steffiebabe
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What follows is a true account of an early adventure in my life in the days before Aids
Part 1 of 3
His back was strongly muscled and i dared to run my delicate fingers across it as i did as he asked and pulled his tight T’shirt down for him as we got ready to go up for dinner. I still didn’t know his name, or what he thought of the very feminine boi he had picked up at the side of the road.
I was working in Belgium for the long hot european summer of 1982 spending my days as an intern for a big international company and my evenings as a DJ at a club in the city of Hasselt. I was a massive fan of the band Japan and used that as an excuse to dress in an ever more feminine manner, stopping just short of wearing skirts when at work, although i would often during the evenings. I had a beautiful asymmetric bob hair cut with the front dyed a bright magenta. As was normal at that time all businesses in Belgium closed for a couple of weeks in the summer, i hadn’t known that previously and decided to use the opportunity to make a surprise visit to friends in England. As i always did then, on that Saturday morning i simply took a pad of paper, a big black marker and headed to the closest motorway to hitch a lift. My plan was simple, to get a lift to either Oostende or Calais, board the ferry as a foot passenger and then hitch from Dover to my friends in Brighton. It was a hot August day, so I wore light pleated trousers, much like hareem pants, a black silk Nepalese blouse, a white silk neck scarf with navy polka dots tied loosely around my neck and pixie boots, and carried my documents and some spare clothes in a shoulder bag.
I got a lift quickly with a teacher in an old Renault 4 to the ring road in Antwerp, an eight lane nightmare ring road, and then luckily quickly got another lift with a businessman who quickly decided i wasn’t the girl he thought he had picked up but still gave me a lift to the main road to Oostende. By then it was early afternoon, but I still reckoned I could get to Brighton by late that night. I struck hitch-hike gold on my next lift, a big English truck stopped and the driver offered me a lift to London, explaining that he could simply sign me on as his mate. We chatted away on the drive to the port, around 45mins away, the truck driver was quite a bit older than me, but still young, probably around 30 to 35 whereas i was 20 at the time. As we drove and he focussed on the road I focussed on him. He had dark hair, he was clearly fit and took care of himself, the temperature in the cab was well over 80, no air conditioning then, and he had beads of sweat on his face and dark patches on his pale blue polo-shirt from sweat. I had the window open, and tried to stay as cool as I could and constantly flicked the hair away from my eyes. I found out he was divorced with a young child who he spoke fondly of and he lived in a flat in south east London, alone since his wife and daughter had moved out.
We got to Oostende and he left me in the cab, taking my passport with him whilst he went and signed onto the ship. I looked around at the other trucks in the lane and as he had been gone for a while took the opportunity to touch up my make up, which was light anyway, a touch of eyeliner, some brown eyeshadow, lip gloss and just a touch of blusher. I saw him do a double take as he got back into the cab and smiled to myself… I knew I looked good, even if he was clearly straight.
The truck roared back into life and we drove over the ramps onto the cargo deck of the ferry, he manouvered the truck precisely into its parking place and told me to grab my handbag (I guessed he didn’t distinguish between a handbag and shoulder bag..) and follow him as he needed to freshen up before getting some food. On the truck deck was a washroom, I didn’t need to change but went with him, one of the truckers just coming out as we went in told me the womens changing room were the other side, “my” truck driver smirked and told me not to worry and to follow him. I waited in the changing area while he showered, when he came back he was struggling to pull his tight white T’shirt down over his still damp body..
“help me pull this down will you?” he smiled at me
“sure” I said, and pulled it down admiring the way my clear polished nails looked against his back.
