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Pilot to Driver
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I was dead heading to my next escort job, and taking my time since I
didn't have to be there for a few days, when I pulled into the truck
stop to get fuel, then take a break.

Nothing unusual about it, until I had a woman walk up and gesture at
my collapsed sign.

"Hi.  Working, or are you interested in doing some escort work?"

I chuckled.  "Both.  Dead heading to my next job, but I have a few
days I can kill.  I'm headed east right now."

She smiled.  "I can pay two dollars a mile, plus expenses, for a trip
into Texas, escorting an over width, over length load."

My eyebrows went up quite a bit.  "Two dollars a mile?  Going rate is
usually one.  What are you pulling that you can make that sort of
offer?""

She laughed.  "I know it's high, but the company I'm pulling for is
desperate.  All the usual escort services are booked, and the guy that
was supposed to meet me here two days ago got in a wreck and killed
himself.  He was pushing himself and they think he was doped to the
eyebrows."

I sighed.  "Idiot.  Hope he didn't take anyone else with him."

"He didn't.  Rolled his truck into a deep ditch.  They figure he was
doing at least 90 when he hit the opposite side."

"Right."

She sighed.  "Anyway, I'm pulling a fourteen by eighty custom office
trailer, if I ever find an escort."

I started laughing.   "I usually escort manufactured houses for a
living.  No problem.  Let me finish gassing up, and you'll have an
escort when you're ready to pull out."

She held out her hand.  "Thanks.  Mind if I ride around to the truck
parking with you?"

We shook hands and I smiled.  "No problem."

"Thanks.  Do you get along with dogs?  I have a Rottweiler mix who
rides with me.  He's pushy but friendly, and I was thinking we could
sort things out in my cab, since that's where all the paperwork is.
And the air conditioning, of course."

"I don't have a problem with that.  Only reason a dog isn't with me
right now is that I haven't replaced my last bitch, yet.  She died of
old age, and I haven't decided if I want to take a break because of
the work, get a puppy, or get an older one."

Then I chuckled.  "I *think* I have most of her hair cleaned out, but
sometimes clumps show up when I roll the windows down.  Never have
figured out where it comes from, but after ten years and close to a
million miles, I guess her fur worked its way into any available
cracks."

After I put the nozzle away I realized she was watching me with an odd
look on her face.

"Something wrong?  Oh, my name is Walter."

"Heather.  You've put a million miles on that crew cab?  Doesn't look
like it."

I shrugged.  "I put a lot of money into customizing it for escort
work.  Been cheaper to rebuild, than buy a new one and have to do the
special stuff all over again every few years.  I'm on my fifth engine
and transmission set, since I replace them every two years."

She decided to smile and laugh.  "You're the first escort driver I've
met who doesn't buy a new vehicle every few years."

I nodded.  "Doesn't surprise me.  This is a working truck, and it's
not unusual for me to have a partner with me to help with teardowns
and sets.  This time it's a simple escort job on a double wide, so
he's taking a vacation, of sorts.  He'll escort the other half while I
take a break."

I gestured.  "Climb in, and let's go see what you're pulling."

We pulled around, and it was easy to spot her rig, since it was the
only one with a huge trailer behind it.

I parked behind it and then I took the time to do a walk around after
I'd grabbed my briefcase.

Everything looked good, but I sighed anyway.  "Hope you don't mind if
I double check the tires and stuff.  I carry my own generator and
tools, so it won't take too long, if I don't find any problems."

Something got my attention as we were walking past the axles again, so
I knelt, looked closer, then sighed.  "Idiots."

By then she'd knelt, too, and before I could say anything more, she
started cussing impressively, before she stopped and sighed.  "I
didn't deliver it to this point.  Somebody else did, and I hooked up
without giving it a serious look, because it made it this far."

I chuckled.  "Don't worry about it.  No extra charge, considering what
you're planning on paying me.  I'm carrying enough to swap out or
rebuild seven axels.  Replacing a few keepers is trivial."

She sighed.  "Thanks.  Let's get the paperwork taken care of, then you
can do what needs to be done.  While you do that, I'll call it in and
let them know we'll be on the road tomorrow morning, since the weather
is supposed to be good.  Go ahead and write a bill for whatever you
fix or replace.  I'll get you whatever they usually pay to have
someone come and fix things when I'm on the road."

"Ok.  Thanks."

By the time I'd put my foot on the running board and grabbed the door
handle, I could hear happy barking while her dog greeted her.  I gave
her a few more seconds to get him under control, then opened the door
and paused to evaluate the situation.

He was still sucking up attention, so he only turned his head in my
direction to see who it was, then he turned back to her as soon as she
told him I was ok.

I settled in the seat and smiled.

"I think he likes the attention more than he's worried about having a
stranger climb in."

She laughed.  "Don't let him fool you.  He's protection trained.  If I
hadn't vouched for you, you would have met a face full of teeth as
soon as you got the door open.  Back off, and he would have left you
alone.  Tried to get past him, and you would have been bit."

She sighed.  "Had a guy try to break in one night so he could rape me.
Lance put him in the hospital with a crushed wrist.  Nobody has
bothered me since."

I nodded.  "Sorry it happened in the first place.  All I ever got was
panhandlers, and a few folks who have thought they were going to break
into my tool boxes, until Tillie went off on them.

She nodded, then settled in the seat after she grabbed her paperwork.

While I waited for her to dig things out, I glanced around the cab to
keep myself occupied.

I smiled when I spotted a medallion she had hanging.  It didn't look
like one I'd ever seen before, so before I reached for it so I could
turn it, I asked permission.  "Mind if I take a closer look at your
medallion?"

"No.  Go ahead."

"Thanks."

I reached, turned it so I could see the front...

And I froze in disbelief.  Eventually I came out of my shock.

"I don't believe it!"

"Hmm?"

I spoke slowly and barely above a whisper.  "Heather?  Is this really
yours?  It's beautifully done."

She stopped digging through her papers and looked at me.  "Thank you.
I have a friend who does custom jewelry."

I sighed and let my hand fall away before I faced her.  "I never
thought I'd see another Zoo medallion, except for my own, that's put
away at home, until I decide if I want another bitch in my life."

She gasped, blushed, and then reached to touch Lance when he started
to react.  "Easy.  He's ok, big guy."

Lance relaxed again and she and I studied each other for a long time,
then she shook her head slightly.  "You're the first person to call it
what it is.  Guess I can't call it a good luck charm or something
pretty that I carry around, can I?

I smiled a bit wryly.  "Not after telling me I was right."

"Oops.  Never thought about that.  I stopped thinking rationally as
soon as you recognized it."

I sighed.  "I can imagine.  Until Tillie died, I always wore mine or
kept it with me.  In over fifteen years, nobody ever recognized it for
what it meant.  Some folks recognized the symbol, but they assumed it
was some sort of frat thing or I bought it because it was a pretty
charm of some sort."

She nodded.  "Those are about the reactions I get.  Usually, folks
ignore it because a lot of drivers have stuff in the cab to
personalize it a little."

I laughed.  "I know.  My truck isn't as bad as some, but it's not
pristine, either."

She tipped her head slightly, then sighed and looked down.  "We'd
better get the paperwork done, because if you're willing to relax in
the cab with me, I'd like to spend some time visiting, after you take
care of any problems you find on the trailer."

I let my eyebrows go up until she blushed, then I chuckled.  "Yeah.
I've never had a chance to visit with another zoo in person.  My
partner knows, because I told him a long time ago, but that's not the
same thing."

"Is your partner ok with it?"

"Yes, he is.  Sorta squicked at first, and barely tolerated it, but
eventually he relaxed and now he doesn't care.  We have an agreement
that when we're together I don't do anything different than normal
dog-owner stuff while he's there."

"But you said?"

