My Last Days with the Truck Driver Who Was Twice My Age

I woke up with my cheek resting on Ramón’s arm. I was naked, pressed against his side, and yet I felt strangely comfortable, as if I had been waking up there for years. I shifted just enough to stretch my back and accidentally woke him.

“Good morning, Marina. Did you sleep well?” he murmured, his voice still rough.

“Wonderfully. And you?”

“Like a log,” he said with a soft laugh.

I rested my hand on his chest and looked at him the way you look at someone you always wake up beside. It was strange to think about: that man was twice my age, and yet that morning there was nothing awkward between us. Under the sheet I could still feel his cock pressed against my thigh, soft and heavy, and I remembered how full he had left me the night before.

“Are you hungry?” he asked.

“No. I feel like going back to sleep.”

“We can’t. We’re already running too late and your family is waiting for you.”

“It’s fine, they’ll understand.”

“I’m not so sure, but I don’t want to make them mad. Come on.”

We got up and got dressed. While he went down to buy something to eat at the gas station, I took the chance to shower. When I got back to the truck, Ramón had already changed, eaten breakfast, and even tidied the bunk. He left me a sandwich in the passenger seat and, without wasting any more time, started the engine.

We got back on the road. I ate in silence, watching the dry landscape race by on the other side of the glass. The sandwich was made differently from the one the day before, with a touch I couldn’t identify but liked.

“How was it?” he asked without taking his eyes off the road.

“Tasty, thanks.”

Long seconds passed. Then he cleared his throat.

“Hey… how was last night?”

“It was good, wasn’t it?”

“For me it was amazing. For you?”

“I think you already know,” I said, and we both laughed.

“One question,” he went on. “Why didn’t you finish?”

“I just needed a little more. But you did, and it was incredible. I can still feel the cum dripping inside me when I move.”

“Sorry for leaving you like that. I got carried away. Your pussy squeezes like it doesn’t want to let me go and I ended up coming too soon.”

I glanced at him from the corner of my eye. Since I’d opened my eyes that morning, I’d had an idea circling in my head, and this seemed like the perfect excuse.

“Look, I know how to fix it,” he said before I could.

Without braking, he unfastened his shorts and let them drop to the pedals before kicking them aside. He wasn’t wearing anything underneath. His cock stayed there, half-hard against his thigh, thick even at rest, veins standing out and his balls hanging heavy against the seat.

“You can make me finish now and we’re even.”

“Are you serious?”

“There it is, if you feel like it.”

“What if I distract you?”

“I’ve got everything under control. What do you say?”

The idea sent a tingle through my stomach and an immediate wetness between my legs. I unbuckled, knelt in the narrow space in front of his seat, and settled between his legs. He could keep pressing the pedals without trouble; the truck rolled steadily down an endless straightaway.

I took him in my hand and started slowly, without hurry. My fingers barely circled the base: it was a thick, hot handle growing harder in my palm with every stroke. I pumped him up and down slowly, watching the skin stretch and the shiny head emerge. Ramón kept both hands on the wheel and every so often glanced down at me. Every time our eyes met, we both smiled with the same wickedness.

I ran my tongue along the whole vein underneath, from the balls to the tip, and paused there to suck on the head like it was candy. I kissed the crown, left a thread of spit hanging from it, and wetted him all over before taking him into my mouth. I pushed a little further with each movement, forcing myself to swallow as far as I could take it, coming back up to the tip, gathering saliva, and going back down. His cock swelled inside my mouth, throbbing against my tongue, and I could taste the salty pre-cum starting to mix with my saliva.

“Just like that, suck me like that, Marina… don’t stop,” Ramón murmured, and lowered one hand for a second to squeeze the back of my neck before returning it to the wheel.

I caressed his balls while I sucked him, lifting them in my palm, squeezing them carefully. They were swollen, heavy, ready to empty again. I pulled his cock out of my mouth, let it slap against my cheek, shook my head to coat it in spit, and took it all the way back in. I listened to my own wet sounds, the slurping, the splashing of my mouth around that cock that seemed endless.

