted iron can produce.
“Looks like you’re right,” she said, her voice heavy with frustration. “I was hoping it was something else.”
“Yeah, me too,” I said. “Sorry, Linda. The closest place that had facilities to fix the problem was at Muncho Lake. It’s about a hundred and fifty miles from here.”
“A hundred and fifty miles!” she exclaimed. “That’s forever!”
“I know,” I said. “But we can get you there, and Gordie can retrieve your car and put it back together for you. He’ll probably come up with some lame excuse why he can’t, but the son-of-a-bitch owes me a favour or two.”
“Okay,” she said finally. “Let’s do it. I’ll pay you for your time and effort.”
As we pulled into the cab, Linda’s eyes widened in surprise, and I couldn’t help but chuckle at her reaction. “First time you’ve been in something this size?” I teased her, and she nodded sheepishly. “Yeah, it’s not as big inside as it looks, is it?” she said, eyeing the walk-in bunk that I called home most days. “Can I look back there?” she asked, her curiosity getting the better of her.
“Sure, but watch out for the ‘laundry creatures’ running around,” I joked, and she laughed, but for a moment, I thought I saw a flicker of concern in her eyes. I shrugged and put the Kenworth into gear, pulling out onto the highway.
Linda really was pretty, once she’d lost that initial scowl. I guessed she was about 5’6″ and 125 pounds, all packaged in a body that just wouldn’t quit. I’d describe it as being “substantial, but not fat.” If she was ever aiming for the front cover of a fashion magazine, she’d need to shed maybe twenty of those pounds. But on Linda, that extra weight looked delicious.
Everything was in proportion – her bust, her waist, her hips, even her soft, smooth butt. It was her face that got my attention, though. Soft, smoothly oval, and framed by her straight shoulder-length auburn hair, those high cheeks and an upturned button nose screamed femininity. Her pouty lips invited a man to taste and kiss them until Hell froze over. Her eyes? Probably the lightest colour of blue I could remember. They beckoned and called me to dive into them, to seriously consider spending the rest of whatever lost in their mysteriousness.
I could hear the sounds of doors and drawers opening and closing in the sleeper, and I had a pretty good idea which one had caught her interest. That drawer was my library, where I kept everything from National Geographic to various porn magazines. When you spend most of your life on the highway, you tend to develop widely varied interests, but pursue none of them seriously.
Linda crawled back into the passenger seat, and I could see the curiosity in her eyes. “What?” I shot at her, and she mumbled back, “Nothing, but you have quite the collection in that one drawer. Rather explicit, aren’t they?”
“Yeah, well, you spend as much time out here as I do,” I said, trying to brush it off, but Linda’s gaze lingered on me, and I could sense her thinking about it. “It’s just nice to remember what the fairer sex looks like,” I added, trying to deflect the conversation.
Linda didn’t quite smile, but it wasn’t a frown either – more like a knowing smirk that left me with a feeling somewhere between being accepted and having just been tried, judged, and convicted. I shrugged and got on with winding back down that damned excuse for a highway.
“You know, I was thinking,” Linda said, breaking the silence, “you’re kinda cute, in a rugged sort of way.” I felt my face change colour, and I could sense my heart rate pick up. I’d been kissed before, but this was different. This was unexpected.
“Just for being so helpful,” Linda added, her voice soft and sweet, “for saving my ass out here in the middle of nowhere.” And with that, she leaned over and kissed me. My shocked reaction made me jerk the wheel, and I could see the rear trailer twitching in retaliation.
“Okay, I give up,” I said, laughing, “what was that for?” Linda’s smile was radiant, and I felt my heart melt. “Just for being so helpful,” she said, “and because I think you’re kinda cute.” I felt a surge of excitement, and my heart skipped a beat.
We arrived at Muncho Lake, and I made arrangements with Gordie to retrieve Linda’s car, fix the damned thing, and phone me when it was ready. As we climbed out of the truck, Linda asked if she could call her Dad to let him know she was okay. I agreed, and she pulled out her phone, her hand moving deftly as she dialed the numbers.
“Hey, Dad,” Linda said, her voice bright and cheerful. “I’m okay, don’t worry. I’m with a trucker, and he’s being really nice to me. I’ll be home soon, I promise.” She listened for a moment, then said, “Yeah, I know. I’ll try to call you every night, okay?”