"I know.  We decided it was better that way.  If he hasn't seen
anything, he can play dumb about knowing I actually fucked my bitch.
It works out, because he does the same thing for me if he has a
girlfriend...  

"Oops.  He got married last year.  He doesn't fuck his wife in front
of me if we're sharing a room.  Usually we make enough so we can get
separate rooms when she's with him, but sometimes things are tight, so
we share.  As far as I know, he's never come out and told her about
me."

She smiled.  "Must be nice, to be able to relax in front of a
friend..."

She reached and petted Lance.  "Later.  Let's get this stuff done so I
have something I can fax the company."

Her eyebrows went up when I handed her a single page with all the info
she needed.

I managed a shrug.  "I carry a class A commercial, but seldom need it.
I suppose I could have settled for a class B commercial, but this way
I can swap with the regular driver on the longer hauls, if something
happens, or I can pull the smaller trailers, sheds, and containers,
with my one ton, to save time.  Lets me do odd jobs while we're on the
road, too.  Sometimes we get someplace and they need an 'extra' done,
and it helps our rep when we can do it immediately."

"Don't you have problems finding a trailer for the containers?"

"Nope.  The rack on the truck comes off and converts to an open frame
twenty foot, three axle 30,000 lb rated trailer and container dolly."

She decided to laugh.  "I think I'll stick to being a company girl. As
long as I do all the paperwork, I get paid and can expect to be
working, without needing to worry about having the right tools to get
something road ready."

I chuckled.  "See the country type and don't like sweating while you
do it?"

"Definitely!"

We got it all taken care of, then I went back outside and spent the
next couple hours going over the trailer to make sure it was ready to
move, safely.

It wasn't bad, considering.  I replaced some worn keepers, rotated
about a dozen keepers until they were on properly, reseated three
tires on their hubs, and replaced one tire I didn't want to trust over
any distance.  To my pleased surprise, the air pressure was good in
all the tires, so I didn't have to fire up the compressor.

By then Heather had finished up and settled to watch me, with Lance
beside her, after she'd taken him for a long walk.  "Thanks, Walter.
I've done that stuff in an emergency, but I've never made it a secret
that I hired on to be a driver, not a road mechanic.  Most escort
drivers refuse to get dirty."

I laughed while I was checking the wiring.  "I don't mind.  Making
sure before we pull out, can save us time later.  Something this big,
I won't be surprised if we lose a couple tires along the way, but I
want it to be for a good reason, not sloppiness by the prep crew.  At
least whoever did the wiring seems to have known what they were doing.
No problems with *it*, so far.  I'll work my way up to the hitch and
make sure it's connected all the way.  Had one crew a few years back
that hooked everything up, then never checked the entire run.  Turned
out someone had cut about twenty feet of wire out of the middle and
used it somewhere else.

"Lot of times we just tell the prep crews to ignore wiring the brakes,
and I come in and do it before we hit the road.  Can be quicker than
fixing problems, since I carry some premade brake line harnesses."

"You make it sound like you've been doing this for years."

"I have.  Started out on call as an escort driver, about fifteen years
ago.  Then my boss decided to expand into tear downs and sets, because
he was getting asked if he could offer package deals, and to be honest
about it, too many of the tear down crews who prep used trailers miss
things, or simply don't know what they are doing.

"Guess it was about eight years ago a casual friend was out of work
and I needed some help on the road, so I invited him along as a paid
helper.  We hit it off, and now he has his own van he uses when we
need a second escort.  Job like the one I'm headed to, we'll restock
my truck after we get the first half delivered and he'll use it so he
knows he has everything he might need.  Hopefully he won't, but the
I-40 can be lonely when you've had all the tires come off one side of
the trailer and you're waiting for someone to bring you another set of
axle halves."

She sighed.  "I know about that.  I was hauling an excavator and
watched a load of scrap go through the sides of an old flatbed in
front of me.  Destroyed every tire on the rig and trailer.  I started
slowing down as soon as I saw the first sideboard fall off, but I
still think I was lucky to keep it on the road and right side up when
the rig tried to go everywhere but where I wanted it to go.  No time
to do more than hang on for the ride, because I had nowhere to go to
get around the mess."

I crawled out and started gathering my tools so I could put them away.

"Sounds like you've been driving for years, yourself."

"Drove a high cube auto parts truck in high school, for the family
business, then got my class A and ran a line for almost ten years,
after I graduated.  Guess it was about seven years ago I found a
company who wanted a long haul driver with lots of otr experience.
Been with them ever since, as one of the drivers who does the odd
stuff all the school trained drivers are afraid of."

I chuckled.  "Odd stuff.  Yeah.  I've met a few vets who take one look
at what we've pulled and they admit they want no part of it."

She laughed and touched my arm.  "Where've you been all my life? Seems
odd we haven't met in passing, before now."

I shook my head.  "Don't know where I've been.  Generally, I keep
track of the escorts more than I do the rigs and their drivers, unless
they've been around a few years, at least.  Could be because I only
get out of my home area a few times a year."

She sighed.  "Good points."

Then she turned me to face her and leaned forward to kiss me on the
lips before she pulled back and grinned at me.

"Interested in sharing a shower?"

My eyebrows went up as I blushed.  "Wasn't on my mind.  You must have
known that much."

"True.  I'm impulsive, and wouldn't mind feeling a man's touch on my
back for a change.  I'll scrub yours if you want me to."

I laughed at her eagerness, then looked around to see if anyone was
within earshot.  We were alone, so I grinned.

"I know better than to argue with a pushy bitch who knows what she
wants.  Deal."

She blushed, then giggled.  "I'm not husband hunting, but I think I
should consider doing something to keep you in my life as more than
someone I met on the road.  Interested?"

This time I blushed.  "Pretty sudden, but I'm willing to talk it over.
Hardest part might be coordinating our jobs so we can have a
reasonable amount of time together, since neither of us are the type
to settle down in one place, yet."

Her posture straightened and something in her attitude changed to give
me the impression she was both surprised, and joyous.

"That's a yes?"

"Yes.  I've been...  Exclusive ever since puberty, but I do dream and
wonder once in awhile.  Be nice to have a lover who has hands, just to
see what it's like, at least."

She stiffened and stared at me.  "Never had sex with a woman?"

"Never."

She sighed.  "I was married for almost five years, but he couldn't
accept a wife who was stronger than he was, and a truck driver, too.
The divorce was something he wanted, and I didn't contest it, since I
had already realized how he felt about me being on the road five days
a week, and not home to take care of the 'woman's work'."

She smiled.  "Let me put Lance back in the cab, make sure the AC is on
and he has his food and water, then I'll get my stuff.  Be right
back."

I watched her walk away, then secured my toolboxes and grabbed my own
shower kit.

* * *

We were headed for the showers when I stopped and grabbed my cell
phone.  "Hang on.  I'd better check in.  Shouldn't take long.  This
isn't the first time I've done an escort instead of dead heading. Boss
will love it, since he won't have to pay my fuel and other expenses."

I checked in, explained the situation and got the go ahead since even
if we had problems, we had some leeway on our move.  Way I figured it,
even with a one day layover for problems or to visit with Heather, I'd
still be able to make it with time to spare.

After we got in the shower room, Heather paused to study me.  "You be
ok with getting naked in my presence?"

I laughed.  "I won't have a problem.  Wasn't unusual for us to be
casual around each other when my friend had a woman with him.  What
will be different is knowing the woman is interested in me, this
time."

She giggled.  "Good.  Let's get naked, and see what happens, besides
that shower."

I laughed.  "Don't bother telling me this is an odd experience.  I
already had that figured out when you picked me up at the gas pump."

She blushed.  "You're pretty smooth, for no experience with women."

I was already down to my shorts so when I straightened after removing
them, I shrugged.  "No sexual experience.  The innuendo and games are
something I learned how to do in order to hide, when I was a
teenager."

