Introduction: This is a story about two people from different worlds, different cultures, different languages, and a wide age difference. Could love overcome such enormous obstacles.
I was driving my big rig across Interstate 10, just east of El Paso. It had been a long day. I had unloaded the day before in Los Angeles and picked up this heavy load of watermelons in Nogales, Arizona and was trying to make Van Horn, Texas before my energy level gave out. This load was my ticket home. It had to be in St Louis in two days and then I could go home for some much needed rest and relaxation.
I was listening to some old tunes on the Satellite radio and was feeling the effects of a thermos of coffee I had drank to stay awake. I eased the rig off the Interstate and made my way down the off ramp and set the air brakes.
I would have taken my dog out to relieve himself but he was snoring from both ends and decided to let him rest until Van Horn. I stepped out on the running board and stretched my weary body. The cool air filled my lungs and I noticed the sky was filled with a display of stars.
I hadn't seen another vehicle in awhile so I left the headlights on and stepped in front of the truck and stood in the beam of the lights. I unzipped my jeans and hauled out my cock and began pissing a steady stream of urine. As the headlights illuminated my flow I couldn't help notice the foam forming where my piss hit the dry sandy dirt.
I neared the completion of my task and the cool air felt good on my dick so I reached in my jeans and took out my balls to expose myself to the sensation of the elements. I shook off the drops of pee and slowly pulled on the length of my cock several times, enjoying the arousal I was giving myself. My dick had started to swell and stiffen under my self induced pleasure. I began stroking my shaft with deliberate motion and tilted my head back. I felt my balls tightening with tale tell signs of intimate release.
My experience was interrupted with the sound of movement in the darkness. The lights of the truck shining forward had plunged everything to the side into utter darkness, making it impossible to make out the source of the noise.
I cussed under my breath for not taking my dog out. My gut reaction was to take a defensive stance. Out of the blackened night, a short man appeared. Wearing shabby clothes and a straw hat, that looked like a donkey had taken a couple bits from the edges.
The man looked from side to side, which made me uneasy because it made me think there might be more than him present. My mind raced! Was he gonna try to rob me? Hijack my load? Was there a band of thieves?
He again looked up and down the road. It was obvious the man was nervous, which was making me nervous. He took off his straw hat and held it to his chest with both hands cupping it, as if to begin to pray.
He began to speak rapidly in Spanish. I gestured that I didn't know any Spanish. He turned and motioned with his hand for someone to come forward. I took a step back and braced myself for an attack by a group of men.
Out of the shadows stepped a frail women with an equally tattered look as the man's. I followed the gaze of the woman's eyes and realized I still had my cock and balls hanging out of my pants. Without taking my eyes off either of them, I stuffed my manhood back into the confines of my jeans as the woman brought her tiny hand to cover her mouth.
The whole time the old man had not stopped talking in Spanish and waving his arms in a manner to suggest there was still something out there in the twilight. The old couple both turned to look into the black hole behind them and the old woman turned sideways and out stretched her arms, in a loving manner, and moved her bony fingers to suggest someone to come stand beside her.
Moving slowly, a petite young teenager, with long coal black hair took a position beside the old woman, I assumed was her mother. The teenager was small and her shoulders were slumped forward. She wore a dress that looked more like a burlap sack and had no shape, but hung loosely and straight , not giving any hint to the girl's figure underneath the material. I guessed her to be between 18-19 years old. She was bare foot and in need of a bath.
My mind was processing the scene and concluded they were illegal immigrants, probably begging for food, water or a ride or all of the above. My thoughts were jarred back to reality as the old man took a step forward but had his out stretched hands and arms in the direction of the teenager. He spoke more Spanish and the teenager step in front of the old man and was now between him and me.
With his big weather worn hands on the teenager's shoulders, he looked me in the eyes and I detected tears. His eyes were tired and blood shot but shown with compassion and warmth and in an instant, he gently pushed the young woman in my direction, muttered some words and hauled the old woman into the depths of darkness and was gone.
