Road Trip With Truck Driver – Part 1

Hello friends, I am Rahul, back with another exciting erotic story. Those of you who haven’t read my previous story series, ‘Shivani and Rahul,’ please do read it.

A big thank you to those who read the story, liked it, and commented. I appreciate the responses. Let’s begin the trip.

Due to Corona, the government of India had imposed a nationwide lockdown. Roads within city limits were mostly empty. Highways also had a deserted look. But still, a few vehicles were plying, mostly commercial vehicles. Trucks, tempos and taxis were the only vehicles that one would find on a highway.

If some were carrying goods, others carried people to their villages for money. On 30th March 2020 evening at 6 PM, Rahul started from Pune with his truck carrying medical supplies. His first stop was Satara which was about 115 km away from Pune.

It was one hour since he started his journey from Pune in his new Bharat Benz truck. He played loud music and enjoyed driving on an empty highway with a cool evening breeze hitting his face. That is when he spotted a Taxi with its bonnet open by the side of the road.

Rahul knew that there was a problem. He stopped his truck approximately 60-70m away from the taxi and got down. He approached the taxi to help the driver who was checking the problem.

Rahul: You need any help?

Driver: Yes, I have been fiddling with it for half an hour and still can’t find the problem.

Rahul took a look and tried his best to help the driver.

Rahul: Where are you coming from?

Driver: Mumbai. I was going to Bangalore.

Rahul: Got any passengers?

Driver: Yes, just one. Do you know this route well? Is there a mechanic shop nearby that can help?

Rahul: Due to COVID, everything would be closed. You would find one only in Pune or Satara, that too if you’re lucky. Ask your travel agency owner to send another vehicle.

Driver: I spoke to my owner. We got only 4 vehicles and all of them are booked. A replacement vehicle would come only by tomorrow evening.

Rahul: You informed the passenger?

Driver: Yeah, She got a bit scared when I told her about the situation. She insisted that I keep trying to fix the vehicle. I didn’t even know what was wrong.

Rahul: Let me talk to her. I will help her out. Close the bonnet.

The driver closed the bonnet and called out to the lady sitting in the backseat. Rahul was stunned by her beauty at first glance. She stepped out and walked towards them clad in a blue cotton saree.

She looked fit, fair-skinned, with a small red bindi on her forehead. Her hair was in a braid coming in front of her left shoulder and settling on top of her left boob. She had a pretty face with innocent-looking eyes and a sweet voice.

Passenger: What happened? Who is he?

Driver: He is a truck driver. He saw us as stuck and came to help us out. I don’t know what is wrong with the car, ma’am.

Rahul: My name is Rahul, ma’am. That is my truck. I am on my way to Mangalore. Your driver told me that you’re going to Bangalore. I am happy to help you, ma’am. Just pay me for the trip from Mangalore to Bangalore. I will take you to your destination.

Passenger: No, it’s not needed. I am trying to find a taxi from Pune. Why don’t you call for another taxi? Or, if you know anyone from Pune, you can call them.

Driver: As I told you before, ma’am, a replacement vehicle will be available by tomorrow evening. I have a friend in Pune who drives a taxi, but he refuses due to COVID. There is no chance of finding a mechanic. You can wait till tomorrow or go with him if you are comfortable.

Rahul: Trust me, ma’am, I will drop you safely wherever you want. If the situation were normal, I wouldn’t have even stopped my truck. These are desperate times, ma’am. People need to help each other out. If you need my help, let me know.

After 15-20 minutes of deliberation and with Rahul and the driver explaining the situation, the lady finally agreed to travel with Rahul.

Passenger: How much money do you want?

Rahul: Mangalore to Bangalore is around 350-400kms, you pay me 7000/- ma’am

Passenger: 7000/-! That’s too much

Rahul: I am not trying to make money, ma’am. It’s a truck, and mileage is low. Diesel alone will cost about 10000/- but I genuinely want to help you out, ma’am. That is why I reduced the amount.

Passenger: How much should I pay you?

Driver: You can pay me till here, ma’am. That would be around 4000/-.

Passenger: Ok, fine. Can you help me move the luggage to your truck?

Rahul: Sure, ma’am, you pay him, and I will take care of the luggage.