She came over and hugged me after she finished undressing.  "I kind of
know what you're talking about, even though I didn't turn zoo until
after the divorce.  Lancelot was a gift from my ex, to protect me when
I was on the road.  He's always been my dog, so who got him was never
in doubt.  I've never worried about him giving me away, since I get
teased all the time, anyway.

"Had a few one nighters on the road, after the divorce, then settled
down with Lance as my lover most of the time.  Got a few men I have
sex with, if we happen to meet on the road, but that's it, these days.

"Hope you don't mind me asking for the shower and the possibility of
sex.  I want to spend as much time with another zoo as I can, just in
case we never meet again."

I hugged her back.  "I can relate to that.  I'm still wondering if
this is really happening, because I've never knowingly met another
zoo, anywhere."

She kissed me again and rubbed her body against me, then pulled away
and got practical.  "Let's get that shower started.  You be ok with me
doing more than soaping and washing you?"

"Yes.  May I explore, too?"

"Of course.  I won't think any questions or comments you have will be
silly, either."

"Thanks, Heather."

"Welcome, Walter."

I'd never shared a shower or bath before, so everything about the
experience was new to me, and while I felt awkward when she first
reached for my penis, I quickly got over it and started enjoying
myself.

The feelings I felt while she washed my back were incredible, and I
knew I was hooked on having someone wash my back, even if I never
fucked anyone except bitches, it was that good.

She laughed when I tried to tell her how I felt, then hugged me
tightly, from behind, before she had me turn in place so she could
help rinse me off.

Then I got to do her, and the experience got us both laughing at
first, when I told her that her reactions to the attention reminded me
of some of the times I'd taken a bath with one of my bitches, and when
we were alone, we usually wound up fucking.

Then, Heather made me blush when she braced herself on the wall so the
water was flowing down her back and whispered....

"Fuck my ass.  It's ok.  I'm not protected, and unless you carry
condoms in your shower kit, we don't really have a choice."

Her eagerness made me laugh.  "If you can wait while I dig, I *do*
have condoms in it, because I never took them out after Tillie died.
Some of the truck stops would let me bring her in for a bath, once
they knew I carried a screen to put over the drain to catch her hair.
I always used condoms while we were traveling, to avoid post coital
drip."

She giggled and turned around to hug me.  "Bet you never expected to
need them for a woman, right?"

"Yep.  About the only reason I make sure I have them is because I know
I might wind up getting a new bitch while I am on the road, and I want
to be ready, just in case we get to the point she'll let me fuck her."

She giggled some more.  "Well, you got me, and I'm used to being a
bitch to Lance's dog.  Rinse the soap off your hands, and go get one,
because while I'm comfortable either way, I prefer vaginal sex, and
your first time with a woman should be 'normal', in my view."

I laughed and stepped out after making sure my hands were rinsed.
"Normal.  Right.  The only thing normal about this experience has been
the shower."

I dug, opened the pack and then handed her the condom.  "Install it,
and lets see what happens.  Still want it doggy style?"

"Yes!  Take me any way you want, because I like it kind of fast and
hard.  That's how Lance can be when we're in a hurry.  He'll do
gentle, sorta, but his ties are generally fast because he's so
experienced."

I chuckled. and then smiled a bit wryly.  "No promises, but I'm hard
and looking forward to trying."

She giggled while she unrolled the condom onto my penis, then turned
around, bent over, and braced herself on the wall again.

"Do it!"

I figured my best option was to do the things I was used to, so I
knelt and started licking her like I always had Tillie, to get her
lubricated, and to help me get turned on.

It worked, and it wasn't long before I was eager to put my penis where
it was supposed to go.

And that was another reason for the oral foreplay.  I wanted to learn
how Heather was built, so I wouldn't be fumbling too much when I lined
up.

Not surprisingly, I went in quickly once I started, because it was
more of a straight shot, and she was a lot looser than any bitches I
had fucked.

I was used to using a condom, so the lack of pressure and sensation
was ok, once I found a rhythm that I could maintain that was similar
to what I was used to.

Then, once I felt reasonably confident I was going to be able to work
to an orgasm, I pretended Heather was a real bitch, and started
working my fingers along her spine.

"OHMYGOD!!  Don't stop!"

"Like it?"

"YES!"

I laughed.  "Nice to know what works on a bitch works on a woman.  I
just hope they don't throw us out for being too noisy."

I kept working her, and she started pushing backwards when I drove
forward.

It was something I wasn't used to, and at first it took me out of my
rhythm, but I managed to adapt, and soon we were working together well
enough that I knew I could just about let go and slam home in a way I
seldom had with any bitch.

Eventually my hands shifted and I grabbed her hips and basically lost
control while I thought only of my own orgasm.

Finally, I grunted and tried to drive her into the wall while my arms
jerked her backwards as I orgasmed.

We held that pose for a little while, then I realized I was still
squeezing her tightly, so I unclenched and just let my hands rest on
her so I could steady myself.

She reached back and fondled my balls briefly, then I felt her fingers
on my penis and she started working it slowly, as if she was milking
it into her.

It wasn't enough to get me erect again, so one of her random movements
made me fall free.

She sighed, then pushed herself upright before she turned around to
wrap her arms around me and turn us so she could lean against the
wall, with me against her.

"Thanks, Walter.  How was it for you?"

I thought about my answer before I kissed her on the lips. "Different,
and good.  Never felt anything like it, of course."

She giggled and I could tell there was some weariness in them.  "Good,
and different for me, too.  I've never had a lover work my back like I
was a real bitch.  That was incredible, and enough to get me to have
multiple orgasms while you were fucking me."

"I never noticed."

"Mmm...  Maybe that's why it was so good for me.  I was only thinking
about making it better for me, not you.  I do that a lot with Lance
after he's tied."

"Uh huh.  I wanted to make it good for you at first, but when you
started shoving back, I almost lost it, but eventually I adapted and
was able to slam in like you seemed to want me to, and I've always
fantasized about having a bitch be that obvious about wanting to be
fucked, so I sort of lost control and forgot to worry about hurting
you."

She hugged me.  "That's the way I like it sometimes.  Fast and hard,
because that's how Lance is, usually, until he ties.  Even then,
sometimes he loses it and manages to jerk his knot out after it's
swollen, then force it back with each stroke."

I hugged her back.  "I think that was what I was worried about the
most, how loose you'd feel.  Bitches are pretty tight, even after
years of fucking, and you were so loose I was wondering if I'd feel
enough pressure to get me to orgasm, eventually."

She stiffened in my arms, then relaxed and laughed.  "You're the first
man to tell me I'm loose, or make comparisons to past lovers.  I was
hurt at first, then I realized making comparisons and speaking
honestly would be part of the package.  Besides, I *am* pretty loose
after taking Lance's knot for so many years.  At least I've never had
kids.  I'd be even looser if I had."

I blushed.  "Sorry.  I never thought about not speaking what I
thought.  I've always spoken what I was feeling while I was with my
bitches, even though I knew they wouldn't understand much more than my
tones."

"Accepted, even though you didn't need to apologize.  Lance has his
ways of talking to me to let me know what he's feeling and thinking.
Honesty is something I'm used to, now, so it's nice to get it from a
man who isn't thinking about if he should shade the truth or keep his
mouth shut during the sex and the afterglow."

She pushed me away, then looked down.  "Mind if I remove the condom
and suck all your semen out of it after I suck on you for a bit?"

I chuckled.  "Not a bit.  If you didn't, I probably would, just so
it's clean when I wrap it in a towel so I can get rid of it later.
And, I'm used to bitches licking me clean after we've fucked."

She giggled, then knelt so she could clean me up.

I watched her while she made a production of enthusiastically making
sure she got all of my semen out of the condom as she slowly rolled it
up, then once she'd removed it and put in her mouth to suck anything
left off of it, she took the time to lick my penis from the tip to the
root until it was 'squeaky clean'.

