Bound

There was a time when I'd have driven on and not stopped until I was at my destination, but those days of marathon driving are long gone for me. Traveling alone, the long hours behind the wheel are boring, as I roll my truck across the endless miles to nowhere. Not that I was really going nowhere, but that was how it felt, always in a hurry to get where I was going, so I could find out where I was going next.

The fatigue was really setting in when I stopped my rig at that lonely crossroads cafe, parking just outside the lit area, in front of the cafe. I thought about just crawling into the sleeper for a few hours sleep, but my stomach told me it would never forgive me if I didn't eat something, now! I sat there for a few minutes debating whether to eat, or sleep, for a time unable to make up my mind.

I finally decided to make up my mind in the rest room so I got out of the warm cab into the crisp night air, and wobbled the distance to the cafe on rubber legs. Once inside, I scanned for any sign of the rest rooms, found the usual small sign on a door in the rear of the customer seating area, and headed for it. On the way, I was greeted by a smiling young waitress. just as I was pushing the door marked "Rest rooms" open, she said, "You'll have to use the ladies room, the men's is out of order."

I nodded to acknowledge I'd heard her, then continued into the small hall, found the women's room and made use of the facilities. I finished my chores, then returned to the customer seating area of the small cafe and took a stool at the short counter. The waitress had already set out a menu, and a cup of coffee for me and was waiting nearby.

I was greeted with the "standard", American, roadside cafe offerings, and quickly decided the only safe bets were a burger of some kind, maybe the fries and the coffee. The coffee had already proven to be as black as new truck tires, and strong as a country boy, was just what I needed. If, it didn't kill me!

I tossed the menu aside, and motioned to the waitress. She ground her way to me, and I told her I wanted a cheeseburger, fries, and plenty of coffee. She asked if that was all I wanted, twisting in her too small dress, and managed to expose most of one breast, making sure I knew what was being offered, wasn't found on the menu.

I grinned my understanding, and replied, "First, bring the food. I'll decide on dessert later."

She smiled one of those wide, promising smiles, while another button on her dress seemed to unbutton itself from the strain of trying to keep the dress closed across her breasts. She was watching my reactions to her, while she hung the check on the order wheel, then rang the small, hand bell, without looking. I could see she wasn't going to be much good as a waitress, until I accepted her offer of hair pie for dessert, so I motioned her over to me, and told her I liked what I'd seen so far, but I was serious about the food first.

I Heard the food going down on the grill and into the fryer, sipped at my first cup of coffee, and asked the waitress if it was always this slow at night. The over-sexed, young, black-haired woman replied, "No, usually there's a bunch of the local boys in here all night, spending their parents money, and trying to grab my ass."

"I bet you love it!" I overtly praised her posterior with my eyes as I spoke. "And I'd say those boys have pretty good taste."

"It wouldn't be bad, if they'd just touch, but they think it's fun to pinch!"

"It probably is, for them. Where are they tonight?"

"They went up to the lake fishing. Why?"

"Just wondered why they weren't here tonight, that's all."

The cook rang the bell, yelling, "Food's up, Sally!" Sally turned and picked up the plate of food from the kitchen pass through, then sat it in front of me, and refilled my coffee cup.

I ate silently until I was done with the burger, then ate about half the greasy, cold-cooked, fries, and downed the rest of my coffee. While I'd been eating, a second waitress had came in. I looked at the clock, and discovered it was midnight, stood from my stool, and moved to the cash register to pay for the meal. The new waitress took my money, and as I waited for her to make change, I heard Sally exit the building through the kitchen door, loudly saying good night to her coworkers.

I moved from the cash register, dropped a tip by the remains of my meal, and walked out the door. Stopping just outside, I lit a smoke, and scanned the parking lot for Sally, not really expecting to find her. I'd seen a hundred young women tease a man until his tongue was dragging the ground, then disappear just when it was time to put up or, shut up.

I moved slowly to my truck, thinking, "I should have known, just another little tease!" then started to quicken my step. While I walked I scolded myself for being such a sap. "She probably heard me leave, and stepped back into the back door, when I stepped out the front." Shrugging, I gave the parking lot a final, hopeful look, then stepped to the road side of my truck, and reached for the hand grip to climb into the cab. In the smooth flow of movement that comes from years of repetition, I climbed the three steps up into the cab, opening the door as I climbed, then swung into the seat, just before the door closed on it's own.