Having him like that excited me more than I expected, even though I wasn’t looking for anything for myself: I was happy on my knees, feeling him breathe differently, and without realizing it I squeezed my thighs together to calm the pussy that was already throbbing. He must have felt like a king, sprawled out with his legs open while a girl half his age sucked his cock two hundred kilometers from the nearest city.

“I’m not even hot anymore, it feels so cool down there,” he joked, stroking my head with one hand.

I lost all sense of time. I don’t know how many minutes I stayed like that, hypnotized by the rhythm of the engine and by my own determination to do it. I sucked the tip for whole minutes, then took him down to my throat, held back the urge to cough, and came back up. What pulled me out of the trance was my phone vibrating on the dashboard.

“I think that’s yours,” he said.

I sat up with my mouth still full of saliva and a string of it hanging from my lip. It was my mother.

“It’s my mom.”

“Answer it.”

I picked up, trying to sound normal while I kept stroking his wet cock with my hand. She asked where we were, whether it would take much longer. I told her we were still on the road and looked at Ramón, asking him for an estimate with my eyes.

“Tell her you’ll be with them early tomorrow,” he whispered.

“Ramón says we’ll arrive early tomorrow,” I repeated, squeezing the head with my thumb.

My mother complained that we were already too late, that my father was at home waiting. I promised we’d hurry and hung up.

I checked the time and almost fell off the seat: it was six in the evening. We’d started out at eleven in the morning. The whole afternoon had slipped away without me noticing.

“Was it your mom?”

“Yeah. She says we’re taking too long already.”

“We did wake up ridiculously late.”

“Are we really getting there early tomorrow?”

“I’ll take care of that,” he said with a confidence that made me trust him.

He was quiet for a moment, then said with amusement:

“Hey, are you going to keep going with what you were doing? Or have you given up?”

“I’m not giving up. It’s just that you won’t finish no matter what.”

“You’ve got to work at it. Don’t think it’s that easy.”

“Big endurance, according to you?”

“I’m not holding back: I’m letting it go on until you manage it,” he said, laughing again.

I accepted the challenge. I settled back between his legs, this time with both hands around his cock, and even then I could barely encompass it. I pumped it up and down, twisted it gently with both palms, spat on it so it would slide better, and at the same time took the tip all the way down my throat. But I already sensed it would take forever. I wanted to beat his little game, I wanted to hear him lose control. So I changed tactics.

Without fully standing up, I pulled my shorts down until I took them off. Along with the shorts came my panties, soaked from being on my knees in front of him for so long. I set everything aside by the pedals, next to my sandals. When I sat back up, Ramón saw me from the waist down and his eyes lit up.

“What are you doing?” he asked with a crooked smile.

“Shut up. I’m going to make you finish.”

“Sounds perfect. Come on, sit on my dick.”

I turned my back to him and sat down on his lap, shifting a little to the left so he could keep seeing the road. Slowly, on my own, using my hand to guide the tip to my pussy lips, I got him in place. I was so wet that his cock slid inside without resistance. That first instant when he went in all at once, all the way to the hilt, tore a long moan out of me that echoed through the cab; I felt myself opening, the walls settling around that swollen cock. I braced on his thighs and started moving, pulling him out and taking him back in at my own pace, feeling the head thud inside me with every descent.

To make himself more comfortable, he leaned back in the seat, his right hand on the wheel and the other arm resting on the armrest. With that free hand he slipped his fingers under my blouse, shoved my bra up, and grabbed my tits, one and then the other, pinching my nipples until they stood up hard as stones.

“Ride me, come on, move up and down properly,” he asked in my ear. “You look gorgeous like that, impaled on my cock.”