Linda hung up her phone and turned to me, a smile on her face. “Thanks for letting me call him,” she said, and I nodded, feeling a sense of warmth towards her. We got back into the truck, and I started up the engine, ready to continue our journey.
Linda’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she asked, “Should I put the sign over the bunk, or outside on the sleeper?” The laughter bubbling inside me burst out, filling the cab with a warm, infectious energy. But as I caught her eye, I saw that she wasn’t joking, and a shiver ran down my spine.
“You’re serious, aren’t you?” I asked, my voice low and husky. “About the sign, I mean?”
“Very,” she whispered, her lips brushing against mine. The sensation shot through me like a spark, reigniting a flame I thought had long been extinguished.
“Ladies first,” I offered, my voice barely above a whisper. This wasn’t something that happened every day, at least not to me. I wasn’t sure, but this might just be a dream. Except, in a dream, young girls didn’t get up and crawl into my bunk. This one did.
Linda’s fingers danced across my skin, sending shivers down my spine as she unbuttoned her shirt. I followed suit, my hands moving on autopilot as she slid her jeans down her legs, revealing a glimpse of lacy blue underwear that left me breathless.
“What’s the matter, Ryan?” Linda whispered, her voice husky with desire. “Never seen a real girl before?” Her fingers wrapped around my zipper, pulling it down with a confident touch.
“Just a little rusty, I guess,” I muttered, my eyes fixed on her face. The world seemed to be moving in slow motion as she convinced my pants to drop to my ankles, leaving me in just my briefs.
Linda’s hands explored every inch of my skin, sending sparks flying as she pressed her lips to mine. The kiss was electric, hypnotizing, and intoxicating – a combination that left me breathless and wanting more.
Her tongue danced across my skin, sending shivers down my spine as she whispered, “Ryan, you bastard, you’re gonna make me wet my panties, aren’t you?” Her hips moved against mine, smearing her heat over my cockhead.
I shifted, adjusting our position so that her stimulation wouldn’t send me over the edge. But it was too late – I was already lost in the depths of her eyes, drowning in the sea of desire that threatened to consume us both.
Linda’s breathing grew ragged, her moans and grunts filling the air as she climaxed against me. I felt her heat seep into my skin, a warm, golden light that threatened to drown me in its depths.
“Oh God, Ryan,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart. “Make me cum, Ryan! God, I’m so close!”
I pressed against her clit, feeling her body tense against mine as she reached the peak of her orgasm. The sensation was almost overwhelming, a tidal wave of pleasure that threatened to sweep me under.
Slowly, Linda drifted down from the heights of her climax, her eyes seeking mine with a hunger that left me breathless. She kissed me with a ferocity that left me gasping, her tongue twisting and twirling inside me with a possessiveness that left me shivering.
“You’re a miserable son-of-a-bitch, you know that?” Linda whispered, her voice husky with desire. “Making a girl wet her panties. I hope you’re ashamed of yourself, Ryan Blackstone!”
“Linda, if I was looking for a word to describe my guilt, I think the word ‘None’ would come springing to my lips,” I whispered, my voice low and husky. And I meant it – I wasn’t ashamed of what we were doing, not even a little bit.
I eased my cock into her warmth, feeling her heat envelop me like a golden cloak. The sensation was almost overwhelming, a tide of pleasure that threatened to sweep me under.
Linda’s hips moved against mine, smearing her heat over my cockhead as she whispered, “Ryan, you’re so big inside me.” Her voice was barely audible over the pounding of my heart, but I felt it deep in my soul.
I withdrew, then re-entered her slowly, feeling her heat envelop me like a golden cloak. The sensation was almost overwhelming, a tidal wave of pleasure that threatened to sweep me under.
Linda’s breathing grew ragged, her moans and grunts filling the air as she climaxed against me once more. I felt her heat seep into my skin, a warm, golden light that threatened to drown me in its depths.
And as I looked into her eyes, I knew that I was lost – lost in the depths of her desire, drowning in the sea of pleasure that threatened to consume us both.
Linda’s lustful demands had her moving in perfect harmony with my thrusts, our bodies working in sync to create an intense, thrilling experience. I could feel the pressure building inside me, a sense of desperation to cum with her and share in her pleasure.
“Take it, baby,” she whispered, her voice husky and seductive. “Give me that climax I’ve been craving.” I obliged, pounding into her with a fierce, primal energy.