We went up to the truckers lounge, where he was subjected to some snide comments about his girlfriend.. He responded back in typical trucker fashion, about how he had pictures of the other guys wife in his wallet and would he like to see them… They all had big fry ups and beer, I just had a hot dog and some wine. The crossing from Oostende took about 5 hours and I’d had quite a few glasses of wine by the time we got to Dover in the late evening. We went back down to the truck and as I was having a bit of difficulty climbing back up into the cab he picked me up by the waist and lifted me in, I was certain I felt him touch my arse as he lowered me down into the seat. and I swooned in my seat. The doors opened and the big juggernaut roared back to life and we made our way into the port of Dover. He then went over to the Customs area and parked the truck.
He explained then to me that as it was evening he’d have to wait till the next morning for clearance on his load (this was before the days of open borders). I thanked him for the ride, hoping that he’d have at least a wet dream that night and asked where I got out to the road so I could get a lift. He looked straight back at me and apologised, but as he’d signed me on as his mate I also had to wait for clearance, but that it was OK his cab had two bunks. I was a bit taken aback by that but no one knew I was heading back anyway so let it go, it would be easier to get a lift in the morning anyway. He suggested we went to the truckers bar there for a nightcap, as we wandered over he turned to me and suggested I might want to go to the ladies to touch up my make up. I didn’t correct him and went over to the ladies loo, it was dark then so I made it just a little heavier and I took the opportunity to change to a more obviously feminine cream silk blouse. without the scarf and left two or three buttons undone. He’d already bought me a large glass of white wine when I walked into the bar, and felt at least three hands on my bum as I walked across to him, and saw a couple of sneers too.
Pretty soon it was time to head back to the truck to sleep and as we walked back across the truck park to the juggernaut. He lifted me up into the cab again, holding my slim waist in his hands, I could feel his strength through the thin silk of my blouse. He pointed to the bottom bunk and told me to make myself comfortable, I slipped my pixie boots and ankle socks off, then lay back on the bunk. He looked at me again and asked if I minded if he lay beside me as the top bunk needed clearing, i didn’t answer, i just moved across to the wall at the back of the truck. I could feel his heat as he lay beside me and I could hear my heart pounding in my breast as he rolled over facing me.
Slowly at first I felt his leg slide towards me, then over mine. I turned my face towards him and he lowered his face towards me, no longer talking, no longer asking, just taking. I opened my lips as i felt his tongue invading my mouth, devouring me, his rough chin on my smooth face. Those big strong hands made their way down to the buttons on my blouse, expertly opening each in turn, then slowly, but purposefully inside going to my tits, pinching my nipples which were already betraying me with their hardness. He lowered his mouth, lightly kissing my chin, my neck, my chest, then pulling my blouse open he slowly bit the nipple his hands had tortured while he pinched the other, then biting the second, I lifted my chin, pushing my chest towards him. He took that as an invitation and again moved his mouth to my neck, lightly kissing, then in turn biting my neck. I was lost, I needed to feel those wonderful muscles of his back again, not nervously or timidly, but clearly and unambiguously, pulling up his T’shirt and running my fingertips over his hot skin. I hardly noticed as he slapped my bum to make me lift my hips so he could slide my pants and knickers to the floor of the truck. I felt his teeth on my neck, knowing they would mark, but i simply lifted my chin further and licked my lips. With one of his hands he held my wrists above my head as with the other he pulled my knee out to wrap my leg around him, then his other knee forced my other leg wide so I was lewdly open beneath him. I felt him pull his jeans open and pushed them to join my discarded clothes and I felt how hot and hard he was. With both hands, one thin smooth leg in each, he raised and opened me, my legs on his shoulders, his cock thick and hard by my cunt. He spat on one hand and lowered it to my cunt, saying that my cunt was so available I wouldn’t need any more wetness.. His hand brushed my own cock and as he did so he gripped my balls hard, saying he didn’t need it, and that I was a girl for him. My hard on subsided and I bit my lip as I felt his cock at the entrance to my cunt, replacing his spit covered fingers. He pushed into me hard, not gently, not easing past my sphincter, but owning me as a bitch. He again took my legs in his hands, forcing me wide and open, using them to hold his weight as he pushed deep into me. Looking down at me.