"Damn!" I said to myself as I released the brakes, turned on the road lights, and slipped the old box into gear, "I sure wish the twitch hadn't had to play the games, I'll never get any sleep if I stay here!"

I was just letting the clutch in, when a hand appeared outside the off-side door, knocking frantically on the window. I slipped the tranny back into neutral and leaned across the cab, saw the hand was attached to the horny little vixen who had served my meal, Sally. I thumbed the lock lever, Sally opened the door, and swung into the cab. She tossed a small bag on the floor at her feet, settled into the seat, then said, "You're about an impatient son-of-a-bitch, but I'm in now, so why don't you go ahead and drive."

I was grinning from ear to ear when I slipped the main box into gear this time, let the clutch in and we rolled out onto the road. I was running up the gears, while I was watching the woman in the other seat as she slithered out of her dress, revealing the short, short, cut off Levi's which were curled up from wear at the fold where here legs met her body. I almost forgot to pay attention to the road, while I took in the full, firm, breasts, resting in her under-wired half bra.

I'd put the rig back in the center of the north bound lane, then looked back at her, for another feast of her young body. She knew I was impressed, and gave me a show in the dim glow of the dash lights.

"How do you like 'em?" She asked.

"From what I can see, they're great!"

Sally sat forward in her seat, released the catch of her bra, slipping it off and put it in the small bag on the floor at her feet. She searched the bag until she found one of those tube tops, also about two sizes small, and squirmed her way into it. The thing was so small, it barely covered her tits, and I could see the bottoms of those full, firm, well rounded, orbs when she puffed her chest out and modeled the new top.

I whistled approval, and she giggled with pleasure, then vigorously rubbed her tits until the nipples were standing proud and erect against the thin material of the tube top in graphic relief, when she showed her profile for my perusal. This time the truck drifted almost to the shoulder of the wide, two lane highway, before I pulled it back to the center of the lane.

"Sally, I don't want to be a spoil sport, but would you just ride there, and play some tapes, or read, or something! I really like the show, but I need to drive this thing, or we'll end up crashed!"

Sally pouted.

"But as soon as we stop, I'll be glad to be your audience, for as long as you want to put on your show." I added.

She beamed after I said that, then grabbed my tape box and slowly inspected the selection I'd accumulated over the years. My taste in music ran from classic to jazz, blues to pop, rap to heavy metal. There was a little of everything in that case, so it took her some time to go through the selection, and even longer to settle on a tape.

It impressed me that she didn't complain I didn't have some tape or another, like so many of the twitches I'd had in my cab had done before; then she impressed me again, with a touch of class, when she put on a blues tape, and didn't have to twiddle with the knobs of the stereo, until I was driven to distraction. She just sat back, and watched the darkness, softly humming to the familiar tunes, as the tape played from end to end without interruption.

The tape had run through, and was starting on it's second pass when she reached for the tapes, and began the process of making another selection. She chose two this time, then held them up, waiting for me to indicate which to play. I chose Nugent, and she grinned like the Cheshire Cat, while she changed the tape, then carefully returned the others to their places in the case. I couldn't help but grin my approval of her; we'd been on the road just over an hour, and I had yet to stop her from doing one thing, or another, that annoyed me.

Sally turned the volume down, and asked, "What?"

I replied, "Nothing really, I was just thinking I might like you."

"I hope so. What brought that on?"

"You ride well, and don't fuck with shit."

She accepted the compliment with her eyes, then said, "Just wait until you stop this rolling condo, and I'll show you how much I don't, "Fuck with shit." to use your own words." She turned the volume way up, and went back to watching the darkness, and bobbing to the music, while we ate up the miles.

I'd started to slow, to pass through a town, if you could call it that, being hardly any more than a wide spot in the road. Sally turned the stereo down, and said, "If you find a place to stop, I need to piss."

"Me too." I agreed, and pulled into a pull-out across from another roadside cafe.

"Thanks, my eyes are floating!" Sally said, as she bounded out of the cab, and squatted under the door.

I heard the sound of her piss on the gravel, when I leaned across the cab, and said, "Take your time. I'm going to get a pot of coffee." indicating the cafe across the road.

Sally nodded up at me from her squat, so I grabbed my thermos, and headed for the cafe. I was just paying for the coffee, and a styrofoam cup, when Sally silently came up behind me, and slid her hand across my ass. I nearly jumped away from her touch, and an amused smile came to her face as she asked the waitress for a pile of napkins. The middle aged woman behind the counter gave Sally a handful of napkins, scowling at the way she was dressed, then insisted on another fifty cents for the napkins.