By the time she finished we were both laughing so hard she had to lean
against me and then I leaned forward and braced myself.

I hadn't been paying much attention to anything other than what her
attention had felt like, so I was surprised when I felt her mouth on
the my tip before she seemed to lunge forward to engulf my dick.

That was when I realized I had another erection, and it didn't take
much thought to realize she was going to give me my first blow job.

Since my body agreed with her decision, I didn't think of asking her
what she was doing, or anything silly like that.

All I did was keep myself braced, and let her control me.

Most of that control was using her hands to move my hips so I was
fucking her mouth at a pace she wanted.

The best way to explain what was happening is that she was using me
like she would some sort of dildo, I guess, except by the time she had
the moves the way she wanted them, I wasn't doing anything more than
thinking about orgasming again.

Eventually she removed one hand and I felt one her fingers work
between my ass cheeks until she'd found my asshole, then she pushed
gently, asking me without words if she could gain entrance.

I wasn't what I considered an anal erotic, but I'd experimented over
the years, so I knew how good it could be.

Truthfully, I didn't think about that, I just reacted and relaxed so
she'd know I was ok with it.

I guess she knew what I was saying, because she slid the finger in,
probed, found my prostate and started massaging it as if she knew
exactly what she was doing.

A few sure strokes of her finger, and my hips drove my prick as deep
it could go before I emptied myself in her throat.

We held that pose while she worked me with her throat muscles and her
finger, then she must have felt me start to slump because her finger
came out and she slowly slid off my penis while her hands held my hips
still.

As soon as I knew I was free, I sighed and slumped until I was on my
knees, then I turned and leaned against the wall.

"Wow.  I'm done.  Wish I was in a bed somewhere, because I'm ready to
collapse for a nap."

She laughed softly and pulled me into her side.  "Give yourself a few
minutes while I soap us both again, then I'll help you up so you can
rinse.  After that, I guess we'd better shut the shower off and we can
dry each other."

I sighed tiredly.  "I hope I don't stagger when we leave.  Sex in the
shower, with a bitch, was never that intense."

She laughed.  "It was intense for me, too."

She paused without trying to get up, then sighed.  "Walter?  I never
thought I'd feel this close to a man again.  I hope you want to try
for something more than a few quickies on the road, and then we go our
separate ways again."

I matched her sigh.  "I need to think about that.  Technically, I'm
independent, even though I do almost all my work for one company.  Bob
got me started, and he's been damn good to me over the years.  I doubt
if he'd be too upset about me leaving and working for someone else.
All he'd have to do is put one of the on call drivers on full time
status."

"Would he be ok with my company asking that he hire you out to us, so
you still have access to any trailer supplies you'd need?  They'd put
you on a guaranteed retainer and want you to put us first when you
have to schedule jobs or go on the road to fix problems when you
aren't being an escort."

She giggled.  "I bet they'd be interested in your partner, too, since
it's not unusual for me to need two escorts.  And...  Yes, I've had
requests for setup crew recommendations, so I could send anything in
your home area his way, too, or even out of the area stuff if he's
interested."

I laughed.  "You're making it hard to turn it down.  What about
medical coverage?"

"Full medical after six months probation, during which you're covered
for job related stuff only."

I thought about it, then managed a tired chuckle.  "He's been making
noises about retiring in the near future.  I'd be worried more, if he
hadn't been making those noises for the last ten years.  Tell your
company to talk to him about a serious buy out offer that promises to
keep all his crews in place, and let his current office staff manage
the business.  If they know anything about the business, they have to
know how long it takes to put together the kind of business that
doesn't depend on pick up crews to get the work done.  The 'newest'
person has been working for Bob for five years."

She surprised me.  "What if they offered to make the money available
so *you* could buy the company, then agree to subcontract all our
escort work to you, until you've paid them back?"

"I'm numb.  Who wants me more?  You, or your company?"

"Tough call, really.  One of our biggest problems has always been
finding experienced escorts on short notice.  You *have* to know how
rare it is to find ones who are also set up for otr repairs and
support.  They could double whatever you're making now, and I know
they'd think it was a bargain, because they wouldn't have to call in
emergency road services when there's a break down, unless it's the rig
itself that has problems."

I nodded.  "Ok, Heather.  Even if we don't work out long term, I'd
like the chance to own the business, since I've put a lot of sweat
into making sure we have the sort of reputation that gets us called
first by the people who have been around a long time, like we have.
After we get this trailer delivered, let's see if your people will
really be willing to give me the loan, then we'll all talk to Bob and
see what he thinks."

She turned and hugged me.  "Thanks for the trust.  One reason I've
stayed this long is because the company is still run by working
truckers, who keep a close eye on the accountants.  Our unofficial
motto is 'Forget the cost, and do the job right the first time.' "

I smiled.  "Guess that explains the absurd offer of two dollars per
mile for a routine escort job?"

"That's the minimum offer for an emergency escort, one I can make
without calling in."

"I could have held out for more?  Never thought about it, because I
think it's a windfall of some sort, considering you also agreed to pay
my expenses, and you have to know even at its best, a one ton uses a
lot of fuel."

She nodded.  "The real point is, I've been parked for two days, when I
should have been making money, or at least been available to move
something else.  Sure, I could have offered more, if I'd called in
first.  As it is, I know you're going to be getting whatever they
figure is normal for an emergency road service call, and will also get
paid for any work you do on the road."

She grinned.  "We know the going rates.  The two dollars plus expenses
offer is designed to do what it did, which is be so absurdly high that
people don't take the time to think about asking for more."

I laughed.  "It worked, especially since I'm going that direction
anyway and anything earned is a bonus.  Usually I'm willing to make
enough to cover my expenses, since the job I'm headed to already pays
my expenses both ways, as part of the normal billing.  Any time we can
reduce the customer's bill, we take advantage of the situation and do
it."

She laughed.  "Fortunately, this pull was already being billed at our
short notice rate, just in case I ran into problems."

She rolled to her knees, than stood and reached down to help me up.
"Recovered any?"

"A little.  At least now I'm only feeling like I put in one of those
long, glad it's over, days."

"Good!  I have a sleeper waiting, after we have some sort of dinner."

I froze, then started laughing until I had to brace on the wall.
"Sorry!  I forgot I was going to eat right after I got fuel.  I
suddenly realized I'm starving!"

She giggled.  "I'm not starving for food, but I know I need something
to eat.  I'll buy, and it will give us both some time to sit and
recover before we try to walk across the lot to our rigs."

I chuckled, then let her help me rinse before I soaped her and
returned the favor.

The we dried off and I decided to hug her again.  "You know something?
This man woman stuff is a lot easier to get used to than I thought it
would be.  Wasn't expecting that."

She kissed me.  "I'm glad to hear that, of course.  I wasn't expecting
anything special to happen, because I am your first woman.  I never
dreamed that an experienced, zoo exclusive, man could be such a good
lover the first time he screwed me.  Surprises me that so much
experience is transferable."

"Surprised me, too.  One of my fears has always been performance
anxiety, because I have always kind of figured a woman would feel so
different I might not be able to get an erection, or sustain it and
orgasm."

She smiled.  "You're fully functional, and even if you weren't, it
wouldn't bother me much because I'd love to have you working my spine
while I'm tied with Lance."

She blushed.  "That's if he'll let you near me when he's tied.  I
think he'll be ok with you spending time in the sleeper, because he's
used to having to share it with a co driver sometimes, and when that
happens, we don't do anything unusual, of course."

"I know how that is.  Usually we arrange for a motel room when I'm on
the road, but sometimes I've napped in the truck.  Not the most
comfortable experience, and sometimes I wish I'd gone ahead and bought
one of the one ton van type haulers that has a sleeper for the back
seat."

"If the buyout works, you could be thinking about that as an option."

"I suppose so.  I'm so used to the truck, I really don't want to go
through the hassle of learning how a new one behaves."

