The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 18za

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PAUL C
PAUL C
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My heart settled down and I put the lorry into gear and headed for the crossroads.

It appeared deserted as we arrived. Without waiting I turned the lorry onto the dirt road and we bounced away into the jungle. I thought I heard Heather cry out once and looked over my shoulder into the back through the window in the rear of the cab.

I could see Howie. Still standing up holding the machine-gun. The others were out of sight.

"How did you learn how to drive one of these?" Louise asked.

I slowed down. No point in killing anyone in the back.

"Do you remember Len?" I looked across at her.

"Yes." She nodded. "He was at your wedding."

Thanks.

"Well his father owns a freight business." I explained. "He must have around twenty lorries and when we were younger some weekends we would help Len if he had the job of cleaning them. He taught us how to drive them to move them from their parking bays to the cleaning area and back again."

"I don't speak very much Spanish but did you say something about an airfield earlier?"

"Yes." I replied. "After the first World War my grandfather and grandmother came down to South America. Apparently a lot of former pilots did. Well they settled here and he helped set up the countries air force and the beginnings of their airmail service. Then there was the revolution and they had to get out quick."

"He's lived an exciting life, your grandfather."

"Yes. They did lots of things in the Second World War. They haven't told me everything yet."

"They?"

"My great uncle, Alistair, grandfather, father, Roddrego, Michael de Vane."

"And now you are following on."

"I hardly think so."

"Of course you are."

She reached over and placed her hand on my thigh and squeezed it. The long gear lever waved between us. I placed my hand upon it to steady it.

"What about that black panther?" She continued, her hand still on my thigh. "Then that rapist in the hospital. Then the fire in the pub and the extortionist in London. Then saving me. Then your cruise to Haiti and what happened there. Then Howie's wedding and what you did for me then."

She knew more about me than I did myself. That would be Carole telling her those stories.

"Mostly accidents." I said.

And they were. I never went anywhere looking for bother. It just had a knack of finding me and wrapping itself around me, stroking me. As Louise was doing to my thigh.

I could feel my prick growing. Starting to make a little tent in my trousers. I glanced over my shoulder and saw that nobody was looking so I took my hand from the top of the gear stick and guided her hand onto it.

That felt nice. All thoughts of my promise to my grandfather had left me as her fingers started moving. Up and down the length of my prick. I wanted to lean back and close my eyes and wallow in the sensations she was creating but I had to watch the road and over my shoulder.

She moved her fingers known the length of my prick and wormed them between my thighs to cup my balls. I tried to open my legs and keep my foot on the accelerator.

This wasn't going to work. I pulled her hand back onto my prick and unzipped my flies. With difficulty we managed to get the end of my prick through the opening and her hand closed around it. She moved it up and down uncovering the head of my prick as she did so.

I glanced at Louise. She smiled at me.

I placed my hand on the back of her head and pulled it down towards my lap. She resisted at first and increased the movements of her hand. I pulled again. She looked over her shoulder in the rear of the lorry and moved her head towards me. I almost left the road as her lips closed about my prick. Her head bobbed up and down. A movement outside the lorry caught my eye for a second but it had gone. We turned a corner. Louise's head still moving up and down. We were going faster. I was gasping for air. My balls were lifting. I was coming.

Once, twice, three times I shot into the back of her throat. I felt her swallow, then start lifting her head.

Another corner. The road was blocked by a barbed wire covered wooden obstacle. I stood on the break, trapping Louise's head between my stomach and the steering wheel. I heard Heather cry out in pain and Howie swear then apologise.

The lorry stopped with its front bumper toughing the obstacle. I sat back in my seat and reached into my trouser pocket for my revolver as Louise lifted her head.

"Keep your hands where I can see them."

The face of a man in a drab green uniform wearing a tin helmet festooned with plant life appeared at my window.

Another was at Louise's. There were more in front of us and I could hear voices coming from the rear of the lorry.

I did as I was told, placing both my hands on the steering wheel. The man was looking at my crotch. I looked down. My prick was sticking out of my fly-hole wet with Louise's saliva. I looked at her. She licked her lips. Swallowed. Then smiled.

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