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It was too damn hot. Your uniform clung to your body. Not even the shitty fan on the counter top was keeping you cool. You ran a hand through your hair as you fanned yourself with a menu. It was a slow day at the diner. Though every day was slow when you were in the middle of nowhere. You let out a low sigh as you leaned against the counter. As close to your little fan as you could. Letting it loosen and blow the hairs out of your ponytail. You heard the door ding as a new customer entered. Without looking up you straightened and adjusted your dress. Grabbing your notebook and calling out to your new customer cheerily.
“Be with you in a moment!”
The teens clustered in the booth near you cackled and flicked straws in your direction as you moved towards your new customer. You shot them a mean look and grinned inwardly when they shut up. The man sitting in the booth in the corner had his head low. Face almost completely hidden by his cap. Another trucker no doubt. Stopping for a meal before heading back on the road. It was your main clientele so you weren’t surprised. Stopping at the end of his booth you gave your best customer service smile and greeted him. As chipper as ever despite the miserable heat.
“What can I get you today, sir?” You cooed. Jumping and going tense when you felt a rough hand sliding up the back of your thigh, under your skirt. Before you could move away from it he gripped harder and tilted his head up slightly so you could see his mouth. That familiar smile. That perfect low voice teasing your ears as his hand slid higher.
“Coffee… and the usual, sugar.”
You grabbed his wrist quickly before it reached anywhere indecent. Flushing a deep red as that damned voice sent shivers down your spine and straight to your panties.
“Rusty…” You mumbled breathlessly. Lost for a moment before you realised you were in full view of the rest of the diner and quickly snapped out of it. “Hey hey!” You whispered as you stepped away from his reach. “Not here!” You looked around to see if anyone had spotted him feeling you up. Luckily the diner was near empty. Only the kids by the door and one old trucker fast asleep at his booth, coffee long gone cold.
“No one here, darling…” He stood slowly. Tipping his cap lower before turning to the bathrooms. “You have two minutes.”
He didn’t wait to see if you would agree. He already knew you would. Already knew you were dying to get your hands on him. Usually he came by once or twice a month. Stopping at this shitty diner just for you on his way across the country. But it had been three whole months since you had seen him. And you were aching for it.
You shook yourself out of your stupor once again. Smoothing your hair and hurrying back to the register. Dumping your apron and notepad and calling out to the cook out the back.
“Going on break!”
You heard a short grunt from the kitchen before you speedwalked for the bathrooms. Typically you weren’t this eager. But typically you hadn’t been left desperate and needy for three whole months.
When you entered the bathrooms it was eerily quiet. For such a big guy Rusty was terrifyingly quiet. You cleared your throat nervously, hoping he would reveal himself. Before stepping deeper into the grimy bathroom. Suddenly there was a hand on your waist and you were pulled into one of the stalls. Pressed up against the door as you heard him latch it. Your hands shook slightly as you held the back of his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. You felt his cap bump your forehead but it didn’t bother you. He pressed a knee between your legs and you didn’t hesitate to moan against his lips as you rubbed against him. Already soaked. When he pulled off you he chuckled lowly.
“Damn, girlie. What’s got you all worked up?”
You tilted your head back against the stall door as you ground down on him. Eyes fluttering at the much needed friction.
“Three. Fucking. Months. Rusty…” You half spoke, half moaned. Which only made him chuckle harder. One large hand coming up to cup your cheek. It was sweet for a moment until his thumb caught your bottom lip, then forced its way into your mouth. Holding your mouth open as he gazed down at you.
“You missed me, sugar?” He rumbled. Smirking when you nodded around his thumb. Two fingers replaced it and he ordered. “Suck.” And you more than happily obliged. Any other guy and the salty sweat taste would put you off. But Rusty definitely wasn’t any other guy. It was ambrosia to your lips. All too quickly the fingers and leg between yours disappeared and he backed off you. “Panties.”
You shimmied them off and handed them over. Hoping you would get some kind of praise for your initiative. Of course not. When Rusty gestured for you to turn you did obediently. Placing two hands on the door and leaning over for him. Clenching in anticipation. He hiked up your dress and groaned softly.
“Oh baby… you’re this wet already? I’ve barely touched you…” He dragged his fingers up your core and you whined pathetically. Letting your head hang as two fingers slipped inside and his thumb found your clit. Even after all this time he knew your body so well. Those perfect long fingers grazing the most wonderful spots inside you. You did try to keep your moans quiet but it was so hard when he was just so damn good. Your thighs trembled. You had been so pent up the last few months that your orgasm was rushing closer much faster than usual. It even surprised Rusty. A short scoff escaping him as you gasped and clenched down hard. Barely able to keep yourself upright.