"I never thought about that.  I'm used to driving different tractors,
depending on the job, so I guess I'm more adaptable.  All part of
being a company driver, I guess."

I nodded, then started getting dressed.  "Table it for now, or use it
as something to fuel some dreams.  I admit I've thought about buying
Bob out, but I never expected that kind money would be there for me,
since I'm self employed in a business that can come to a halt when the
weather gets bad, or the economy changes.  Not the escort stuff.  We
could do that exclusively, if we wanted to.  But even that can be idle
sometimes, because too many people are willing to put a sign on the
roof, then put a CB in the vehicle and call themselves an escort
vehicle, to save a couple hundred dollars on the transport cost if
it's not a local move."

She sighed.  "And then they scream they've been raped if they have a
problem on the road and have to call for service, right?"

"Yep."

"That might be an extra benefit if you agree to escort for us.  We
don't move anything unless we supply the escorts.  It would be nice to
have an in house escort service so we don't have to depend on being
able to find ones on short notice.  Ben was an independent, but we
always had first call on his services when we needed one in his
service area."

I raised my eyebrows.  "Ben?  I didn't know him that well, but I knew
him well enough to know he had nothing but contempt for drugs and
alcohol.  He had some pretty impressive horror stories about guys he'd
seen get injured because they got careless or casual on the job.  I
can see him speeding, barely, but on drugs?  Doesn't sound like the
Ben I got to know over the years."

It was her turn to pause and raise her eyebrows.  "I didn't get a
chance to know him that well.  What I mentioned is what was passed on
to me, as speculation, because there was no sign he tried to avoid
what happened, and they were pretty  sure he was doing at least ninety
when hit the opposite side of the drainage ditch."

I sighed.  "I don't get it, then.  I suppose if he realized he was
late for his meeting with you, he might have pushed things and done
some speeding, but every time that happened when he worked with us, he
called to let us know he might be late."

I shut up and finished getting dressed, then repacked my shower kit
and made sure the used condom was tucked away so it wouldn't fall out
if the bag came open.

Eventually we were both ready, so we did a final check and headed to
the restaurant for dinner.

Dinner was relaxed, and all we did was swap stories about life on the
road, which was the usual pastime for people like us when we had time
to slow down.

About the only personal stuff that got talked about, and that almost
in passing, was that we'd do the job, then I'd be able to spend at
least half a day with her, or one night, depending on how things went,
then I'd have to go ahead and do the job I was already scheduled to
do.

She'd do whatever she had to do, and from there it would depend on
whether I was able to buy Bob out, and if we actually managed to
develop a serious relationship.

The one thing she could guarantee was that if I wanted to work for the
same people she did, I would be able to keep busy and spend most of my
time as her personal escort driver, because usually all she pulled
were oversize loads.

That was when I admitted I was already thinking about getting out of
the set and tear down part, but hadn't been serious about it yet
because the one problem that worried me was making sure I was working
full time.

I couldn't speak for my usual partner, but I knew he was more
interested in local work, so he could settle with his wife.

Things were slow enough we didn't need to worry about taking up a
table, so we killed almost two hours before we decided to head back to
the rigs and settle for the night, after we made the usual restroom
stops.

We killed some more time while she hauled Lance out for his chance to
stretch his legs and go to the bathroom, before they went to bed, then
I grabbed my robe and the rest of the condoms before the three of us
clambered into her rig to see how things worked out.

I hadn't looked earlier, so this time I deliberately studied her
sleeper, then laughed.  "Lots of room, and I see it has a bunk bed."

She giggled.  "Lance likes it when he wants to stretch out, or when
there's a co driver and both of us need to sleep at the same time.  So
far, nobody has complained when I make them use the bunk so Lance and
I can share the lower one.  I've double bunked before, so that part of
it shouldn't be a problem."

I smiled, and reached to scritch between Lance's ears when he settled
in front of me.  "Looks like he's accepted me."

She laughed.  "He loves attention.  Only thing I'm worried about is
when we decide to cuddle in front of him.  I'm thinking the best way
to do this is for you to settle first, then strip after I put all the
outside curtains up.  After that, I'll strip and join you.

"Ok."

Then she blushed.  "Don't be surprised if Lance decides to get
intimate with me.  I've tried to make sure he understands that I have
to close the sleeper curtain too, when I'm naked, before he should do
anything, but sometimes he forgets and starts nosing me as soon as I
start stripping after the main ones are up."

I chuckled briefly, then sobered.  "I understand.  It's your 'home',
so whatever you decide to do is fine with me.  I've always wanted to
be around an active zoo, female or male, so if you decide to let him
do whatever he wants, I'd like to have your permission to watch."

She smiled.  "I want you to work my back while he's tied, remember? If
he's ok with it, I want you to join and make it a threesome."

I grimaced.  "I did forget about that.  This has all happened pretty
damn fast."

"You ok?"

"Oh, I'm fine, I think, if you forget about the confusion and feeling
I need to rethink who I am.  Been zoo exclusive for twenty one years,
and now I suddenly know I can be het with a woman.  It's quite a
shock."

She stayed silent while she put up the curtains, then she paused to
hug and pet Lance before she crawled into the sleeper and started
stripping, after I had stripped and settled.

She giggled when Lance decided to nose her, then she rolled on her
back and spread her legs slightly when he tried to get to her pubic
area.

By then I'd shifted so I was on my side and propped up so I could
watch.

"Reminds me of what I'd do with my bitches when we were private.  Is
he always that gentle?"

She pulled my head down and kissed me before she answered.  "If I'm on
my back, yes.  He might work me awhile to see if he can get me on my
hands and knees, or eventually stop and go to sleep with his head on
my thigh.  Don't know what he'll do with you here."

"Ok."

She reached and petted Lance's head while he worked her, then, he
seemed to realize she wasn't going to do anything more, because he
quit licking her and raised his head to look at her for a few seconds.

Then he surprised us both when he checked my crotch out with his nose,
without doing anything, before he settled next to her and put his head
on her chest.

She sighed, smiled, then started idly petting him.  "Go ahead and try
petting him.  When he's like this he's usually ready for any attention
he can get."

I laughed.  "If he's anything like my bitches were, he's also making
it pretty clear he considers you his  They tended to use that position
when they were letting company know who owned me.  They weren't
aggressive about it, but we still knew what they were saying."

She managed a slight head shake.  "I don't think that's what Lance is
doing.  We do this a lot as our way of sharing the afterglow until I'm
ready to go to sleep, or he wants to settle for the night."

"Ok.  Still, I'm going to move slow."

I let him check out my hand, then, when he didn't do anything, I moved
to his forehead and ears.

All he did was close his eyes, so I slowly and gently nibbled lightly
with my fingers, until I was running my hand over his side and petting
him.

I watched carefully, and eventually chuckled a little, then resettled
on my side next to Heather.  "Is he actually going to sleep like
that?"

"Yes.  He'll probably wake up if I make any sudden moves or try to get
more comfortable.  Guess he's decided you can be trusted.  I'm glad. I
don't know what I'll do if he gets possessive.  Never had to worry
about it before, because I've never been naked in the sleeper and had
a man here with us."

"Ok.  As much as I want to explore, I know I need to put it on hold,
so I'm fresh in the morning.  Plus, I don't want to accidentally push
Lance into deciding I shouldn't be here."

She sighed.  "I don't doubt people want us on the road tomorrow, but
even with the delay, the customer isn't going to be too unhappy if we
take our time getting there.  It's a new construction site, and I was
told they will be spending the next couple weeks bringing stuff in
from all over the country before they start working.  They move their
smaller trailers themselves, but called us in because they don't have
anything big enough  to pull this monster."

I chuckled.  "I've never done anything wider than a fourteen anyway.
We let people who are used to dealing with all the problems of pulling
the wider stuff deal with them."