The young woman and I stood, looking at each other and blinking our eyes. I think I was in shock at what had just taken place. My mind now registering what the old couple was frantically trying to convey to me was rushing in like a freight train. I stepped forward and called to the couple, but my voice was swallowed up in the empty sea of blackness.
I don't know how long we stood there, but I was brought back to my senses when I heard the teenager groan and I looked at her and she was shivering for the cold night air. Not knowing what else to do I placed my hand on her back and gestured with my other hand for her to move toward the passenger side door of the truck. As she neared the spot I had peed she side stepped and it occurred to me she had witnessed me, not only peeing but probably yanking on my tool. I moaned inwardly.
I helped her into the big rig and closed the door and moved around to the driver's side and climbed in behind the wheel. She was still shaking from the cold so I cranked the heater up a tad as I placed the truck in gear and began moving toward the hard road.
We rode in silence for a ways and I stole glances in her direction and noticed her nervous reactions of being with a total stranger. Her eyes were big and she was taking in the sites and sounds the truck offered. Her head turned this way and that, checking out her new surroundings.
I didn't know this young woman next to me and tried to imagine how I would feel in her shoes. I reached over and made a few adjustments on the radio dial and soon Mexican music filled the cab and she looked at me and smiled the sweetest smile I have ever seen. I felt a warm sensation in the depth of my heart.
She was pressed up against the passenger door and I could tell she was still frightened of the sudden changes in her life. I reached next to me in my cooler and took out a bottle of water and handed it to her. She made no move to reach for it. I took the lid off and took a small drink and once again held it out to her. She took it quickly and began guzzling it down but never took her focus off me. I thought, "My God, she is probably starving as well". I reach into the cooler again and produce a slice of watermelon and handed it toward her, again no response. Once again I took a small bite and reached over to her and I had not even closed the distance and she snatched the food from my hand and ate hungrily.
We rode on toward Van Horn with the Mexican music playing softly and I was trying to decide what to do with my passenger. I knew if I told the authorities they would send her back to Mexico and now it was unlikely she would ever be reunited with her proper family. I also knew I could go to prison if I was caught with her in my truck by Border Patrol. I made a mental note to call my lawyer friend at first light and get his advise.
Up ahead was a Border Patrol check station. I learned a long ago to have the curtain, that separated the bunk area and cab pulled back and the overhead lights on to avoid suspicion. But in the past I never had reason to be concerned, but now! I gestured for the girl to go into the bunk behind the driver's side and cover up and not move. Amazingly, she seemed to sense what was needed of her and preformed like a trouper. I went through the check point like I owned the place and was on our way to freedom.
I pulled into the truck stop , fueled and then parked. I noticed she smelt badly from sweat and I detected a faint smell of urine. I didn't dare take the risk of taking her into the truck stop this close to the border and have people raise questions as to her nationality. I decided to have her clean herself up within the safety of the bunk area behind the closed curtain.
I prepared a bowl of water that I heated in the microwave and I gave her a wash cloth, some soap and a towel to dry off with. After making a "dry run" of showing what I wanted her to do I closed the curtain and waited. After sometime I called to her without any response and I stuck my hand through the curtain opening to suggest I was gonna open it.
When I opened it enough to look in on her I saw she hadn't done anything toward cleaning herself. Talking softly to her I lathered the soap and began washing her arms and face. She was prettier than I first thought but she was still a sight. Her hair was matted and stringy, with no life to it. I soaped the rag once more and encouraged her to wash her own legs and private area under her garment but she made no attempt to take the cloth. I began washing her legs and knelt down to wash her feet.
It was at this eye level I notice she wasn't wearing any panties. I didn't give it much thought. At this point my feelings were like that of a father cleaning up his daughter, even though I had seen her puffy pussy lips. My only thoughts were to clean her up and get her smelling a little better until I could reach some place better for her to take a shower. She didn't seem to mind me washing her but I left her private parts untouched until we had better facilities.