Sally started to rise to the old maid's bait, but I told her, "Don't let her get to you, go on out and clean up the floor. We'll stop at a laundry to wash your clothes." Sally fired a look at the waitress, and walked out the door while I fished another dollar from my pocket, and tossed it to the old hag. When I got to the door, I turned and said, "If you'd jerk off once in a while, you wouldn't be such a sour old bitch!" and skipped out the door, leaving the dried up old maid seething in her self-made hell.

When Sally and I were rolling again, I turned down the music, and told her what I'd said to the prune at the cafe when I walked out. Sally laughed at the thought of it for a long time as we rode along in silence for the first time. She turned the stereo off, then turned in her seat to face me and began to ask questions, while I drove.

"I think I'm really starting to like you too." was her first comment.

"Look Out!" I replied. "We might get along if we don't watch out."

Sally grunted, then sat looking at me, until I asked, "What're you looking at?"

"You." She replied.

"Why?"

"Oh, just comparing you to the picture of the perfect man."

"What picture?" I asked.

"The one in my mind, of course!" she snipped.

I drove the truck, letting her look, thinking, "I'm not going to let her make me nervous." then started getting nervous anyway.

"What's your name?" Sally asked softly.

"It's painted on the cab!" surprised she hadn't read it when she climbed in.

"Next time we stop, I'll read it."

"Jack." I told her.

"Jack." she said the name like a new word, committing it to memory, then asked, "You aren't married, are you?" Her voice sounded worried.

"Only to this bitch of a truck."

"Then you don't mind if I ride with you for a while, do you?"

"Only if you start bitching about the time on the road."

"Fair." she replied slowly. "Where're we goin''?"

"Canada." I paused, then went on, "You're not wanted or anything, are you?"

"No, not by the law, or anyone else either."

"You got good picture ID?"

"Yes."

"And you're over eighteen, aren't you?"

"Yes, but why all the questions?"

"Customs."

"Oh, how far to the border?"

"About fourteen hours."

"Should I change my clothes for the crossing?"

"It might not hurt to be a little more conservative when we cross."

Sally dove into her bag and came up with a flannel shirt, and a pair of long blue jeans. "Will these do?"

I glanced at the clothes, then said, "They will if you button the shirt past your tits."

"Good." Sally put the clothes back, and seemed to relax. "Mind if I smoke?"

"Just use the ashtray."

She lit a smoke for each of us, then poured a cup of coffee and we rode in silence while we smoked and drank as we thundered along in the darkness before dawn.

Sally stubbed out her smoke, and downed the last of her coffee, then curled up in her seat as if she were going to try and sleep.

"Sally, why don't you crawl into the bunk and stretch out? You'll sleep better, and I'm about to stop for some sleep anyway."

She grinned sleepily, and moved through the curtain, crawling onto the bed. "Don't try to drive much further. I don't want to wake up dead!"

"Deal." I said, and started looking for a suitable pull out.

I finally found a place to park at one of those farm country intersections. One of those that resemble an interstate interchange. I pulled the rig off onto one of the gravel triangles, and parked for the night.

I got out, and checked to make sure I wasn't blocking the view of any traffic, set out some reflective markers, then made sure the refer was set with enough fuel for at least eight hours. I switched the marker lights over to the refer power system and finally shut the engine down for the first time in almost twenty hours. I climbed out one more time to piss, and checked all the doors, to make sure all was secure, and finally crawled into the sleeper for some R. R. and R.

*** *** *** *** ***

I've been down the road for a good number of years, and think I've seen about as many kinks as the next guy. I've seen weirdoes who like pain, and I've even been in on more than one group grope in my time. There have been times over the years when some split tail took a bunch of us on at the same time. There were even those who really got off on the prisoner game. Every now and then, I'd tagged along when the boys got into some of those pseudo-militant bitches who thought they were going to snap a whip and have us begging for it, but we turned the tables and hung 'em up.

Needless to say, when I crawled through the curtain into my sleeper, I really wasn't expecting a really kinky scene; just some straight forward poontang, and a good nights rest, nothing much more than that. I knew Sally was probably a little kinked, and would go for oral, and maybe, if things were right, some anal sex, not to mention a hundred variations of genital sex. But I never would have guessed she liked slavery and bondage, but she did. She didn't just like it, she loved it, had to have. Up to a point, that is.

