CLEANING UP WITH TINA

The first thing Tina wanted to do when we got into the room was take a shower, and I was glad of that. It had been tough driving without the air conditioning since just north of Baltimore, and the cab of my rig smelled pretty rank. The only thing that helped my mood was the blow job she had been giving me the last twenty miles or so, and it was a good one.

A man, especially an independent trucker like me will put up with a lot for a good blow job, especially from a beauty like Tina. She was everything a man could want--nice tits, nice ass, bleached blond hair--the works.

Now we were just south of Philly and in for the night, where I had parked my rig at the back of one of those clean but reasonably priced motels near the airport.

We got out of our clothes quickly, and stepped into the tub, with the biting spray of the shower not just warm, but hot. The water saturated her blond hair, sticking it to her face. When it rolled down over her tits and poured off her nipples like twin water fountains, I drank a stream from one--then from the other. Then I licked each tit, drew the left nipple into my mouth and sucked.

"You owe me," she said, and she put her hands on my shoulders, not forcing but suggesting I slide down her body. I thought I knew what she wanted. What we had done back on the road wasn't exactly what I was used to, but it was interesting.

She was going to make me pay her back, I thought, but that was all right. I didn't mind eating pussy. It was one of my favorite things, especially after those last twenty miles in my rig.

I went down to my knees in the shower and looked up at her as she soaped her face, her neck, her tits, smiling all the while. My tongue twirled down over her belly, and through the wet pubic hair. I paused at the upper end of her crack. Then I slipped my tongue through to her clit, twirling gently, and Tina went into a little squat, spreading her thighs as she leaned against the shower wall.

My head was soaked from the water that sprayed over us, and my lips were soapy from the foam that slid down her body and through her pubic hairs. I licked ravenously and sucked hard. The water was hot, her pussy was hot, and we were hot--in more ways than just the heat of the road or the heat of the shower.

I didn't quite know what happened as my tongue slipped into the cavity of her pussy. All I knew was that there was another stream of liquid, coming straight at me, under my lip and into my mouth.

Damn!

I looked up, and she kept spraying, kept pissing that stream of golden liquid, now at my cheeks, my eyes.

"What the hell!"

My eyes were burning as I looked up at her, and she was cackling like a witch, gritting her teeth. Now, looking more evil looking than sexy.

The stream kept coming at me, harder and harder. I guess I could have pulled out of the way, but somehow, I didn't want to, and at the last minute, I opened my mouth and let it squirt to the back of my throat. What the hell was I doing?

But it was so good.

Yes, good. Oh, damn, I liked it!

I let it fill my mouth and I swallowed. I let it fill my mouth again and I swallowed again. "Oh, damn, damn," I said, gargling through her piss.

And, finally, the stream slowed, then stopped. I looked straight up at her, my eyes burning, my mouth filled with a foreign taste--salty and strange--and she was laughing down at me.

"How long you gonna be in Philly?" I said it from my knees as if I were praying to her.

"Couple of hours," she said, and she started to soap herself again.

"I can wait. Do you wanna ride on North with me?" I said, as I rose.

"I got all the time in the world," she said. She slid her back down the wall of the tub, pulled in her knees and looked up. Then she reached for my cock, pulling it so it was pointed directly at her.

"Now you do me," she said.

Cleaning up with Tina