The pressure inside me grew, a force that seemed to be building towards a catastrophic release. I could feel my cum rising, a tide of pleasure that threatened to engulf us both.
“More,” she gasped, her body tense with anticipation. “Give me more.” I gave her everything I had, slamming into her with a fierce, unbridled passion.
And then, it happened. I felt my cum explode inside her, a wave of pleasure that seemed to wash over us both. Linda’s body tensed and convulsed, her pussy milking me with a fierce, primal energy.
The sensation was intense, a feeling of pure, unadulterated pleasure that seemed to consume us both. I felt like I was melting, like my very soul was being stretched and pulled to its limits.
And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, it was over. We lay there, panting and exhausted, our bodies entwined in a tangled mess of sheets and blankets.
“Damn, Ryan,” Linda whispered, her voice husky and seductive. “But I could get really used to that.” I smiled, feeling a sense of satisfaction and contentment wash over me.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” I replied, my voice low and husky. “I certainly did.” I pulled her close, feeling her warmth and her love envelop me like a soft, protective blanket.
Linda nuzzled my ear, her warm breath sending shivers down my spine. “I’m no virgin, but you found a place inside me that even I didn’t know existed,” she whispered.
“Thank you for that, my lover,” she added, her voice full of emotion.
I smiled, feeling a sense of pride and satisfaction wash over me. I had given her something special, something that would stay with her forever.
But as we lay there, wrapped in each other’s arms, I knew that our time together was limited. We had a long journey ahead of us, one that would take us to the farthest reaches of the continent.
And as I looked at Linda, I knew that I would do anything to keep her safe, to keep her happy. She was my everything, my reason for being.
“We should get some rest,” I whispered, my voice low and husky. “We have a long day ahead of us.” Linda nodded, her eyes drifting shut as she snuggled closer to me.
I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close as we drifted off to sleep. And as I held her, I knew that I would never let her go.
The sound of a hand slapping the side of the sleeper was like a cold splash of water, jolting me awake. I groggily opened my eyes to find Willie standing outside, a sheepish look on his face.
“Sorry, Ryan,” he said, his voice apologetic. “I didn’t mean to wake you.” I rubbed my eyes, feeling a sense of irritation wash over me.
Linda sat up, her hair disheveled and her eyes bleary. “It’s okay, Willie,” she said, her voice soft and gentle. “What can we do for you?”
Willie held up a small package. “I found this on the side of the road,” he said. “I thought you might want it.” I took the package from him, feeling a sense of curiosity wash over me.
Linda took the package from me, her eyes lighting up with excitement. “Oh, thank you so much, Willie!” she exclaimed. “This is just what I needed.” I raised an eyebrow, feeling a sense of curiosity wash over me.
Linda turned to me, a mischievous glint in her eye. “I think this will make your day,” she whispered. I raised an eyebrow, feeling a sense of anticipation wash over me.
Linda crawled out of the sleeper, her legs dangling in the air as she reached for the side window. “I’ll just put it on the side of the sleeper,” she said, her voice soft and gentle.
I watched her, feeling a sense of admiration wash over me. She was a woman with a plan, a woman who knew exactly what she wanted.
And as I watched her, I knew that I would do anything to support her, to help her achieve her dreams.
“What’s that?” I asked, my voice low and husky. Linda turned to me, a smile on her face. “Just a little something I found on the side of the road,” she said.
I raised an eyebrow, feeling a sense of curiosity wash over me. And then, I saw it. A small bumper sticker, reading “If it’s a-rockin’, Don’t bother knockin'”. I laughed, feeling a sense of amusement wash over me.
“Shit, I gotta teach that stupid Nig-nog how to read!” I muttered, feeling a sense of frustration wash over me.
Linda crawled back into the sleeper, her legs tangling with mine as she settled in beside me. “Ryan Blackstone, if I have my way about this, that sign’s gonna get a real good work-out,” she whispered, her voice soft and seductive.
I smiled, feeling a sense of anticipation wash over me. I knew that we had a long journey ahead of us, one that would take us to the farthest reaches of the continent.
But with Linda by my side, I knew that I was ready for anything. I was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, to explore the unknown and discover new wonders.
And as I held her close, I knew that I would never let her go. She was my everything, my reason for being.
The darkness closed in around us, a soft, protective blanket that enveloped us in its warmth. And as I held Linda close, I knew that I was home, that I had found my place in the world.