I prepared the top bunk for her to rest on. She was still sitting on the lower bunk , while I was reaching overhead making her bed. I looked down and caught her staring at my crotch that was inches from her face. I motioned for her to get on the top bunk but she laid down on the lower bed and covered up. I shrugged my shoulders and crawled in next to her and she threw her arm around me and soon was sleeping soundly, making soft purring sounds.
I woke with a start, sat straight up and banged my head on the top bunk. I realized my volubility and my first thought was, "where is my wallet?" The girl was no longer in bed with me and I panicked. I threw open the curtain and startled the girl sitting in the passenger seat. There she was petting my dog and I realized he had slept through the whole incident. I thought, "some watch dog." My dog looked like he was in hog heaven and she had a enormous smile on her face, which made me smile. She saw my smile and blurted out Spanish a mile a minute.
I decided I was gonna try to teach her some English. I tried to tell her I was going into the truck stop to get us some breakfast but she just stared at me with a smile, saying a few words in Spanish. We ate our food and she gave my dog bits and pieces to eat and both seemed to be entertaining each other, so I decided this would be a good time to call my lawyer friend.
"Quint, what the HELL are you thinking!" my friend yelled on the other end of the phone. "This isn't like finding a stray dog on the highway. This is a human being my friend, duh!"
"What was I suppose to do, leave her out there in the cold," I said back.
"Okay, ok, Let me check into it but I hope you have bail money and a visa in case your ass lands in a Mexican dungeon."
"Wait till you get my bill and see if you're still thankful . When you going to be home?"
I made a second call. " Hey Linda its Quint."
Linda says, "Hey lover, what's up?"
I explained everything from the beginning and told her I would be home tomorrow and I was going to need a big favor of her. She said, "anything big boy." I explained I needed her to buy this girl some clothes and shoes and clean her up. She agreed to help us.
I made it home and brought in my things from the truck and brought in the girl and my dog and called Linda and told her we were home. Linda came right over and gave me a big hug as she walked through the door, to which the young teenager took notice and looked hurt. I shrugged it off. I gave Linda $500 and told her to see what she could do and see how far the money took her efforts.
Linda said, "first, I'll go get her some jeans and blouse and shoes and then come back for her, unless you want to draw attention to her in those rags!" Nodding her head toward the girl. I said, " No that's smart thinking." What's her name", Linda asked? I shrugged my shoulders, a little embarrassed at her question and my lack of the simplest knowledge of this girl.
A couple of hours later Linda returned and took the girl with her to her place to clean her up first before going shopping. I told Linda we would all go out to eat after wards . I shaved and cleaned up and went thru my mail and ran some errands, while the girls were doing what girls do. I laid down and took a nap. It was dark when the phone rang and it was Linda telling me to meet them at restaurant across town. I explained I would be there in a half hour.
When I arrived at the restaurant, I found Linda already seated but no teenager. Linda explained she was in the ladies room. I was seated facing the aisle, which meant I would have a clear view of her approaching our table.
Linda said to me, "you are going to have your hands full there guy!"
I asked what she meant and she said, "you'll see!"
To which I said, " Come on Linda, cut the shit. You know I hate guessing games!"
I didn't mean to sound so blunt but I had been wondering all day what I was going to do with the girl. Linda immediately understood my frustration and said, " Quint, the girl has no clue about personal hygiene or modern life."
"What? What do you mean" I asked?
"Quint, you are going to have to bath her and show her how to use a toilet. She has never seen a toilet or shower, she is clueless to how to use them and......." her words trailed off and she said , "And you have a woman on your hands! Look!" I looked in the direction she was looking.
I didn't see anything at first and still looking said," Wha........" Coming toward us was a young woman, who now looked looked early twenties in a black evening gown. The gown was low cut and showing off nice cleavage. You could see the round side of her breast. A decent C cup. There was a slit up the side of the gown and showed off slender legs as she walked. She was wearing black 4 inch pumps that complimented the calf muscles and made her legs delicious looking. Her hair was so black it had a blue cast to it and styled with curling bangs and long flowing hair down her back, that swayed from side to side as she walked. She had an hour glass figure and a bubble butt.