Passenger: Thank you. How will you go back?

Driver: I will wait here till tomorrow, Ma’am. If you find any mechanic shop on the way that is open, send him to help me out.

Passenger: Sure. Tell me your Gpay number. I will transfer the money.

As the lady was making payment, Rahul had taken her luggage out of the car and was on his way to his truck. The truck’s cabin had two seats, a driver’s seat and one for the navigator/cleaner. Behind the two seats was a bed, 6ftx3ft in dimension.

Rahul placed the luggage, a suitcase, and a bag between the navigator seat and the bed. The lady started walking towards the truck. She got to the midpoint between the truck and the taxi when it started to rain heavily all of a sudden. It drenched her from top to bottom.

She started to run towards the truck, and as she reached the truck, she found it hard to climb. Rahul saw her difficulty and extended his hands for help. She reluctantly held his hand and pulled herself up. Rahul felt like a shiver ran through his spine as her soft silk hands touched his rough hand.

She got on to the navigator seat and closed the door. The rain continued to pour as Rahul started the truck and made a move. A few minutes in the rain had drenched her completely.

Rahul: Ma’am, please change your clothes, you might catch a cold.

Gayatri: It’s ok. I am fine, drive.

Rahul: Ma’am, if you catch a cold, I might get it from you. I can’t afford to get sick. Please change your clothes.

Gayatri: How can I change my dress in front of you? This is why I refused to come with you. Clearly, you want to take advantage of me.

Rahul: I am sorry, ma’am. I didn’t mean to offend you. You can trust me. I wouldn’t even touch a prostitute without her permission. I know to respect women. Like I told you, I genuinely want to help you.

Gayatri: I am sorry this is one of the worst days of my life. How can I change?

Rahul: Just above our seats, there are handles. You can tie your saree on either side and make a barrier between the bed in the back and me. Your saree will essentially be a curtain. You can change at the back.

Gayatri agreed and did as she was told. She took off her pallu and tied one end of it on the handle above the navigator seat. Gayatri slowly slid towards the driver’s side while she kept removing her saree little by little.

The cabin wasn’t high enough for a person to stand. So she had to bend a little, and in the process, her soft and heavy boobs hit the back of Rahul’s head. She immediately moved back as she felt her boobs collide. But she still had to tie the saree at the other end.

She again bent forward with her boobs touching the back of his head. But this time, Rahul ducked his head and avoided contact, providing room for her to tie the saree. This small gesture was enough for him to gain a little amount of her trust.

Gayatri settled at the back and opened her suitcase to take out a fresh set of salwaar kameez. She started to remove her wet clothes one by one. The saree was tight enough to act like a cloth hanger. She removed her blouse and placed it on top of the saree.

The sweet smell of expensive perfume hit Rahul and made him involuntarily steal a glance for a brief moment. He saw the silhouette of her shapely breasts with erect nipples. Gayatri had removed her bra and placed it on top of the saree.

Rahul again started to look ahead and drive. Gayatri wore a new bra and then changed into dry salwar kameez. She stayed at the back for another 20-25 minutes, drying and redoing her hair into a braid and then came back in the front.

Gayatri: When did the rain stop?

Rahul: 10-15 minutes ago, ma’am. I opened the windows so your clothes could get dry.

Just then, Gayatri received a call from her husband. She didn’t know what to do. She knew her husband wouldn’t like the idea of her traveling by truck. He would ask her to look for some other mode of transport.

But Gayatri had started to feel a bit secure with Rahul. She was just too tired to look for other options, which were close to none.

Gayatri: My husband is calling. I can’t tell him I am traveling by truck. God! When will this day start to get better?

Rahul: If you want, I can give you an idea.

Gayatri: What is it?

Rahul: Does your husband know that your car broke down?

Gayatri: Yes.

Rahul: Then tell him that you found another taxi taking people to Satara, and you’re on your way to Satara.

Gayatri: Then what?

Rahul: Tell him that you will stay in a hotel as the taxi company would send a replacement taxi only after 3-4 days. So you could reach Bangalore by the 3rd or 4th of April. Or you can tell him the truth that you are traveling with me. Give him my details and say that I am a trustworthy person.

