The loneliness of a long distance lorry driver.

Part 6.

After hitching up a trailer full of provisions, my destination was Scotland, Inverness actually.

We were in for a long drive with at least 3 stops. The first being on the M25 South Mmmm’s. Then the A1M north. Rest up at Penrith, Next planned stop Scots corner.

I knew Scot’s corner well from driving smaller vehicles. I had been propositioned here several times, also I offered my own personal services.

We pulled up, Maxine was in the back asleep. Almost at once a long legged girl appeared by my door indicating I should open the window. I did and leaned out.

“Would you like some relief from driving dahling?” She asked.

“What you offering?” I replied

“Let me climb in your cab.” She told me and was off round to the passenger door. From my high up position I could watch as she walked to the front of my cab. From the rear I could see a white t-shirt with a black bra strap across her back, down some skin tight leggings with very obvious suspender bumps. Either she had a thong on underneath or she was commando. On her feet were scrappy probably 4 inch heels. The passenger door opened and she climbed in. The front of her leggings was equally as revealing, the suspender bumps very obvious, but so was the not very lady like bulge that filled the front. However her boobs that her t-shirt and bra were trying to contain were? Well let’s say she was well endowed.

“Mmmm interesting.” I told her.

“Please close your curtains.” She requested. “Can I stay here for a while, there is a guy up the front that the last time I was here, he beat me up and the bruises have only just gone.” She added.

“Does he drive a black Volvo?” Maxine asked from the sleeping compartment, making her jump. (This just one Volvo driver out of hundreds) authors note:

“Oh! Um yes. He does.” She answered.

“So you are hiding from him.” I added.

“Well yes, I can’t go through that again.” She spoke almost tearfully.

“I’m Maxine and this is Carole, and you are?” Maxine told her

“I call myself Charlie.” She told us.

“It’s not that very impressive bulge in your skin tight leggings. Or those marvellous breasts that are begging for attention.” Maxine suggested.

“I did come here for some fun, it’s just I don’t want to be beaten up again, I thought getting in this unit with a female driver I’d be safe till he leaves.”

“Oh you are absolutely safe sweetie, I’m just not sure about the female driver or her partner.” Maxine told her.

“What? You two are not female?” She queried.

Maxine had opened the bedroom curtains and was climbing out. The bulge in her panties very obvious as her skirt bunched up. I put my hand around her bulge, stroking it slowly. We were now all three in the cab. Maxine had one hand under my skirt arousing me her other hand was stroking Charlie.

“I think these leggings better be removed before they get stains.” Maxine told her.

Charlie was stooped in my cab as she pushed her leggings down to her ankles. She was wearing a thong that was now struggling to contain her. As she sat down she removed her t-shirt. Her well endowed chest was a chest plate that really did overflow her bra. Mmmm I thought I wonder if they are available in a smaller size?

“When that guy in the Volvo saw what I had in my thong and my plastic tits, he went ape and started punching me.” Charlie informed us.

“Well we certainly won’t, but I think the fluid you are leaking needs dealing with.” Maxine uttered as she squeezed in front of Charlie and began sucking, licking and loudly slurping her pre-cum. Maxine having moved, let me hanging, well actually pointing and leaking.

“Can I help you with that?” Charlie asked between gasps pointing at the tip of my cock peeking from under the hem of my skirt.

“Yes please.” I answered enthusiastically lifting the hem up exposing my stocking tops and suspender straps. My cock was poking out of the lacy leg due to Maxine’s fingers. With Charlie expertly sucking me and Maxine sucking her it was a bit of a shock when someone banged on my drivers door.

“Stay down,” I hissed quietly.

“Open your f*****g window you b*****d. You got my slut in there with you.” The voice demanded.

I rolled the blind and lowered the window about half way.

“Would you please curb your language.” I called through the gap.

“I’m looking for that f*****g sissy that hangs around giving blow jobs.” He shouted up at me.

“We’ll look elsewhere I’m just about to go to bed.” I spoke normally.

“I’ve got a lump here you can have in your cockpit or suck on.” He called back.

“I think I’ve heard enough sir.” I heard a voice from out of my eyesight.

“What the f**k has it got to do with you.” He shouted at the new voice.

“Quite a lot, I suggest you move away.” The new voice instructed him.

“I’m not going anywhere, who the f**k do you think you are?” Potty mouth shouted.

The new voice still calm moved into my view. In his black and yellow stab vest, he was obviously a police officer. His partner also appeared. The first officer herded potty mouth away from us, or me as he couldn’t see Maxine or Charlie.

“Are you OK miss?” The second officer asked.

“Oh yes thanks, I’ve heard worse. Although not directed at me.” I replied.

“Do you wish to make an official complaint?” He asked.

I could still hear potty mouth shouting as he was ushered to his unit.

“No, as I said I’ve heard worse, but if you and your colleague could give him a stern warning against a repeat performance.” I answered.

“No problem, we will take his details and report him to his company. We had a report that a young girl was badly beaten here. Just following it up. But we would need to contact the victim to be able to identify the guy. We will straighten him out. I’ll bid you good night.” He uttered as he walked away.

I closed my window and rolled down the blind. Charlie all the time had been stroking me keeping me just off boiling point.

As soon as he had left to join his colleague and the blind was down. Charlie slid her lips over my cock, she caressed my stocking tops and suspender straps. The adrenaline rush from the incident and her administrations tipped me over the edge. I was soon pumping my cum into her mouth, ultimately her stomach.

A little later we heard a truck start up and pull out into the traffic. Then we heard a chorus of. “He has gone sleep well ladies.” From the police officers.

Very clever and respectful of privacy are our law enforcement officers.

