"JESUS CHRIST!!" she cried, at the shock of being impaled.
He waited, fully embedded inside her. He felt her warmth, her wetness, her velvety tight clinch on his cock. Felt the rapid expansion and constriction of her throat – she was still breathing hard. He reveled in the hard swells of her buttocks against him, the sight of her bowed spine, her flawless back muscles with the perfect tattoo of a compass on her left shoulder blade.
She felt his thickness on the walls of her pussy, felt his cockhead deep inside her, pushing up against her cervix. He was so big that the pressure was intense. She felt his heartbeat pulsing in his cockhead, slow and heavy. It reverberated up her insides through her cervical mucus. His gentle fingering of her clit kept her arousal rising, rising.
Holding her by her leather choker, he began to fuck her, quickly working up a tempo and his mount began to slap against her rump, the sound accentuated by the splashing of running water. The tug of the leather choker on her windpipe made her labor even harder to breathe and her panting gasps grew more plaintive. The partial asphyxiation was a novel sensation, but it served to amplify her arousal. She began to cum again.
"OMIGOD! What are you doing to me? FUCK! OOOHH!! SHIIIIT!!"
She rotated her buttocks faster and faster till she finally hit her apex. Her contractions radiated out from her very womb clenching his organ spasmodically. Ray exploded with her frenzied writhing, arching his back as he pounded her while ejaculating. There was less semen than the last time – he was only human, after all – but he still spewed out a good load of thick, milky jism deep inside her.
His arms slid off her body. She felt boneless. And without his support, she slid down the shower's tiled wall till she lay curled up on the floor. Ray managed to lower himself to the shower floor and curled up behind her. He put an arm under her head, cushioning it from the tiled floor. The shower continued to run, drenching them with hot water. The drumming of the warm water was soothing to Alex. She was so tired and sated that she felt drowsy.
She was brought out of her lethargy by Ray leaning over her and saying, "We have the shower for an hour, you said." He gave her a hand and pulled her to her feet.
"I've never been so thoroughly fucked," she murmured, as he began to soap her and then shampoo her hair. "You're a fucking beast."
"You're a strong fuck," he said. "I'm exhausted, too. I can get us a hotel, if you like."
"I've got to be in Reno by morning to get my on-time bonus."
"You're going to drive a big rig all night?"
"A coupla Red Bulls and I'll be fine. This isn't my first rodeo." She paused. "Though this has got to be the wildest ride I've ever had."
"Bulls and rodeos," said Ray, smiling as she washed the soap and shampoo off. "You a cowgirl?"
"I grew up riding horses," she said. Then she snickered. "But the last couple years my rides have had two legs, not four."
She stepped out through the shower curtain. Ray used her body wash and shampoo, then rinsed off. By the time he stepped out of the shower, she had finished drying herself with the truck stop towel and was snapping on her bra. She pulled on her tank top, then her leather skirt, and then picked up her panties.
"I like how you smell," he said taking the panties from her and putting them to his nose. "I'll keep these and buy you a new thong."
"Don't bother. I have to get on the road." She opened the shower room door and looked back over her shoulder. "You'll have to use my wet towel. They only give you one with each shower."
"It's fine. We've shared bodily fluids. And as I said, I like how you smell." He patted her rump. "You're going out without panties? Commando?"
"I have extras in my rig, Mr. Smartass."
"Another thong, I hope."
She walked out and shut the door behind her.
Ray used the wet towel and dressed quickly. He put his wallet and keys in his pockets. Then he saw a leather purse on the counter by the sink. He picked it up and opened it. There was a fair bit of cash, several credit cards, gas coupons, receipts, and a commercial driver's license.
He took out the license and saw her picture – she looked pretty even on anonymous background of the licensing center. He read the name – Alex Walsh, not Kendall. He didn't blame her, there was no point giving her real name to a strange man. He read her description: hair – brown, eyes – brown, height – 5' 3", weight – 110 pounds. Her date of birth made her twenty-six. Her address was in suburban Orange Country, outside Los Angeles. Then he put it away and walked out of the shower, out of the truck stop building, and headed toward the truck parking area.
Trucks were heading out in a steady progression. He tried to look into the cabs as they passed, but it was dark and they were high off the ground. He gave up after ten minutes or so.
He walked back to his rented Mercedes. In the car, he took a picture of her driver's license before putting it back in the purse and dropping it on the passenger seat. Then he drove out on to the highway, heading west.