“Damn girl! You did miss me…” You clenched around nothing as his finger pulled out. Patting your ass and ordering you to turn. Waiting until he knew you were watching before sucking the slick off his fingers. You whimpered weakly. The sight alone almost enough to get you going all over again. In one easy sweep he picked you up, pressing you against the door again and capturing you in a deep kiss. He tasted of cigarettes and coffee. And of course, you. He kept you hoisted with your legs around his waist. From this position you could barely even struggle to escape. You knew he loved it when he had you trapped.
You were reluctant to pull away from the kiss but you knew where it was headed. “Rusty… I don’t know if I can go again… let me just like… suck you off instead.”
He barked out a short laugh and leaned back to look at you. Already a flushed mess just from his fingers.
“No way, doll. I missed this pussy.” Through his jeans you could feel him pressing against you. You whimpered as the rough fabric rubbed against your bare centre. Eyes fluttering back at the feeling. There was no backing out once he had made up his mind. Besides, fucking you was only half the fun. Sending you back to work, legs shaky and hair a mess was more than enough motivation for him to follow through.
His jeans were undone and shoved halfway down his thighs in no time and he gave you no warning before slamming balls deep inside you in one quick thrust. Your breath left your body and you arched your back. Pressing your chest against him. His fingers hadn’t been enough to prepare you. His cock stretching you in the best way. The minor discomfort far outweighed by the relief of finally being filled again by your favourite trucker. He groaned low. Head bent low so you couldn’t see his face. His breath tickling your neck. You knew he wouldn’t give you any time to adjust, but it still surprised you when he pulled back and thrust inside again. Drawing a long, high pitched keen from the back of your throat.
The stall door rattled as his pace picked up. You were so sensitive still that the fast rhythm was making you lose your mind. When his thumb found your clit again you lost it. Fluttering around him as your second orgasm washed over you. A choked sob left your lips as the pleasure rush quickly turned to overstimulation. His thumb was still working over your aching clit as he pounded into you. You tried to push his hand away, but he wouldn’t budge. Your thighs squeezed around his hips as you whined.
“Too much! Rusty please!” You could feel tears welling in your eyes. Clit throbbing and pussy aching as he continued on with no care. Chasing his own pleasure and taking joy in torturing you with yours. You felt his lips press against your neck before that deep voice whispered right in your ear.
“You start taking those pills like I asked you to?”
You had to slog through the fog of arousal in your brain to figure out what he was really asking. When you realised your eyes widened. You had forgotten. It had been so long since you had last met with him that his instruction had completely left your mind. He tutted softly. Reading your expression for your answer before you even spoke. One particularly rough thrust sent you reeling.
“It’s almost like you want me to knock you up…” He grinned as you shook your head weakly. The smallest of groans escaping him before he continued. “You walk around in that little uniform… just begging for me to come in here and pump you full of babies…” He laughed softly when that drew another moan from you.
He wasn’t touching your clit anymore. Entirely focused on his own finish now. Speaking through soft grunts as his thrusts turned sloppy. “Bet you let every damned trucker come in here and fuck you silly…” You shook your head quickly. Struggling to get the words out.
“No! Just… you, Rusty. Just you. Only you…”
“Damn right, sugar…” he practically growled in your ear. “Just me. You’re mine.” You felt one of his hands in your hair, tugging harshly as he stilled. Hips shuddering to a stop as he came deep inside you. For the millionth time he left you breathless. Eyes rolling back as you felt his cum fill you up. Oozing out around his cock and making a mess down your thighs. You whimpered at the feeling. Making a mental note to go out and buy birth control. Knowing it was pointless and you would forget as soon as he pulled out of you.
He pulled out of you and you let out a shaky breath as he let you back down onto your feet. Your knees buckled but you felt his hand on your shoulder, helping you stay steady. No, he was pushing you down. Making you kneel in front of him. He didn’t even have to instruct you to start before you were lazily dragging your tongue up his length. Cleaning both your orgasms off him. You fidgeted below him as you worked. Feeling his cum cooling as it dripped out of you. Making an embarrassing mess on the floor between your legs. If you stayed still and didn’t stand once you finished maybe he wouldn’t notice and make you clean that with your tongue too. It wouldn’t be the first time.
Lucky for you he seemed pretty out of it as well. Absentmindedly guiding your head down on him. Not seeking another finish, just enjoying the view. When he got bored he pushed you off and tucked himself back in his jeans. Giving you the barest grunt of approval before leaving you in the stall. Before he left the bathroom he called back to you.
“Get me that coffee then I’m off.”
Leaving you to clean yourself up. You grimaced as you stood and more cum oozed out. How was there so much? You groaned as you realised he hadn’t given you back your panties. So now you would spend the rest of the day hoping you didn’t have jizz dripping down your thighs while you served customers. He definitely did it on purpose.