Gayatri: No, I can’t tell him that I am with you. I will use the first idea. By the way, why do you say 3-4 days?

Rahul: Well, that’s the time it will take to reach Bangalore.

Gayatri: What the fuck! You didn’t tell me that.

Rahul: I told you, ma’am, I have to make drops on my way, and my destination is Mangalore. Only after that will I be able to take you to Bangalore.

Gayatri: You didn’t say it will take 3-4 days. I thought we would reach by tomorrow.

Rahul: Ma’am, my truck is at full load at present. It won’t go beyond 40 kmph. I have stops at Satara, Kolhapur, Belagavi, Hubli and Mangalore. It will take time, ma’am.

Gayatri: You should have told me earlier. I would have waited for the taxi and reached home by tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.

Rahul: I am sorry, ma’am. I thought you would know how long it would take for trucks to travel long distances. By the way, it wasn’t going to be safe to spend an entire day on the highway in the middle of nowhere, and you know that too.

Gayatri agreed to his last comment and proceeded to call her husband. She again followed Rahul’s advice. She spoke to her husband at length and assured him about her safety before she cut the call.

Rahul: Thank you, ma’am.

Gayatri: For what?

Rahul: You went with my first idea. It proves that you trust me a bit now.

Gayatri had a sly smile but didn’t respond to the comment and changed the topic.

Gayatri: So, are you married?

Rahul: Yes, ma’am, it’s been two years now, but no children yet. What about you, ma’am?

Gayatri: I have two kids, one daughter, 9 years old and a 6-year-old son.

Rahul: You have a nine-year-old kid? Unbelievable! You don’t look that old, ma’am. If you don’t mind then can I know your age?

Gayatri: I am 37, and I know I look old.

Rahul: No, ma’am, I thought you would be in your late 20’s. You look young.

Gayatri: Thank you. You look pretty young too. How old are you?

Rahul: I started driving a truck when I was 24. It’s been 7 years now.

They spoke and got to know each other, which helped Gayatri with her trust issues. She started to feel a bit secure in that truck cabin. Rahul was a gentleman but was a man after all. Like every other man, he, too, had a weak heart.

Whenever he looked at Gayatri, his eyes would settle on the small amount of visible cleavage. Gayatri didn’t wear a dupatta. Gayatri had nice big boobs. Rahul would unconsciously have his eyes transfixed on them for brief moments.

She never seemed to notice his glances. But Rahul was a gentleman and stuck only to admiring the beautiful lady that sat beside him. He didn’t flirt, nor did he try to make any moves.

By 10:30, they reached Satara. Rahul stopped at the drop-off point, and two workers started to unload the earmarked items for Satara. It took them 20 minutes to unload. After signing a few papers, they were back on the road.

Gayatri: Aren’t you hungry? I feel like I am starving. Every restaurant seems to be closed due to COVID.

Rahul: Don’t worry, ma’am. I know a dhaba (roadside restaurant). The owner is a good friend. I have spoken to him. Nowadays, he only opens at night and serves only his regular customers.

Gayatri: He is not open for all?

Rahul: No, ma’am, due to COVID, police aren’t allowing him to open. But still, he and his wife are keeping a low profile and catering only to their regulars.

Gayatri: It’s sad how COVID has affected businesses. How long till we reach there?

Rahul: 10 minutes more, and we will be there.

They have been traveling together for close to 4 hours now. Gayatri had removed her saree, which had dried off and placed it in her suitcase. As they reached ‘Rajesh Da Dhaba,’ they could see just one other truck there.

Rahul led Gayatri towards the dhaba. There was a house adjacent to that on the left side was the dhaba. It had a tin roof and was covered by a blue tarp. There was no light outside, but a faint light was visible from the inside, indicative of it being open.

Rahul: See the effect of COVID, ma’am. During a normal day, there would be at least 10-15 trucks lined up here.

The owner’s wife, Dimpy, greeted Rahul and Gayatri. Dimpy was a good-looking brown-skinned plump woman. She was wearing a red and black colored saree.

Dimpy: Finally, you made it. I was waiting for you, and you got company as well. Have a seat.

Rahul: This is Dimpy, and that over there in the kitchen is my friend and her husband Rajesh. This is Gayatri ma’am.

