the weeks that followed, Linda fretted. She fretted that maybe someone had seen her, and would know she was a truckstop prostitute (for the night). She fretted that the trucker would tell someone. She fretted that she had maybe caught something from the dirty trucker taking her bare.
It was hot watching her go about her days with the usual classy mother/wife air she has, knowing what she had done. Amusing myself with the thoughts of how shocked family and friends would be if they caught a glimpse of Linda's long shapely legs skyward in the sleeper of a semi as a trucker pounded a nut into the pretty socialite.
I gave her assurances to ease her mind. Cautions I had taken, to include the borrowed car. Two trips to the gynecologist in the following weeks confirmed that she had not contracted any dreaded STDs from the dirty man, and she relaxed a bit; even admitted one night during sex that there had been a certain visceral rush to being used in that way. None-the-less, she let me know in no uncertain terms that she would never consent to doing something like that again.
Ah well, back to the drawing board...