I rode him for several minutes. My gasps, the wet sounds of my pussy splashing around his cock, and the hum of the engine were all that could be heard. It was already getting dark, and the truck’s lights hid what was happening inside the cab from the rest of the road.

Every time I sank all the way down, I felt a current climbing up my back. His cock hit a spot inside me that made me clench without meaning to. I wanted to win, but after ten minutes I was the one starting to lose. I was close, too close, and I stopped pretending it was just for him. I buried myself to the hilt, squeezed his cock with the walls of my pussy, and rocked myself, trying to feel all of it, rubbing my clit against the base of his member.

“Ah… ah… I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come on your cock,” I gasped.

“That’s it, come on, cum nice and hard on my dick,” he murmured, squeezing my hip and driving me a little deeper. “Soak it all.”

I came with my whole body trembling, clenching him from the inside in spasms I couldn’t control, feeling my pussy contract around his cock again and again. A hot squirt escaped and soaked his thighs and the seat. I stayed seated on him, catching my breath, his cock still buried to the hilt.

“Did you like it?” he asked.

“Yeah… I love how it feels inside.”

“You squeeze so damn good, it got stuck in there. But you’re done, and I’m still not.”

The second he said it, I started moving again, even though the earlier orgasm had left my legs weak. I bounced faster, harder, feeling the burn in my thighs, hearing my ass slap against his hips with every drop. I took one of his hands and put it between my legs so he could rub my clit while I rode him. Determined to beat him. It didn’t help: his fingers circling, his cock pounding my core, and his teeth sinking into my shoulder were too much. I was the one who came a second time, selfishly, soaking him, leaning back against his chest with my back to him while he laughed softly.

“I came again…” I admitted, defeated, looking at him over my shoulder.

“And I love it when you do,” he said, kissing my temple. “But let’s do something better.”

***

It was seven-thirty when he stopped at another gas station. He parked the truck facing a barrier where no one could see us, turned off the engine, and left the keys on the dashboard. With his hands on my waist he guided me to the back bunk and pulled the curtain closed. He ripped off my blouse and bra, and I ended up completely naked in the dimness of the cab while he pulled his shirt over his head and let his shorts fall.

With my back to him, I felt him lean me forward, face-down on the bed, ass lifted and knees spread at the edge of the mattress. His hands gripped my hips. Before sliding in, he ran the tip of his cock along my slit, up and down, rubbing the head against my swollen clit and then against the entrance to my pussy to hear how it splashed.

“Look at you, soaking wet, dripping down your legs…” he said, and pushed two fingers into me at once to feel how tight I still was. “This pussy is mine all night.”

And without further warning, he entered in one thrust, until I felt his balls smack against my clit. Everything was already so slick that he slid in effortlessly. I could feel his full weight on me, his feet barely touching the cab floor. He was pure force, thrust after thrust that left me unable to speak. The bunk creaked with every slam, my tits flattened against the sheet, my ass bouncing with every hit of his hips.

“Do you like it? This is what you wanted, right? To get fucked hard,” he said against my nape, grabbing my hair and yanking my head back.

“Yes… yes, like that… harder…” I managed to stammer with my mouth against the mattress.

I couldn’t answer him much more than that. I clung to the sheet, enduring that exact point between pain and pleasure that was dragging me under again. He pushed his thumb, wet with my own juices, into my ass without warning, and I screamed into the pillow. The tingling became unbearable; my legs wouldn’t answer anymore, his cock was opening me up in front and his finger was pressing at me in back, and I didn’t know where to put my body.

“Come on, come on… please,” I managed to ask.

“You wanted me to finish? Then hold on a little longer, squeeze that pussy like you know how.”

He picked up the pace. He fucked me with his whole cock, pulling almost all the way out and slamming back in to the hilt, and I started feeling him swell inside me. I came again, without restraint, screaming his name into the sheet, and he didn’t stop. My orgasm had no end, it kept rolling in waves while he continued pounding my pussy, until I heard him let out a low grunt, different from all the others.