As they sat, Rajesh came out to greet them. Rahul introduced Gayatri to him and told them how they met and how he was helping her reach home. Their 7-year-old son was also there, along with two other men who were just about to leave.

Rahul: What do you have for dinner?

Rajesh: Customers are very few, so I have made a fixed menu. Roti, Paneer sabzi, jeera rice, dal and buttermilk.

Rahul: Ok, you take care of ma’am. I will come in sometime.

Gayatri: What?! Where are you going?

Rahul: Don’t worry, ma’am, you are hungry. You eat. I will check the truck and come. Dimpy, bring a bucket of water.

Rahul went out with the other men who got on their truck and left. About 5 minutes later, Dimpy came with a bucket of water. She placed it near the truck and started to climb the truck. She entered the cabin where Rahul was waiting for her on the bed.

Rahul: How long has it been?

Dimpy: Too long. Shut up and fuck me!

Dimpy got on the back and started to smooch Rahul. As their lips were locked, their hands began to undress each other. As soon as Rahul opened her blouse and bra, he shifted his mouth to her boobs and sucked on her big boobs. He would alternatively suck her boobs.

Dimpy pushed him down and got rid of his pants. She was about to get on top of him when he stopped her and ordered her to suck his dick first. Dimpy reluctantly agreed. She fisted his dick a few times, applying his precum all over his dick.

Then she took the dick’s head in her mouth and sucked on the tip without going any further. Rahul’s 7″ long and 4″ thick cock had become rock hard and was itching for pussy. He gave Dimpy a condom, who placed it on his dick. He pulled Dimpy on top of him.

He lifted her saree to her waist, inserted his dick in her warm wet cunt. He began to bang her from below as he grabbed onto her big ass cheeks with both his hands. Dimpy’s boobs bounced up and down with every shot. Dimpy like pornstar Sabrina Violet had nice massive boobs with large nipples and a big ass.

Rahul had grabbed her ass so tightly that it had made a mark. He fucked her for a while from below, and then Dimpy took over. She moved her hips up and down, allowing his dick to slide in and out of her pussy while she gave her boobs to Rahul for sucking.

Five more minutes later, Rahul had Dimpy pinned down as he kept fucking her at a steady pace. Occasionally, he would stop playing with her boobs, lick her neck, and kiss her delicate lips. They were sweating like a batsman batting on 100 on a hot sunny day.

Rahul kept going for another 6-7 minutes and came into the condom. Dimpy also had her third orgasm. They lay there resting for a while in that tiny truck cabin, breathing heavily with the stench of sweat and pussy juice filling the space.

Dimpy cleaned the bed with her saree pallu. As she needed air, she started to get down the truck in a hurry. She hadn’t buttoned her bra or blouse and had covered her boobs with just her pallu. Rahul was still on the bed, removing his condom.

Dimpy: Hello ma’am, you had your dinner? How was it?

Rahul immediately threw the condom outside and started to get dressed. Dimpy, without any shame, dropped her pallu in front of Gayatri, exposing her wonderful boobs. She started to wear her bra and blouse as Gayatri responded.

Gayatri: The food was very good. I came to take my mobile charger.

Dimpy: Thank you, ma’am. I will help my husband. Rahul, come to have your dinner.

Rahul was a bit embarrassed as he got off the truck only to face an angry stare from Gayatri.

Gayatri: What the fuck are you doing? You fucked your friend’s wife. You bastard, I thought you were a decent guy.

Rahul: Calm down, ma’am. Everything was consensual, and her husband also knew about it. Rather he was the one who suggested it in the first place.

Gayatri: WHAT?!

Rahul: I will explain later. Let me have some food. I am hungry.

Gayatri: Yes, have dinner. You have done a lot of hard work. Huh!

Rahul went to the dhaba and was followed by Gayatri. She came back to the dhaba after 5 minutes with her charger and put her phone on charge. Dimpy served Rahul dinner as Gayatri kept giving angry looks towards Rahul.

After dinner, Rahul spoke to Rajesh briefly and bid farewell to the couple. Gayatri and Rahul got back on the road by 12:30 AM.

The story of Gayatri’s highway fun with the truck driver will be continued.