It was supposed to be a joke. A dare. A horny couple’s game on a cold night off the E6. I didn’t think she’d actually go through with it. I didn’t think watching her disappear into that truck cab would turn me on so much I couldn’t breathe.
The heater ticked in intervals. Outside, snow was coming down in fat, lazy flakes, piling up in soft mounds around the tires. The rest stop sat quiet off the E6, just past Mo i Rana, nothing but the hum of parked semis and the buzz of overhead sodium lights. The orange glow made the snow look dirty, like rust bleeding through white.
Inside their car, the air was warm, edged with the smell of road trip snacks and the faint trace of sex, her perfume, his sweat, the ghosts of fingers under a skirt that hadn’t led anywhere. Not yet.
Anders slouched behind the wheel, scrolling aimlessly through his phone, though he hadn’t registered a word in ten minutes. His attention kept drifting back, Maren, stretched across the backseat, coat open, skirt hiked just enough to tease. She wasn’t trying to seduce him. Not directly. Just existing with that slow, lazy confidence that made his cock throb under the waistband of his jeans.
She sipped from a lukewarm gas station coffee, then nodded toward the line of trucks in the far lot.
“You ever wonder if those guys get lonely out here?”
Anders glanced over. A dozen rigs, engines idling, cabs curtained off or glowing dim yellow through steamed-up glass.
“I mean… probably?” he said. “Long-haul life looks brutal.”
“You think any of them would let me in if I knocked?” she asked, too casually.
Anders raised an eyebrow.
“Like, for a cup of tea? Or are we talking something less wholesome?”
She shrugged.
“Just saying. I bet at least one of them’s horny and bored.”
“You show up at a trucker’s door looking like that, they’re going to think you’re a hooker.”
That got a smirk out of her.
“Maybe I’ll charge next time.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“Wouldn’t I?”
Her tone had changed—less teasing now. Lower. Dangerous.
Anders felt a pulse of heat in his gut.
“Go on, then.”
She froze, smile twitching wider.
“Seriously?”
“Pick one. Knock. See what happens.”
“And if he invites me in?”
“Then… I’ll watch.”
A long silence. Then she moved.
No drama. No preamble. Just slipped on her coat, didn’t bother zipping it, and stepped out into the cold. Her boots crunched over gravel and snow.
Anders cracked the window just slightly. The cold air hit his face, sharp and grounding—but not enough to dull the ache growing in his jeans.
Maren passed two trucks. She stopped at the third. Knocked.
A pause. A window rolled down.
“You okay?” the trucker asked, wary.
“Cold night,” she said. “Thought you might want some company.”
“You lost or something?”
“Nope. Just bored. Lonely. Like you.”
Another silence. Then—
“You a working girl?”
“Not tonight. Just feeling generous.”
“Want to see something warm?”
Anders leaned forward just as she opened her coat and flashed him, breasts bared in the truck’s cab light.
“Jesus. I’m married.”
Thud. Window shut.
She turned away, not embarrassed, lit. She strolled to the next truck, hips looser now. Glowing.
She knocked. The door opened.
“You knock on every cab you see, sweetheart?”
“Only the ones that look like they know how to keep a girl warm.”
“You charge for this kind of visit?”
“No. Just a friendly dare.”
“You got a man watching?”
“Maybe.”
“He like seeing you do slutty things?”
“I think he does.”
“Climb up. Let’s see what kind of girl dares to knock.”
She obeyed.
The door shut behind her.
Anders sat frozen. His cock ached.
Then the curtain in the cab slid shut.
She was gone.
Anders sat in the car, windows fogging. The heater hummed. His jeans were still sticky from the orgasm he’d spilled without even touching himself.
The cab light snapped off.
His mind filled the gaps.
He pictured her on her knees, messy hair, flushed face, lips wrapped around a stranger’s cock. Or bent over, taking him raw, panting like an animal. Maybe she hadn’t even bothered to take her coat off. Maybe she’d asked for it.
The truck creaked on its suspension. Faint rhythmic thumps came through the cracked window. Then, softly, Maren’s moan.
He gripped the steering wheel.
He imagined her saying it. Saying she wanted it. Telling the stranger to come inside her. That her husband was waiting.
Then a second moan. Louder. Higher.
He could almost hear her begging.
Another creak. Anders stared at the dark cab, his pulse slamming behind his eyes.
And then, curtain parting. Just for a moment.
She was kneeling in the cab. Hair tousled. Thighs open. Her eyes locked on his.
Not ashamed. Claimed.
And then the curtain slid shut again.
He came a second time, untouched.
The truck door slammed behind her like a judgment.
Maren walked back across the lot without shame, coat open, hair messy, thighs glistening. She moved like someone who had won.
Anders sat in silence, still soaked in his own release.
She opened the door and climbed into the backseat without a word. Tossed her coat aside. Spread her legs.
“Still hard?” she asked, coldly amused.
He nodded.
“Of course you are. I saw you watching. Sitting there like a good little cuck while he filled me.”
Her smile was sharp. Knowing.
“He said my pussy was too tight to belong to a married woman. Told me you must not be using it right.”
She tilted her hips toward him.
“He didn’t ask if I was on the pill.”
“Didn’t pull out, either.”
A silence.
Then—
“You okay with that?”
Anders nodded. A pathetic little nod.
“He said he hoped it took.” She grinned. “Said I’d make a perfect little cum-dump breeder.”
She spread herself wider, showing him the slick heat between her thighs.
“Want to clean me up?”
He climbed over the console, dropped to his knees.
“Use your mouth.”
She grabbed his hair as he obeyed.
“Think he knocked me up?” she asked, cruel now.
“Wouldn’t that be perfect?”
“You, raising some trucker’s baby while I keep getting filled behind your back?”
He moaned against her.
“God, you’re pathetic.”
Then softer: “But you’re mine.”
“Say it.”
He pulled back, lips wet.
“I’m your pathetic little cuck. I’ll raise his baby if you tell me to.”
Her smile deepened.
“Good boy.”
And she pulled him in again.