“You love this you little bitch don’t you?” “you’ve been teasing me with your cute little arse since you got in you tart” “ come on push back you bitch, you know you want me in you, you want me to fill your cunt you bitch”
The whole time building his speed as I tried to match him, pushing my hips up to meet him as he fucked me. One last time he forced himself as deep into me as he could filling my ass and opening me wide open. As he came hard every muscle on his face tightened and then he dropped his mouth onto me again, kissing me deeply, then as his orgasm rolled over him I felt his teeth on my shoulder again.
Slowly, oh so slowly he relaxed his muscles, lowering his full weight back on top of me, and as I felt him slowly go soft inside me he stroked my hair and my cheek. Then very light butterfly kisses made there way back down my body, gently kissing the red weals on my neck and shoulders, and soothing my nipples.
Slowly he rolled to his side, leaving my ass open and empty, still looking into my eyes.. He looked at me, kissed me gently on the lips and said that he was going to sleep in the top bunk… which was clear.. I fell into an exhausted sleep my ass aching and longing to be filled again, my neck and tits aching from his bites..
“Come on wake up you little tart” he said, drawing back the shades on the truck.
“The ladies is over there, you can get yourself cleaned up, I’ve got the papers already we can go and get some breakfast”
I slid my knickers up my smooth legs, tucking myself away and pulled my hareem pants back up, enjoying the way they cupped around my ass shaping it. I buttoned back up my blouse, pulled on my pixie boots grabbed my bag and swung my legs down from the cab and headed over to the bathroom. I could feel his spunk leaking from me as i walked, a sensation I love to this day. Looking in the mirror I realized what a state I looked, thoroughly shagged.. my hair was a mess, my face was smeared with the heavy make-up I’d put on the night before and my neck had several deep love bites, pulling my blouse off I had the same marks on my tits and there was a clear bite on my shoulder where he had broken my pale skin.
I still needed to hitch down from London to Brighton, so I quickly showered and then chose a purple slash neck T’shirt, I realized I risked staining my parts, especially as they were a very light material so I got one of the tampons from the vending machine and pushed it inside me. I used some foundation on the bruises to cover them and only used a touch of eye liner, lip gloss and eye shadow. brushing my hair out again I looked in the mirror, feeling I looked pretty good I walked slowly back to the truck, feeling the eyes of quite a few of the drivers on my ass as I walked. AsI got back I was pleased to see my driver waiting and he lifted me again, by the waist, effortlessly up into the cab. The engine rumbling away again we rolled out of the port and up the steep hill to the main London road at the top of the cliffs. A couple of miles up the road we pulled into a road cafe for Breakfast. We made small talk while waiting for the food to arrive, Muesli and black coffee for me, a fry up and a mug of tea for him.
“So where are you headed now then?” he asked
“Down to Brighton, I’m surprising some friends there”
“So they don’t know you’re coming yet?”
“No, not yet, but there's always something going on, we’ll probably just go to the clubs in the Lanes, maybe catch a band”
“So then, come up to London, I’m not heading out for two days, I can drop you at the top of the A23 on Tuesday morning?” “I’ll show you a club or two where I am tonight and tomorrow, I’ve some friends I’d love to introduce you to”
“I don’t know, do you think that’s a good idea? what will they say?”
“They’ll say that I picked myself up a really cute boi, that’s what”
“Your friends won’t mind you’ve picked up a boi then?”
“Why would they? many of them are gay”
"I don't know if I can, I've got nothing clean left to wear"
That's no problem, I've got a washing machine, you can do the laundry and throw your things in with mine"
“Let me think about it,”
“OK but not too long, we’re heading up the road soon, and either I’m dropping you by the roadside as soon as we get somewhere convenient for you, or I’m heading straight to the depot.”
I finished my breakfast in silence, looking out the window occasionally glancing over at this man who had so thoroughly ravaged me. I knew what I was going to do, I picked up my bag and headed over to the ladies.
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