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"Trucker Trucker...Part I"
  by Soultalk


What’s up ya'll? I’m Sherri,

So there I was on a blazing hot summer day on one of those long stretches of road going through Texas and just my luck my car broke down. I was beyond pissed off, it was hot and if ya'll know anything about Texas weather you know what that means. I had on a tight fitting summer dress, heals and no panties, I wanted to be comfortable. Still I was burning up from the heat, lucky thing I brought extra water with me.

I had been there for a long time and only a couple cars had passed, they just drove by like I was not even there. I thought maybe the one guy who practically broke his neck to check out my thighs and my ass as I was bending over the hood would stop, but that nucca kept driving. I was not even about to try and walk no where, lord knows how far it was to the next gas station or repair shop.

So I sat there with my top down, music blasting and trying not to let my blood pressure go sky high. Another car passed and there was a couple inside they were laughing and making out as they were driving, she was teasing him by kissing and nibbling on his neck. I did not have to guess where they we headed and they stared as they drove by. Finally after what seemed like hours a truck drove by and I could see the truck slow down as it got past me. I was not sure the truck driver was stopping for me because he went so far ahead of me I figured it could not have been for me. I watched in curiosity as the driver climbed out of the cab, my eyes immediately were fixated on his build. This was a brotha yes! A brotha...and he was fuuine!!! He was not all that tall, maybe 5'9 or so but damn!!!...The brotha had it goin on...

He had on a white tank top which allowed me to get a good view of his arms and chest; he looked like he worked out on a regular. I was thinking to myself (he can work out on me anytime) as he walked his sexy ass toward my car. "Need some help ma'am?" "Yes she does...I mean yes I do"
"Who is she?" "Never mind, thank you for stopping" I replied smiling to myself
I could feel my pussy wet already just from looking at him, he looked like he could work some pussy good. He lifted his shades and had the most beautiful eyes; they were a grayish hazel, which is an odd color to find on a dark skin brotha. Kind of like the (Donnie Simpson) with the green eyes...you know?
Anyway he told me his name was Trevor and his cousin was a mechanic with a shop downtown, I told him I needed to get somewhere.

I was supposed to be going to the family reunion in San Antonio and was already late, now I was going to be even more late. "Well Sherri, I'll call my brother and see what we can work out. Trevor had his eyes all up and down my body and they kept stopping on my ass as I was leaning over the hood. I purposely bent over as though I knew what I was doing and was looking for the problem. As he got off the phone and came walking toward me I leaned back into him catching him off guard. "Oh, I'm sorry, did not mean to do that." I said smiling. Trevor smelled really good, I think he was wearing Old Spice cologne. "That’s quite alright Sherri, I don't mind at all." He had his hands held out as though trying not touch me and I made sure I did not move, I could feel his hard dick through his pants. I reached back and ran my hand down the front of his pants and heard him groan slightly. "You could get a brotha in trouble doing that." he said with a grin

"My middle name is trouble, so are you going to take a look under my hood or what?" I walked toward the car and glanced up and down the road to see if there were any cars. After that I slightly lifted my sundress just enough to show him I had no panties on and let him have a glimpse of my juicy ass. The look on his face was just the reaction I wanted...

To be continued...

By DAS Soultalk
-Free Your Soul-
4/21/08
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Date Submitted: Jul 29, 2008 (04:22 PM)
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comment icon  POEM RESPONSES (1)
Date: 10/28/08 (03:17 PM)
Author: Soultalk
Poem Title: Trucker Trucker Par...

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comment icon  COMMENTS (5)
  Truessence4u
09/18/08 (08:54 PM) 
lmao, oh my goodness you know this flow is outta control soul...no panties checking to see if anyone coming only u but I have a feeling this ain't no figment of the imagination this stuff you be writing this stuff is real life for a lot of people I feel!

  paperholic
08/08/08 (12:38 AM) 
damn you got me listening....cant wait for more

  sexxy brown su...
07/31/08 (12:16 PM) 
You are so naughty with these writes, but just the type of writes that keep me going thru the work day...I swear i could read your stories all day....and I am sure she what no asking him to look under the actually "hood" of the car either-lol....Definitely a 10.

  D.K Lord of Da...
07/30/08 (03:48 PM) 
SOUL, I WISH MY EROTIC PEN COULD FLOW LIKE DIS.. YA GOT MAD TALENT AND I HAVE MAD RESPECT FOR YOU ... ITS SO CREATIVE, SO REAL AND DANG THE VISUALS ARE INCREDIBLE DK

  LAB **Ms. Cool...
07/30/08 (07:51 AM) 
here you go with the nonsense... in the early morning hours...

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