She turned on her side so she could snuggle against me, then sighed.
"That could be a problem, because I do move a lot of sixteens in the
southeast part of the country."

I dared to put an arm over her after I rolled to face her, and sighed
with relief when Lance let me get away with it.

"I can adapt.  We're best known for moving doubles, and used trailers,
into places that don't allow anything that's over fourteen wide. There
are a couple of smaller outfits that get most of the wider stuff, and
they tend to send the rest of us the fourteens and under, unless
things are so slow they need to move them to pay the bills. So, we all
trade jobs and take care of each other."

"Mmm.  We're big enough we can move anything, and have drivers
available.  Charge enough that I usually only pull a couple times a
week, and that works out because I like to do the longer hauls.  Got
lots of drivers willing to do the local stuff.  I don't have a lot of
expenses, because all I have is an RV trailer in a park for when we
have more than a day or so to ourselves.  Usually we live in motels,
or out of the cab of whatever rig I'm driving."

Her hand moved to my penis, and slowly worked me until I was erect,
then she sighed deeply.  "Damnit.  Now I wish I hadn't let my
prescription expire.  Too used to making sure the man had condoms, and
I don't have any in the cab, either.  I want to feel you in me while
we're facing each other."

"Relax.  I grabbed my box and stuck it in my pocket.  There were a few
left in it.  Before we pull out in the morning, I can buy another box
or two."

"You sound like you're thinking long term."

"I am.  Gonna sound a little strange, but being like this has made me
realize I don't care what I'm with, as long as it's female, we have
some sort of emotional connection, and she's willing to let me fuck
and cuddle."

"Mmm.  Since we're trying to be honest with each other, I'm going to
admit I was scared inside, about letting you see Lance do anything he
wanted to with me.  He's slowing down from age, too.  He's about nine.
Ex gave him to me when he was a puppy, then paid for all the training
as soon as he was old enough."

"Worried about what you are going to do after he dies?"

"Yes.  I'm going to hurt real bad, because I love him more than I ever
did any man."

"Yeah.  I've always hated knowing I was going to outlive my lovers, as
long as I stayed zoo exclusive.  I still miss Tillie, a lot, since I
got her as a puppy, and she was almost thirteen when she died in my
arms at the vets."

Heather hugged me.  "And you logged almost a million miles together."

"Yep.  She only had obedience training, but the truck was as much her
home as the house was, so she got protective of it.  On site, I
usually kept her on a long chain that was hooked to the hitch so she
could have access to the area around the truck.  Kept everyone except
me and my partner away from it unless they were with one of us.  We
generally kept the boxes locked anyway, but it was nice not to worry
while we were setting up in the morning, or putting things away at the
end of the day."

She giggled.  "Lance has always ridden with me once he was trained.
One of my co drivers built us a special set of steps and a platform I
can hook to the truck when we stop, so he can get in and out when
there aren't running boards.  I was using a folding ramp with some
grip tape on it, before that."

I laughed.  "Sounds like he gets lots of leg exercise, one way or the
other."

She snuggled.  "When he jerks backwards, there's no stopping him.
However, since you have them available, let's use another one of your
condoms so I can feel what it's like to be pulled forward, for a
change."

I laughed and she let me pull away so I could find my pants and dig
out the box.  I held the box while she dug one of the condoms out,
then she worked me erect and put it on.

After that she moved and lined me up.  "Just a connected snuggle, ok?
I want more, but I agree that we need to be reasonably alert
tomorrow."

I sighed.  "Weren't for that, I'd be willing to make love anyway, and
get a late start."

We helped each other move until I was in as far as I could go, then we
spent some time figuring out where to put everything so we'd be
reasonably comfortable while we slept.

After we found our positions, Lance repositioned himself, then all of
us called it a night.

* * *

We woke up at dawn, snuggled briefly, then removed the condom and got
dressed while we got our lines of communication sorted out.  Then it
was breakfast, a last chance for Lance to stretch and go to the
bathroom, and we were on our way.

We were both relieved when we got to our destination without any
problems, a day and a half later.

They had the equipment to spot it when they were ready to place it, so
she parked it where they wanted it, disconnected, and then I swapped
the original tire for mine, so I'd have a full set again.

We pulled out, found the nearest truck stop, refueled, and had lunch.

While we waited to get our food, she called in to confirm she still
had the time she'd been counting on.

She did, and suddenly we didn't know what to do.

"Walter, I can't believe this.  You'd think we'd have a clue about
what to do next, other than hit the nearest motel that allows dogs,
call for some take out, then strip and relax until tomorrow morning."

I laughed.  "Is there any reason we *shouldn't* take advantage of
things going right, and do exactly that?"

She looked a little stunned, then laughed.  "No, there isn't, is
there?  We have some good reasons to do it that way, don't we?"

I sighed.  "Yes, we do, and to me, the most important one is time.
It's going to be at least four days before I can come back this
direction, maybe five, depending on how much restocking I have to do
when I get done."

She started to say something, stopped, and then reached for her phone
again.  Before she dialed, she studied me thoughtfully.  "I know it's
sudden, but do you think we could get along with each other if Lance
and I rode with you during that time?"

I chuckled.  "Don't see why not.  I'm willing to do it, but what about
the tractor?"

"That's what I need to check on.  Maybe I can park it at the truck
stop for the next driver to pick up, and I can get my next pull
somewhere in your area, with a local tractor."

She made the call, and when she couldn't get anything to send her back
the way we came, I suddenly straightened.  "Hang on!  Let me call Bob
and see if our driver has left yet.  If he hasn't, I'm pretty certain
Bob would be willing to pay you to move the first half so you don't
have to dead head back."

She laughed, told her dispatcher to wait while I checked, and we got
lucky.  Our rig was late getting out because he'd picked up a bunch of
nails in the tires on one side when he dropped an office trailer at a
construction site.  Bob readily agreed to the switch in plans because
he had a bunch of local moves he could move up to help pay for the
tires, and the driver would make more than he would have, had he done
the original pull, only

I handed my phone to Heather, she got real busy, and by the time it
was over, we'd be able to take the next day off, then head out to hook
up the first half and I could make sure everything was ready to move,
before Bob sent my partner and the rig over so we could move both
halves at the same time.  They'd load all the spare axels on the rig,
then we'd transfer them to the one ton for the move itself.

After she hung the phones up, we both grinned at each other.

I spoke first.  "And suddenly, we have even more time to make this
crazy situation work, right?"

She smiled.  "I like the way you said that.  Let's spend some of that
time on the phones tomorrow, seeing if you can buy out Bob."

"Sounds good to me."

Our food arrived, so we kept the conversation relaxed while we ate,
then lingered for desert while we spent time swapping stories that
were a little more personal than road stuff, if you can call stories
of failed pickups at truck stops, personal.

Eventually she paid the bill, and we headed back to the vehicles.  She
found an out of the way spot to park the tractor, then we transferred
Lance and her personal stuff to my truck, and went looking for a
motel.

We found one, hauled our stuff inside, took Lance for a long walk,
then locked the door and pulled the curtains.

I helped her spread her sleeping bag on one of the beds, then we
stripped and settled on it.

After we were comfortable she called Lance up to see what he'd do, and
he nosed her for awhile, then pawed one of her thighs as if he was
trying to turn her over.

I laughed.  "Looks like he knows what motel rooms are really for."

She laughed.  "I never thought I'd have a man in the room, and be
letting Lance fuck me."

"I always felt the same way about fucking one of my bitches in front
of someone else.  Closest I got was a hurried withdrawal when my
partner got back from dinner with a girlfriend.  Tillie never minded,
but it *was* hard to keep her from cleaning me up because she thought
we were done."

She got to her hands and knees, and Lance was on her and humping
strongly before she was settled.

She grunted a couple times, then reached back and grabbed him to guide
him into position.

