“Well it looks comfortable,” Brent noted as he turned to look into the sleeper behind them.ÂÂ
“It is…go ahead and take a look if you want.”
“Ok” Brent replied as he slipped out of his seat and through the entrance of the sleeper. He felt a real transition as he
moved from the mechanical cab with all its buttons and dials, into this space which was defiantly a woman’s bedroom.ÂÂ
The blankets were a soft pink and the pictures fastened to the walls were defiantly feminine. There was a small
TV/VCR built into the storage rack at the foot of the bed that he imagined she watched chick flicks on. He saw a
woman’s magazine laying on the nightstand, and then was slightly intrigued when he saw a pair of panties carelessly
tossed on the floor. A strange woman’s panties would interest any man. Wait, they weren’t panties but on closer
inspection – a thong. He immediately imagined this beautiful woman in a thong…the thought aroused him.
“So, what do you think?’ Kris asked.
“Very nice, you must be quite comfortable in there. TV and everything.” Brent said as he sat back down in the
passenger seat.
“Yep, and there’s beer in the little fridge – party central”, she laughed.
“What is going on up there?” Brent asked looking ahead on the road.
Kris started to gear down as they approached traffic stopped on the road ahead. “Don’t know, accident maybe.”
They came to a stop in the line of cars and trucks. Kris switched on her CB and keyed the mic. She asked if anyone
knew what was stopping traffic. The response came back that it was an avalanche on the road ahead about 2 miles.ÂÂ
The best estimate was 4-5 hours before the road would be open again.ÂÂ
“Great”, Kris moaned.
They happened to be only a couple of hundred yards from the entrance to a rest area. Kris slipped the truck into gear
and maneuvered her way to the entrance and was able to find a spot to park alongside the other trucks.
“Well,” Kris sighed, “Looks like we’re here for a while.”
“I guess so. So much for my wild night in the city” he replied with a frown.
Kris felt a pang of sympathy for Brent. “Well we aren’t in the city, but this is ‘Party Central’ she responded with a
smile. “I’ll grab us a beer.”
Kris slipped out of her seat and climbed through the opening into the sleeper. Brent turned to watch her pass and as she
bent over the bed to reach into the little fridge he stared at her tight little ass. It was gorgeous. And, he noticed, no
panty line. She must be wearing another thong he surmised, because her jeans were so tight on her that had she been
wearing panties he surely would have seen the tell tale lines.ÂÂ
“Here you go” Kris stated as she handed Brent a beer and sitting facing him on the side of her seat.
“Thank-you, and thanks again for picking me up out there. I wish the damn car hadn’t broken down though – I would
have likely made it past where the avalanche is.”
“Hmmm maybe so…..but then I would have been stuck here on my own. It’s nice to have some company – although
you are an admitted pervert…” she laughed.