I Became the Lover of a Fellow Driver

After my boyfriend left, I spent a good while alone, with no desire to look for anything with anyone. We still talked from time to time, but it wasn’t the same anymore and the sadness lasted longer than I’d expected. By then something had changed inside me: I wore only women’s underwear and got myself dolled up more and more often, until I stopped recognizing the person I had been.

My job left me a lot of time by myself. I drive cargo trucks on long-haul routes, and that means whole nights on the road with no one around. I used those very hours to transform myself: I became Daniela and drove like that, mile after mile, finally feeling like myself under the dim glow of the dashboard. Under my skirt I slipped a hand in and stroked my hard cock over the lace, biting my painted lip, imagining other hands ripping off my thong and fucking me right there against the steering wheel.

Nobody knew my little big secret, and I thought I could keep it forever. But things don’t always stay hidden as well as one would like, and it was precisely because of one slip-up, without looking for it, that I ended up becoming a coworker’s lover.

I’m going to call that coworker Rubén. I had always liked him. I saw him as an unattainable man, the kind a woman looks at from afar without daring to do anything. Even so, we had always gotten along very well, even before everything happened. More than once we had ended up headed to the same destination and made the trip keeping each other company. Every time I looked at the pronounced bulge in his pants, my mouth watered imagining what he was hiding in there.

Everything started on one of those trips. I remember it perfectly because it marked a before and after in my life.

***

We were heading north together and stopped halfway to stretch our legs and refuel. As usual for me, I was wearing a thong under my pants. By then it had become so normal that I didn’t even think about it. I bent down to check a tire and, without realizing it, the garment was visible above my waistband.

Rubén came up behind me. I felt his shadow before I heard his voice.

—Pull your pants up —he said in my ear, softly—. Your thong is showing.

I wanted the earth to swallow me. Shame rushed up my neck like a blaze and I didn’t know what to say. I could only turn around, look him in the eye, and smile a little, but it was a pure nervous smile.

We went in to buy something to drink and he kindly paid for mine. I still didn’t say a single word, my head spinning. On the way back to the trucks he came up to me again.

—It’s okay —he said calmly—. I already had a feeling you had different tastes. Seeing your thong just confirmed it.

We kept on our way, each in our own truck, and my mind wouldn’t stop imagining the worst. I thought about what he would say about me, who would find out, how I’d look him in the face next time. Until my phone rang and it was a message from him.

“How are you? How do you feel?” he wrote.

“A little confused,” I replied, and typing that word in the feminine form made my stomach knot up.

“Don’t worry, everything is fine. I won’t tell anyone. Just answer me one thing: do I talk to you about him or her?”

That question had me thinking for a long time. I read it several times before I dared answer.

“Her,” I finally wrote.

“Then relax, everything is going to be fine.”

“But please don’t mention it to anyone. I’m not ready yet.”

“How about when we get there we have a drink and talk in your truck?”

“Yes, of course. That sounds great,” I answered, and my heart started racing in a way I hadn’t felt in a long time. Between my legs, my thong grew wet just imagining him climbing into my cab.

***

The rest of the trip I did on edge. I didn’t know what was going to happen, but in the end I made up my mind. It was what I truly wanted to be, what I liked, and he attracted me too much to back out.

We arrived at the destination. I parked my truck and Rubén parked right beside me. He came over to ask if I’d go with him to the store and I told him I’d rather wait there. While he was gone, I took the opportunity to get comfortable, because it was time to rest.

I put on a black baby doll, fixed my hair, which was getting somewhat long, and did my makeup a little. I painted my lips a soft shade. In my head I had been longing for a moment like this with him for a long time, and I wanted to look good without seeming too obvious. By the time he was about to arrive, I threw a light robe over myself so I wouldn’t come across as too provocative right away.

He arrived and I opened the door. He sat on the driver’s side and I settled in on the passenger side. He offered me a sweet drink, one of those fruit-flavored ones, and I asked him if he hadn’t found beer.

—I did —he said—, but as far as I know women like these better.

—You’re right —I laughed, and the gesture melted me inside.

With the nerves I had, I almost downed the whole can in one go. Then the questions started: how long I’d been dressing that way, how often I did it, what it felt like. One after another. Even with my hands shaking, I answered everything. I told him I liked men and that I’d recently ended a relationship with a guy.