He drove a few more times, then hunched and held it before he turned
his head to look in my direction after he collapsed on her back.

She finally turned her head and smiled.  "He's usually a lot gentler
when he lines up.  I think he's a little frustrated, because we didn't
do anything last night."

I chuckled.  "You know better than I would.  Could be telling me your
his bitch, too."

She giggled, then reached up to rub his head.  "I've got him.  See
what happens when you introduce yourself to him again."

I brought my hand up and let him sniff it, then he put his nose under
it and lifted.

I chuckled.  "I think he wants his head worked, but hang on anyway."

I slid across his nose to his forehead and between his ears, then  dug
in lightly with my fingers while talking to him softly.

Eventually I started to work down his neck, and he tensed slightly, so
I went back to rubbing between his ears and he relaxed again.  I
rubbed a little longer before I stopped and pulled away to settle on
my side so I could watch them.

Heather sighed.  "I felt him tense.  What happened?"

"Not sure, really.  I started working my way down his neck, then he
tensed, so I backed off."

She sighed.  "I forgot about that.  He's been trained to not let
anyone get their hands near his collar unless I tell him it's ok."

"No problem.  Probably need to let him have more time to get used to
me being around.  I assume his tolerance right now is because of
having co drivers in the room sometimes?"

"Yes.  He knows some of them fairly well, so once we've settled, he
settles on their bed and sucks up all the attention they'll give him,
before he moves back to mine to keep an eye on them once I go to
sleep."

My eyebrows had gone up by the time she finished.  "You actually share
a room with some of your co-drivers?"

She laughed.  "Only the women drivers and helpers."

I blushed.  "Oops.  Sorry.  I really do know there are lots of women
drivers out there."

"It's ok.  It really hasn't happened that often over the years, and it
was usually on jobs that had a pretty tight schedule, so we had to
keep the tractor on the road almost constantly."

Suddenly Lance pulled his haunches away and I heard the sound as his
semen and her fluids gushed out when his penis came free.

He nosed himself, then decided to clean her up first, so I got to
watch as his penis finished deflating and his sheath recovered it
until the tip was sticking out.  He turned, licked it a few times,
until it was hidden again, then settled at the foot of the bed after
he got a drink of water.

Heather had been watching me, and when our eyes met, she smiled.  "Go
ahead.  I think it's safe for you to check me out."

"Ahh...  Am I that obvious?"

"Yes."

"Mind if I taste you?"

"Make a deal?"

"Maybe."

"You used to get your bitches to orgasm by licking them, right?"

"You want me to do you like I used to do them?"

"Please, if you're ok with it."

I grinned.  "I love the taste of a freshly fucked bitch.  You want to
stay like that, or get on your back?"

She laughed and rolled to her back.  "Grrrrrowwwlll!"

"Arf!"

Then she surprised me.  "If you do manage to get me to orgasm, ignore
me, and keep going.  I want to try for multiple orgasms."

"How will I know when to stop?"

"If I pass out, don't worry about it, just snuggle with me. Otherwise,
I'll probably whisper stop, or try to push you away."

I glanced at the floor.  "What do we do about Lance, if he decides to
get involved, or worried?"

She sighed, then shook her head wearily.  "You're right.  Let me get
up, and I'll short leash him to something solid.  I don't think he'll
be a problem, but neither of us will be in a good position to stop
him."

She finally decided to hook the end of his leash over the inside knob
on the bathroom door, then close the door on it.  After that she put
him on a down and told him to relax  He took it all in stride and
curled up to go to sleep, after she bent down and petted him while she
praised him.

After she stood, she watched him a bit longer, then, when she came
back to bed, she was smiling.  "I've had to short leash him before,
when there was another dog or bitch with us, so he's sort of used to
the idea."

"Good, because I don't want him going after me if you get too vocal or
something that makes him think I'm hurting you."

She stretched out again and giggled.  "He's used to me being vocal and
passionate, now.  When we first started, he'd stop because he thought
he was hurting me.  Now, if you'd...  Get started..."

I chuckled.  "No promises, and hopefully I get this right."

"Pretend I'm a bitch, and read my body language!"

"Right!  I can do that."

Since we were starting over, instead of building on what had happened
with Lance, it took me a long time to work her to the point she
started moaning, and then I experimented with various combinations of
my fingers and thumb until I found one that seemed to work, because
suddenly her hips drove into me, and she grabbed my head and shoved it
against her pubes.

I followed her directions and did my best to ignore her soft moans,
until she arched again, and suddenly went so limp I thought she really
had passed out.  I kept going, and laved her as gently as I could,
until I felt one of her hands touch my head, and she pushed so lightly
I almost didn't notice the pressure.

It was enough, though, and somewhat reluctantly I pulled away so I
could look at her face, and she had...

A smile I knew I'd never forget.

"Heather?"

"Mmm..."

"That has to be the oddest smile I've ever seen."

"Mmmhmmm..."

I chuckled.  "Anybody home?"

"Mmmaybe..."

Then she held her arms out.  "Before you snuggle, how's Lance doing?"

I turned my head, and smiled.  "I think he decided to ignore us. Looks
like he's asleep, and dreaming of you."

"Dreaming of me?"

"Well, he's definitely humping *something*."

She rolled to her side and raised herself to watch him, then rolled
back and held her arms out again.  "On top, like you've just finished
fucking me.  I just realized that's the only position that's right for
how I feel."

I settled, started to brace myself so she'd be able to breathe, and
she hugged me.  "I won't crush, you know.  All of your weight."

I sighed.  "Ok, if you have trouble breathing, let me know."

She laughed softly.  "My ex was heavier than you, and I never had any
problems."

"Ok."

I relaxed until she had all of my weight, and she mmmed again.  "Thank
you, Walter.  I'm not going to lie and tell you it was the best oral
sex I've ever had, but it *was* exactly what I needed."

"You're welcome, Heather.  Do you realize I made a mistake?"

"Oh?  I orgasmed, many times.  I don't call that a mistake."

"Umm...  I don't, either.  The mistake I'm talking about, is not
getting the condoms out and putting them where we could reach them.  I
have this problem that could use some attention."

I moved my hips slightly, and she giggled.  "I see.  Well, I'll deal
with it in a few minutes, after I recover a little.  Ok?"

I kissed her, then pulled back so we could watch each other.  "It's
not that urgent."

She smiled.  "Maybe not, but I was never a tease, and I owe you. Which
do you prefer?  A blow job, or spooning and fucking me in the ass?"

"Spooning wouldn't destroy the mood, right?  And we could fall asleep
together if neither of us has to use the bathroom?"

She sighed.  "You would mention that.  Now I need to go.  Let's roll
so I'm on top, then I'll be back."

We rolled, then she bent her head and kissed me.  "Be right back."

I chuckled.  'I might as well use the bathroom myself, and get the
condoms.  Much rather go to sleep face to face, anyway. Old habit,
when I didn't have to worry about company catching us."

"Mmm...  Good.  I like it that way, too, and Lance has never been
comfortable with it when we've tried."

We talked it over and decided that since this time was going to be
gentler, and then we'd be going to sleep, she'd turn Lance loose.

We settled again, she installed the condom, and then invited Lance on
the bed before we started fucking each other.

He nosed us both, then settled against her back with his chin on her
side.

I laughed.  "I think he's letting you know he's not happy about being
tied earlier."

She giggled.  "Maybe he's making sure you do a good job."

"I can take a hint."

She let me set my own pace, and I kept to a slow fuck that eventually
had me too close to orgasming, so I forgot about her and Lance while I
pulled us together firmly until I lurched my hips forward and my
muscles spasmed as I pulsed into her.

When I came out of it, I relaxed my death grip and took the time to
pet Lance, who seemed to have ignored the action and managed to keep
his head on her side.

When he got tired of the attention he shifted and curled against her
back, then apparently went to sleep.