“I’m gonna come… I’m gonna come, Marina…” he gasped, giving two, three, four deeper thrusts.

He pulled out suddenly and I felt the first stream of hot cum slap against my lower back, then another longer one that climbed halfway up my spine, and several shorter ones that ran down my ass cheeks. His fingers dug into my hip while he jerked his cock against my skin to empty himself to the last drop. I felt one last warm drop fall between my butt cheeks and slip inside. He stayed like that for a few seconds, breathing as if he’d run for miles, before collapsing to one side.

“There you go,” he said between breaths. “Everything I’d been saving for you.”

I stayed face-down for a good while, with no energy left, my legs hot and trembling, and the semen cooling on my back. Ramón handed me a bottle of water, got dressed, and climbed down from the truck. I lay there for half an hour, letting my body become mine again, with my pussy throbbing and a trickle of cum sliding down my thigh.

When he came back, he’d brought dinner.

“You should go take a shower,” he said, amused. “Tomorrow I won’t be able to until I drop you off at home. And I marked you up pretty well.”

I obeyed. I changed blouses, gathered my things from under the wheel, and went to the station showers. Under the hot water I ran my hands over my back to scrub away the dried remnants of semen, and I slipped two fingers into my pussy to clean myself out; a thick, warm trickle came out, making me squeeze my thighs together again. I felt strange, outside myself, but good. When I got back, we ate in silence and Ramón suggested we sleep at once: he had to get up early to drop me off in time. In seconds we were both out cold.

I felt him wake in the early hours, around four, and start the truck in the middle of the dark. I was still sleepy, so I let myself be rocked by the rattle and fell back asleep.

***

I woke up after eight. I moved to the passenger seat, still messy-haired.

“Did you sleep well?” he asked.

“Yeah.”

“Look, we’re almost there.”

We had entered a city. In the distance, I recognized the hills surrounding my parents’ town.

“In twenty minutes you’ll be with your family.”

“Okay… so, are we never going to see each other again?”

“I don’t know. Would you like that?”

“I tend to get attached to people really fast, so…”

“I get it,” he laughed. “I can give you my number and we can meet up one day when you’re free, if you want. I still owe you a few fucks.”

“Do you live near where I live?”

“No, but I’m always around that area for work. I only agreed to come all the way out here because your dad’s a friend and he paid me very well.”

“Okay, that seems fair.”

He wrote down his number for me and I went into the cab to gather my clothes and things. Twenty minutes later, just as he’d promised, he stopped in front of the house. I knocked and my mother greeted me with one of my aunts, both of them smiling. My mother wrinkled her nose: I smelled like the road, like miles piled on top of me, and who knows what else. My father came out and complained about the delay.

“Why so late?” he asked Ramón.

“We stopped every night at the stations to rest,” he replied calmly, not a muscle moving.

My father nodded, satisfied, and then, with me beside him, asked:

“Did she give you trouble?”

Ramón looked at me for a second before answering.

“Not at all. She behaved very well.”

“You should pay for his dinners and breakfasts,” I cut in, biting back a laugh, squeezing my thighs because I could still feel his cock inside me.

They both laughed. I went inside while my father stayed out talking with him a little longer. At last I could take a proper bath, wash my hair, and feel clean after a whole week.

I spent those days with my family, but I couldn’t get Ramón out of my head. Every night, alone in my room, I slipped my hand between my legs and remembered his cock filling me, the way it swelled before he came, the hot semen on my back. One afternoon, almost without thinking, I texted him. We started with the usual “hi, how are you?” and the conversation flowed on its own. He told me he was already back home. I confessed that I’d had an amazing time with him, that he had really made me feel safe for the whole trip. He replied that he’d love for us to meet one day, just the two of us, no pressure, to get to know each other better.

And even if he was twice my age, that no longer mattered. That man had given me one of the best trips of my life, and I had no doubt I’d do it again without thinking twice.