—And you? —I dared to ask—. Have you been with someone like me?

—No —he admitted—, but I’d like to try it.

That answer was everything I needed. I took the initiative, leaned in slowly, and kissed him. When I felt his tongue slip into my mouth and seek out mine hungrily, I knew there was no turning back. I bit his lower lip, licked his neck, and he squeezed my ass under the robe with both hands, surprised to find nothing but the thin strip of thong sunk between my cheeks.

—Holy shit —he muttered against my ear—, what a ass you’ve got.

I yanked off his T-shirt and ran my tongue over his chest, going down slowly, never taking my eyes off him. He slid my robe off my shoulders and the baby doll slipped down to my waist. He was still sitting in the seat, legs spread, so I knelt on the floor of the cab between his knees. I unbuckled his belt, pulled down the zipper, and yanked his pants and underwear down to his ankles. His cock sprang out hard and thick, the head red, bigger than I had imagined in so many nights. A sigh slipped out of me.

—It’s gorgeous —I told him, and took it in my hand.

I sucked him from the base to the tip, tongue flat, soaking the whole thing. Then I took him into my mouth in one go, as far as I could, and pulled him out slowly, leaving a strand of spit. I took him back in, this time deeper, until I felt him at the back of my throat, and he grabbed my hair and started setting the pace. I let him. I sucked his cock hungrily, like I’d been waiting for that moment for years, and from the way he sighed and the way his legs tensed I knew I was blowing his mind. I licked his balls, sucked them one by one, and went back up on his dick to swallow it again. I felt the head swell and he looked at me with half-closed eyes.

—Wait, baby, or I’m going to come in your mouth —he panted.

—Not yet —I answered, smiling with glossy lips.

I straightened up and kissed him again, letting him taste the flavor of his own cock on my tongue. I took him by the hand and led him to the sleeper, that small space in the back of the cab where I sleep on long routes.

We lay down facing each other and kept kissing. I stroked him, jerking him slowly with my fist while he ran a firm, curious hand over me through the thong. He squeezed my ass, dragged a finger along my crack over the fabric, and I could feel my cock pushing against the lace, stiff and wet at the tip. He pulled my thong down to my knees and discovered I was just as ready.

—Look at you —he whispered, and squeezed my cock in his hand.

He jerked me for a few seconds, looking into my eyes, until I was almost coming. Then he stopped kissing me and asked me to turn over. I did it at once, offering him all of me. I got on all fours on the mattress, ass up, face pressed into the pillow.

He moved the thong fabric that was hanging halfway down my leg aside and spread my cheeks with both hands. I felt his warm, wet tongue run over my ass, from top to bottom, and a long moan slipped out of me. He licked my hole unhurriedly, circling with the tip of his tongue, pushing inside, until I started begging him.

—Put it in already, please —I begged him, voice breaking—, I can’t take it anymore.

He spat into his hand, lubed his cock, and smeared a little at my hole. Then he settled in behind me and I helped him in myself, pushing my ass back. The tip forced its way in slowly. It hurt a little at first and we went slowly, breathing in sync, until the pain faded and only the pleasure of feeling him inside remained. When he was all the way in, balls deep, he stayed still for a moment, enjoying how tightly I was clenching him.

—You’re burning hot inside —he panted—, what a delicious ass you’ve got.

He started moving. At first with short thrusts, pulling out just a little and shoving back in, and then with long, firm strokes, gripping my waist. I pushed back to take him, and every time he sank all the way in I let out a muffled cry into the pillow. He grabbed my hair and yanked my head back, fucking me harder.

—Tell me what your name is —he asked between gasps.

—Daniela —I managed to answer—, I’m Daniela, your slut.

That turned him on. He drove his cock into me to the hilt, over and over, and I could feel every pump echo in my belly. With one hand he reached for my cock up front and started jerking me in the same rhythm. I couldn’t last a minute: I came in jets over the sheet, my ass spasming around his dick, biting the pillow so I wouldn’t scream. He kept fucking me for a few minutes longer, without letting up, until he sank in one last time and I felt his hot cum finish inside me, filling me, trembling over my back.