I kissed Heather and stroked her side a few times before I smiled.
"Did he manage to keep his head on you through all that?"

She blushed.  "No.  I guess you didn't notice him when he shifted to
lick my butt and keep his nose between my thighs until just before you
orgasmed?"

I thought back and did my own blush.  "Those weren't your fingers
working my balls?"

"No.  I was busy fingering your ass and walking your spine with my
fingers."

I tried to picture what must have happened.  "I don't remember you
lifting your top leg.  How'd he get to me?"

She giggled.  "Leverage.  Sometimes I play a game with him and lie
face down, then make him work his nose between my thighs until he can
lick me.  I moved my upper leg a little to make it easier, but not
much.  He didn't need much room to get his tongue where he wanted it."

"Oh.  Ok.  I can't believe I didn't notice that it was his tongue."

"You ok with what happened?"

"All part of the experience.  I guess he's ok with us fucking, so I'm
going to feel a lot better about doing things with him around.  I just
hope he lets me get involved more when he's fucking you."

She kissed me.  "There's no hurry, right?"

I yawned.  "Sorry.  You're right.  You've made a decision easier.
Thanks."

"What decision?"

"I want to see where we go, before I start thinking about getting
another bitch."

She was silent for awhile, then she hugged me and snuggled.  "If
that's your way of saying you think you're giving serious
consideration to going human only, to make this work, you don't have
to, but thank you.  If we're still together when Lance dies, I'll
probably get another dog to ride in the cab as protection, but I may
not see if he wants to be a lover, at first."

It was my turn to do the kissing.  "I want to give a human
relationship a fair chance, mostly.  Can't do that if I add a bitch to
it.  What you do is up to you, because I have to admit having him
involved has been enjoyable."

"Thanks, Walter."

We rearranged ourselves until we were both comfortable, then we went
to sleep.

* * *

A low pitched 'woof!' that sounded like it was next to my ear, jerked
me awake. 

Before I could say anything, or really figure out what was going on,
Heather giggled.  "Ok, big boy.  Give me a chance to get my robe on."

The bed shifted slightly, then Heather kissed me before she rolled
away and sat on the edge of the bed,  "Sorry, Walter.  That was his
way of telling me he has to go, now."

My brain finally woke up a little.  "Oh.  I was used to something with
a little less volume, and further away from my ear when they couldn't
get my attention with the usual tag shake, or silent stare."

She got up and went to get her robe out.  After she had it on, she
grabbed her key card and Lance's leash.  "We'll be back as soon as
he's done."

I yawned and stretched.  "No problem.  Just part of having a dog,
right?  Go deal with him.  While you're gone, I'll take some time for
myself, so I can focus on us after you get back.

She glanced at the clock.  "I hope he didn't wake anyone up.  I'm
usually a light sleeper, and wake up when he noses my face."

She hooked him up and put her card in one of the pockets.  "Come on,
big guy."

Then she was gone.

I lay there, looking at the ceiling but not seeing it, while I thought
about all the stuff that had happened before we went to sleep.

I couldn't stop making comparisons, but all I could really figure out,
without understanding it, was that I felt better than I ever had after
making love with one of my bitches.

At that point I decided to just go with the flow and accept it,
without trying to overanalyze things.  Heather and Lance were now, and
far more important than obsessing over my past.

Thinking done, my attention was able to wander a little, and my body
was the first thing I noticed..  I chuckled when I realized I probably
had to go as badly as Lance did, so I got up and 'did my thing' before
I put my own robe on and settled after I opened the curtains enough I
could watch Heather and Lance when they crossed my field of view.

Eventually they headed back.

When they came through the door, Heather noticed me and smiled.
"Spying on us?"

"I suppose.  Doing it without thinking, or doing anything profound.
Did that before I got up."

"Got up?  That mean you're up for the day?"

"Nothing like that.  Rather be back in bed, with you next to me.
Wasn't any point in getting in it until you two got back, that's all."

"Oh.  Let me check his water, and put his food down for him, then I
can settle again."

She took care of Lance, then herself.  After that was done we went
back to bed and snuggled.

We kissed, then she smiled at me.  "I think I recognize the signs.
Still in the amazed afterglow, and contemplative?"

"I guess.  It was a strange feeling, to lie here after you left, and
realize that I felt better than I ever did after making love to one of
my bitches.  Before you get worried, I didn't obsess about it, and
just decided to go with the flow and accept it's happened.  Maybe I'm
part dog.  I don't know.  Mostly, I think I'm tired of having to
always think about the future, and I want to live in the present for
awhile."

"What about your past?"

"It got me here, with you.  I'm not going to second guess it.  I don't
think I made many bad decisions, and those had nothing to do with
being a zoo, so relax.  Normally, I'm pretty upbeat about life."

"Ah.  Sounds like you have the same problem I do.  The euphoria has
been wonderful, and now you want the rest of it?  Some downtime with
someone you can truly relax with because you know they'll understand
all of you, and accept it?"

"Good call.  Done it online, a little, but this in person stuff... You
ever wonder if that weird stuff about 'knowing' something is right was
really possible?"

"Am I pushing to fast if I admit I feel like I found my second
husband?"

"Nahh...  All you did was beat me to saying it.  I guess you did what
I always did when I was walking the girls?  Used the time to let your
mind drift and thought about the stuff you sorta avoided because you
had to focus on making a living, and all that?"

"Somethimg like that.  I'm not ready to be a more traditional wife,
Walter.  After all these years, the road is in my blood."

"Mine, too.  I told you I was thinking about quitting the setup stuff
and going back to doing what I enjoy the most.  Be nice to be married
to a woman who understands that."

She laughed.  "Even better because we'd be a team and get paid to
travel together?"

"Yeah.  Buying out Bob is really sounding like it would be a good
investment for our future.  It would give us something to retire into,
right?"

"Right.  Didn't we forget something important?"

"Important?"

"Crazy goof.  The question and answer stuff.  You know.  The part
where one of us gets nervous and asks 'Will you marry me?' and the
other one maybe hesitates for some reason, then  decides to say,
'Yeah.  Sure'."

"Weird.  I'm so used to bitches that I just assumed we'd stay together
until one of us died.  Make a deal?  If we can still stand to be
around each other after the next few days, and the pull, let's do the
rest of it?  You know more about getting married than I do, and I've
always heard the groom just keeps his mouth shut, so you can make all
the arrangements, then tell me when to show up, what to wear, and all
that stuff."

She kissed me.  "I'll handle the wedding, but you get to deal with
making the arrangements to buy out your friend."

"Ok.  Thanks, Heather.  Even if your company won't help, I'll find a
way.  So we have a deal?  Marriage, with Lance as the co-husband even
though we can't admit he's more than a protection dog to you?"

"If you decide to add a bitch back, someday, I'll be ok with it, and
not feel like I've failed.  Deal."

"Thanks, Heather.  I'm too tired, and feel too good, to want to worry
about the rest of the world.  C'mere and let's get comfortable again."

She suddenly yawned, and giggled after she finished.  "I thought I
felt pretty good after we first met.  Then, I felt even better after
last night.  Now, though..."

I smiled and put an arm over her and drew us together.  "Yeah.  All
those years of wondering, and now we know, don't we?"

"Yep.  Zoos can find their perfect partner, too."
---

Author's Note:

I think I had the idea for the opening scene sometime between 2000 and
2004.  I know it was no later than 2004, but that's the best I can do
because my working notes were sporadic back then, and for some reason
I never wrote the scene down until early 2010.

Once I started writing it, it proceeded in steps until April, when I
stopped working on it because I couldn't find a way to continue it.
This sort of hiatus in my writing isn't unusual.

Anyway, I've kept looking at it since then, but nothing really jumped
out at me and said 'this is how it should go', until now.

So, it is with a slight sense of relief that I can now call this one
complete.

Thanks for reading it neighbor.
====

End: 'Pilot to Driver'

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