Ben woke up from a very restful nap. Christine was off to his side still glistening in sweat. He was also wet but it was more below his waist. He got up and found a towel to wipe himself off. He wetted a towel with a little soap and cleaned up from Christine and his sexual encounter. He got back on his clothes and got back behind the wheel for some more driving. It was now night and all he was doing was just trying to find a local rest area where they could pull over and legally park for the night.
Christine woke up a few minutes later and said, "Hey handsome where'd you go?" "I am down here driving. I am trying to find a less dangerous place to park." "But you're coming back to bed, right?" She said seductively. "Of course," he said, "I wouldn't miss it for the world." "Okay."
You could hear her slowly wrestle and toss around in the above bed and then slowly fall back to sleep. Ben sighed and thought, "What was he going to do about Gail?" He saw a rest stop come up on the right and pulled in. It was deserted having only been used during the day time. However there was a sign saying RV's were welcome and could stay a maximum of 10 hours. That was fine because that's all he would need to finish sleeping and head out again. He crawled back up into bed with Christine and fell into a comfortable sleep.
The next day Ben awoke to a beautiful sunrise coming right in through the RV window. The sunlight was so persistent as to hit him in the eye while just missing Christine's eyes.
He sat up realizing what had happened last night. He had had uncontrollable sex with Christine. He had moaned. He had screamed. It had been his most fulfilling sexual experience he had ever had. Even beyond anything Gail had given him. The only problem was that he kept thinking of Gail. Gail would kill him if she knew he had cheated on him. And he wasn't sure what he should do. He liked Gail. He liked Christine. But he was having a good time with Christine. She was a lot of fun and the talks he had with Christine's aunt had been quite revealing. All about how Christine had been an honor student in high school but had gotten married and was supposed to raise a family and settle down. Unfortunately, they learned her husband could not have kids. Something was wrong with the husband testicles and no proper sperm were being formed. According to the Aunt Christine was still married to him but apparently from recent events this was not true. Ben took a look at his map.
It was another two hours to Savannah, Ga and then another two hours to Jacksonville Fl. It was getting down to nail bighting time because the space shuttle was set to launch in another day. There would be no time to stop at these cities. It was just time to hunker down and just drive. He took a local road back to 95 and then started pushing the needle.
Christine woke up and found one of his long sleeved shirts and wrapped them around her naked waist. "I see some one wants to get to Florida fast," noticing his fast, 75 mile per hour, speeding.
"I have it on good authority that this part of interstate 95 is devoid of cops." He pointed to the CB radio that was making some sputtering sounds.
"Ah, the truckers web, mind if I use it?" "No, go ahead." She cleared her voice and then said, "Hello out there in trucker paradise. This is Cleo. Are there any truckers out there?"
"Well hello there sweetums. You have a nice sounding voice. This is Big Mack. What can I do for you? "First off, I am not your sweetums. That title resides with my hunk a, hunk a, love of man Ben, but I was just wondering, you see any cops out there?" "Nope not a one, you have a clear ride to Savannah Ga."
"Great say your name sounds familiar. I think I may have met you before. How long have you been pushing big rigs?" "Oh about 10 years." "You're married?" "Yea the misses has been along for the ride too." Ben smiled at that. "Can I talk to her?" "Well I..."
Ben looked at her stunned, "What was going on he thought." "Say, how long you been hiding in the bushes?" Christine said. You could hear other truckers started laughing over the CB. "I don't get it. He was a cop?" "Yup they like to play games on the CB. They try to find suckers who listen to the CB about how safe it is to speed. Nowadays if you want to be safe you need a radar detector." Ben slowed down and just in time too because their on a side patch of over used dirt was a cop with a radar detector aimed right at him.