I looked at Linda, then back at this beauty and then back to Linda. My mouth was open and I was speechless. I stood up spilling my glass of wine and I heard Linda gasp," Oh my God!" and giggled to herself. I looked back at this Mexican goddess. I couldn't believe this was the same person. She wasn't a teenager but a voluptuous young woman! Her smile was radiant and her eyes were dark and hypnotic.
Our eyes met and her eyes were dancing with glee. When she reached our table she did a twirl and made her dress flare out. I looked around and every man was looking at her and every woman was glaring at the men. I thought, Holy Shit!
While we ate, it seemed the young woman couldn't stop looking in my direction. All I could do was stare and smile. Linda said the hairdo was her treat and said, "enjoy yourself tiger." She laughed deeply and excused herself. I thanked her for her help. She said, "No problem, call me later." And left the restaurant.
The restaurant had a lounge and I heard music playing, so after we finished our meal I took her by the hand and lead her into dim lit room and onto the dance floor . I took her into my arms and began to slowly dance and she melted into my body. I could feel her heat. She lay her head on my shoulder and held onto me like her life depended on it.
I took her home and showed her to her room and pulled back the covers on the bed and held my hands to the side of my head to simulate her sleeping and closed the door behind me leaving her in the solitude of her privacy.
I stood out side her room with my hand still on the door knob reflecting on the nights events and felt a inner warmth I hadn't felt in years. I shook myself finally and went to my bedroom and undressed and slipped my naked body between the cool sheets.
I was dozing off when I heard my door being slowly opened. She crossed the room in the darkness and stood beside my bed. She was still in her evening attire and then it occurred to me she probably didn't know how to remove the dress.
I gently took her by the hips and turned her slightly and unzipped the back of her dress and helped remove it. After the dress had fallen to the floor and she bent to pick it up, I expected her to leave and return to her bedroom, but she lay the dress across a changing chair and returned to the side of the bed and I watched in awe as she removed her bra and allowed her perfect breasts to be released from their confinement. Even though it was dark in the room, there was enough moonlight that I could make out her hardened nipples.
She hooked her thumbs in the waist bands of her boy shorts and slowly pulled her panties down and off her body. It was only then I realized I hadn't taken a breath and my heart was racing.
She pulled back the covers and sheet and slipped her tiny frame in next to me and scooted her body back until she was completely up against the front of me. She lay her head in the crook of my right arm and I wrapped my left arm around her waist and interlocked our legs like we had been lovers for a life time.
I lay there listening to her soft breathing. I can't explain why I didn't have a raging hard on, but I held this young woman in my arms and smelt her hair and sweet aroma of her body and thought, "What the hell, have I fallen in love with this beautiful woman?"
When the first rays of the early morning sun shone into the room I realized neither of us had moved from our original position all night long. She was making a purring sound as she snuggled into my hold on her.
As she slept I became acutely aware of her silky smooth skin and my left hand was cupping her right breast. Her chest was heaving slightly as she breathed, which caused her breast to swell in my hand with each breath she took. She felt so tiny in my arms.
I felt the stirring she was causing in my loins. I was not ashamed this young vixen was arousing me. Soon my member was being flooded with blood and I was rock hard. I did not shrink back but savored the feeling of my dick nestled between her ass crack. I made slow gyrating motions with my hips and held myself to her more firmly.
She opened her eyes and stretched like a cat. I loosened my hold on her to allow free movement. She turned to face me and threw her right arm and leg over my body. I rolled slightly from my side onto my back dragging her with me.
Her leg was touching my dick and she began to kiss me passionately. I know she could feel my cock throbbing as our kissing increased in intensity.
She climbed on top of me as our tongues danced in each others mouths. She slid down my body until the tip of my rod was at the entrance of her love hole. She raised her body slightly and moved farther downward until her cunt was directly over my cock.