I turned over with him still inside and ended up in his arms, feeling his semen sliding between my thighs.

—I have to confess something to you —I whispered in his ear—. I’ve liked you for a long time. I love every time we get to travel together, and being like this with you right now feels like a dream.

—I have to admit it was incredible —he answered—. I had some feeling from your gestures, but now I realize how much of a woman you are.

—I love being one and feeling like this —I whispered—. And I loved being able to give myself to you.

—I enjoyed it so much. Honestly, I’d love for it to happen again. By the way, what’s your name, beautiful?

—Delighted to repeat it as many times as you want —I answered—. My name is Daniela.

—Daniela —he repeated, as if savoring the name—. You’re beautiful, and your body drove me crazy.

—Well, if you want, I can be only yours.

I kissed him again, touched him again, and felt him grow again in my hands. I went down his body, cleaned his cock with my tongue, savoring the mix of the two of us, and sucked him slowly until he was hard as a rock again. When I was ready I climbed on top of him, straddling him, grabbed his dick, and worked it into me little by little, sitting down centimeter by centimeter. This time he slid in without any trouble, slick from his own cum. I started moving on him, riding him, braced with my hands on his chest. I rose until only the tip was left and dropped down hard, taking him all the way to the balls, while he squeezed my small breasts and pinched my nipples.

—Keep going like that, baby —he panted—, you can’t even imagine what your ass feels like.

I bounced on his cock like a madwoman, sweat running down my back, my own dick slapping my stomach with every bounce. He grabbed it and started jerking me again. The pleasure of having him inside me was so much that I let myself go completely. I came for the second time that night, this time over his chest, in thick spurts, shouting his name and not caring about anything. He took my hips and drove up into me hard from below until he finished inside me again, moaning hoarsely against my neck.

I collapsed onto him, spent, with his cock still buried in my ass. Then we fell asleep, wrapped tightly in each other, in that tiny sleeper cab that suddenly seemed like the best place in the world.

***

That was the first night we slept together. The next day we unloaded and got back on the road, and luckily we were assigned the same destination again. At every stop we took advantage of the chance to steal a kiss or grope each other in secret, although that trip didn’t go beyond that until we arrived.

That time he invited me to a motel to spend the night, and to our good fortune they told us we’d have to wait two more days before heading back. We took full advantage of them, locked up together with no one looking for us. We fucked in every position we could think of: against the mirror, hands braced while he was behind me biting my nape; on my back with my legs over his shoulders, watching his face as he split me open; in the shower with hot water falling over us and my mouth full of his cock. There wasn’t an hour of the day when I didn’t have his semen between my legs or in my throat.

When it was finally time to go back and rest, I went shopping to refresh my wardrobe. What I liked most was a black thong-and-garter set. The day I wore it for the first time I waited for him in a very short brown dress, one of those that barely covers anything. As soon as he arrived and saw me, I knew he liked what was in front of him.

He took me right there. He yanked my dress up, ripped my thong aside, and bent me over the passenger seat. He drove his cock into me in one thrust, with no preamble, and fucked me fast and dirty, one hand covering my mouth so I wouldn’t scream while the other squeezed my tits inside my bra. He came inside me and left me dripping semen onto the upholstery.

Later, halfway down the road and in the middle of nowhere, he made me stop the truck to do it again, the two of us hidden under the shadow of the crates. He put me on my knees in the gravel and made me suck him right there, grabbing my hair with both hands and fucking my mouth until his eyes watered. Then he put me on all fours against a tire and shoved it in from behind, with my stockings still on and my heels sunk into the dirt. We were so focused, with him growling and me begging him not to stop, that we didn’t notice when someone we both knew pulled over nearby. When I heard him shout to find us, I ran off in my heels and all so he wouldn’t see me dressed like that, with semen still running down my thighs. I managed to put on some sweatpants and a loose sweater to hide it, but in my nerves I forgot to wipe off my lipstick. Rubén told me only when we were already leaving, laughing his head off. We never knew whether the other guy noticed anything; he never mentioned it.

And that’s how, almost without meaning to, I became my route partner’s lover. Sometimes I think fate needed one slip-up to push me into being who I always wanted to be. Next time I’ll tell you about that night when the three of us ended up together, but that’s another story.