I crawled into the bunk leaving Maxine and Charlie playing in the cab. I dozed for about a couple of hours, waking up to find Maxine and Charlie cuddled together. Charlie’s leggings and thong were on the floor as was Maxine’s lacy panties.

I nudged them awake.

“Good morning sleepy heads.” I uttered.

“Good morning, it’s still the middle of the night.” Maxine replied. “That was a close call earlier. She added.

“They knew there was at least two of us in here.” I told them.

“Are they still about?” Charlie asked.

“I don’t think so.” I answered.

Then Maxine told me they had been talking while I was sleeping. They had a plan. On our way back, we could stop off here and pick up Charlie and take her back so she could move in with us when the house had been refurbished.

I told them which they understood I might not have a delivery on this route.

The cunning pair had already thought of that. They had swapped phone numbers and Maxine would call Charlie when we were next in the area.

“Sweetheart, you can’t leave the way you arrived, I will lend you a skirt to wear home. You can let me have it back when we pick you up next time. Oh and try not to do a Lewinsky on it.

Charlie replaced her thong and leggings, then my skirt. She climbed from the cab and made her way back to the woods. Maxine replaced her lacy panties, with the curtains opened we headed to our destination.

It was three weeks before I was able to pick up Charlie. As luck would have or perhaps not. Maxine was needed at her new home to oversee the moving in day.

I left on the long journey on my own, Maxine had been in regular contact with Charlie to make sure still wanted to move south. I made my regular safety stops until I pulled into the designated stop. I had to wait at least the regulation 45 minutes. Out of the woods Charlie appeared. Oh wow, she had totally changed her appearance. Her blond wig had been styled, her makeup just perfect not overdone. She was wearing a beautiful flowery dress, sheer stockings or tights, and shiny black court shoes with a medium 3 inch heel.

“Hello darling, it’s wonderful to see you as I strolled up to her.” We air kissed, lips later I thought.

“Let’s get your case stowed away.” I told her.

I hefted it up into the cab. “Have you got a safe in there?” I asked after feeling how heavy it was.

“Just a few essentials.” She giggled.

“We have 20 or so minutes before we can leave, would you like a coffee or tea?” I asked.

She agreed, as we started to walk to the café a black Volvo with white trailer attached pulled in. Charlie froze.

“I can’t go in there.” she looked terrified.

The door to the cab opened and a youngish man climbed out.

“Good afternoon ladies.” When he spoke he sported a huge smile.

“Good afternoon, you look happy.” I answered, Charlie still frozen to the spot.

“Oh yes I’ve just been promoted to this run and this beautiful machine. The previous old guy is currently doing porridge for a 25 yr stretch. Apparently he likes to beat people up. He went to far and he attacked a female under cover police woman, and broke her arm and nose before help arrived.” He enlightened us making Charlie’s fear start to diminish.

“Perhaps a fine young man like you would like to join us for a mug of tea of coffee?” I asked.

“I’d love to, it’s not often I get to spend time with pretty ladies. I’m Paul.” He said.

We sat at a table with 3 large mugs of tea and a bacon butty each. It was during our break time I saw little tell tale signs about Paul. I dropped a knife on the floor and as I leant over to pick it up I saw the ultimate clue to who Paul was.

“So how long have you been dressing? I asked him quietly.

He nearly choked as he had just taken a gulp of his tea.

Placing his mug down on the table, he put his head in his hands.

“How did you know, I thought I was careful.” Paul was whispering as we weren’t the only customers.

“A few signs, but don’t worry, we won’t expose you. We both are supportive to your life style, and it’s ironic that the previous driver of your truck is inside for beating up gurls of our gender.” I told him.

The last part of my statement he missed completely.

“Oh thank you, but what gave me away?” Paul asked.

“Simple things, if you know what your looking at. You have beautifully shaped finger nails, and traces of nail varnish at the cuticles. Your eyebrows are a lovely shape. Also not all your eyeshadow has been removed. Neither is glaringly obvious. What clinched it for me was, your wearing either sheer stockings or tights. They are too sheer to wear for warmth. You would need a thicker denier for that.” I told him. “Oh and just one other thing you didn’t just bite into your sandwich you cut it up first.” I added.

Paul sat in front of us stunned.

“What now. Are you going to tell everyone in here I’m a cross dresser?” He nervously asked.

“Most definitely not, it will be our secret, it’s quite possible that you’re not the only one in this room wearing feminine underwear.” I whispered.

“Yes and we gurls have to stick together.” Charlie told him giving a less than subtle hint.

It took a few moments for it to finally sink in. When it did, he sat up straight and looked back and forth at us.

“You mean you’re both cross dressers?!” Paul exclaimed in a whisper.

“Yes sweetheart we are.” Charlie whispered in return.

We had finished our food and drinks, because the café and stop over was popular we went outside. As we walked back to our respective units, Paul told us that there was a little more to his story. It was his Dad that had beaten up the police woman, and all the others. During the interview he admitted it.

Paul thought it was possibly due to his cross dressing, his Dad took it out on his victims. Mum had left us because of his temper. Now I’m living alone. It’s difficult because of the neighbours know all about it.

“Let me make a call and I might be able to resolve your situation.” I offered.

“That would be fantastic.” Paul answered.

I rang Maxine, who came up with the answer almost immediately.

I was moving in with her. Paul could move into my flat and give up the rented place he had shared with his Dad. I suggested all this to Paul, he thought it a brilliant idea, Charlie offered to move in with Paul to help with the running costs.

We swapped phone numbers, and left to continue our deliveries.

Two weeks later Charlie and Paul/Paula were living in my flat enjoying their fruits of life. Maxine and I were doing the same. Remember Pat she had moved in and paying her way, much to her own delight she now dressed 24/7, not having to change at work.

Hope you enjoyed this little fictional story and it gave you as much pleasure reading it as it did me writing it.

TvCarole

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