*** *** *** *** ***

I expected her to be flopped in the bunk, and was ready for some straight sex; what I found was Sally, sitting in the corner, cross-legged, wearing the tube top and cut-off Levi's. She'd dug some leather out of that magic bag of hers, and was laying it out on the bunk around her. There were collars of various sizes laying there, and some straps that looked for all the world like leashes.

I was surprised she was sitting up, but shrugged it off and asked, "You been doing leather work for long?"

Sally sort of laughed, and said, "That depends on what you mean by Leather Work, and what your idea of For Long, is! From my point of view, I've dabbled in leather forever, and I guess you could say I Work it!"

The expression on her face was sort of teasing when she answered. She eyed me for a moment, then picked up one of the smaller leather collars, and put it on her wrist, buckled the double buckle, and held it out like she was modeling it. I remembered the way she'd started showing off when we left the diner, and sat back to watch her show. Sally picked up a second small collar and put it on her other wrist, again showing it off, much like a model would.

"What do you think? Like it?" She asked.

"Yes, it's some nice stuff." and meant it.

Go ahead and look it over while I'm out taking care of natures call." Sally moved as she spoke, heading for the door.

I heard the sound of pee on gravel, while I was looking through the small bag of leather she'd indicated. I was impressed with the array of items she had in the bag; but as I looked deeper into the little bag of tricks, I began to find some very nice harness snaps. Not the chintzy ones that can twist off, but the heavy, double-locking kind. The ones it takes two hands to open. Sally was still outside, when it came to me what she wanted.

I'd had a little shock just then, but not so bad I couldn't recover and continued looking through the bag of leather collars, with their double buckles, stout rings, and decorative studs. Closer inspection showed the collars had been carefully tooled along the edges to take off all the roughness. I was just taking a second look at the leashes, finding them to be rather unique for just leashes. While I'd been reasoning out the leather Sally was carrying, a small smile crept over my face, thinking of the fun she and I could have.

Sally finished with her bladder problem, just about the same time I felt the smile come over my face. She came crawling into the sleeper with a little smile on her face, and those cut off Levi's in her hand.

I'd started working my boots off, and asked, "You trust me with your kink?"

Sally sat back, sort of curling into the corner, looking at me with a piercing look, and asked, "What's that supposed to mean?" Her fear was plain while she slowly finished, "You're not into pain are you?" Her eyes grew as she waited for my slow, deliberate answer.

"No. I've never liked pain. I don't want it, and won't give it. You can believe that, or you can walk. You're free to go, any time, but I hope you wait for the truck to stop, if we're moving when you decide to go."

Sally watched me, while I took my boots off, and set them on my seat, then hung my socks on the steering wheel. I'd pulled off my Levi's, and shirts, leaving me in my shorts. By the time I'd pulled the sleeper curtains closed on the world; and looked back at the nervous little vixen, who wanted security, but would settle for soft bondage instead.

I said, "I've been wondering since we left the cafe, why you just sort of jumped in the truck with me like you did, but I think maybe I know the answer." I was talking soft and gentle, moving real slow, hanging the leather up around the sleeper.

Sally watched me for a while, with a curious look on her face. Finally, it got the best of her, so she asked, "You're not freaked-out about it, are you?"

I just kept pushing the bedding around, and answered her slow and soft, "No, I don't really think it's odd, and I know it's not bad."

"But it sort of scares me," she said, "if I let you tie me up, well, some of the guys I've been with have scared me, and a couple really wanted to hurt me, too!"

"You mean those punks that went fishing, don't you?"

"Yea, that's them. Tommy likes to hurt things. I should have known better than to go with him, but I did, and he hurt me bad." The anger was rising in her voice, as she talked, "He treats animals bad too!"

"And the rest of them think you belong in a zoo, or a loony bin." I ventured.

Sally was beginning to relax; and warm to the conversation "Yea, that's right! How'd you know that?"

"People never change, they just never change." I suddenly felt tired, and could hear it in my voice. So could Sally.

Sally slid up next to me, leaning against my chest. "You're so tired," she said softly, "I can hear it in your voice, and see it in your face." She pulled my legs out straight, sliding me down into the bunk. "Lets go to sleep, we can play in the morning."

Sally snuggled into bed, relaxed and comfortable next to me.