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It was so hot a fat pig would melt from the outside air temperature. I was almost at the end of the Ohio Turnpike, heading east with a load of beer out of Detroit going to a Washington, DC suburban beer distributor.I’d unloaded on Thursday morning in central Michigan, then headed to Detroit to pick up my beer load. As always, the delays getting unloaded, the deadhead to the next loading point, the delay getting loaded had eaten a huge hole in my day. By the time I escaped Detroit and made it to eastern Ohio, it had gotten dark.To make the deal even sweeter, my A/C had taken a dump. The only cool came from my 2/60 A/C. That’s two windows cranked down, 60 MPH. It was better than nothing, but not by a lot. I was glad I’d taken the chance to get a shower the night before. Still, I was hot and sticky from the humidity and temp, still above 80F.The plan was to get off the Ohio Pike, go east on I-76, hit a truck stop about five miles east and shove some groceries down my neck. If I had time I’d grab another shower and hustle along. I had to make the delivery by 2PM on Friday. It was either that or babysit that load all weekend and face a highly pissed off customer first thing Monday morning. That load of barley pops was going to make it to the unloading dock on Friday.I made it to the truck stop, backed my rig into a space, went inside and ordered my usual- a huge bowl of home made vegetable beef soup, a grilled cheese, and a huge sweet iced tea. This was a chain stop, but back in the day each one had their hallmark dish, and theirs was the veggie/beef soup. I’d chase every drop of the hot broth, doing everything but çankaya escort licking the bowl. Yeah, it was THAT good.I went back out to my rig, an old cab over Mack. It was what they called a one stack Mack with a shack on the back, which meant it was a sleeper model. I climbed on board, feeling much closer to being a human being again after the meal I’d just Houdini’d and made disappear. Things were going according to plan when I screwed up and turned on my CB radio.”Anyone got a copy on my ‘lil radidio?” That female voice came through my external speaker, a siren call to a lost sailor adrift on the blacktop.”Why, yes I do have a copy on you, ‘lil darlin’. Do you always sound this good or are you just sugarin’ me up?”We chattered a few seconds, and I got her off onto another channel where there was less traffic (and competition), and learned she and a girlfriend were across the interstate at another truck stop. They were just out screwing around, and she was supposed to be meeting a guy. He was a no show, so they were killing time teasing truck drivers on the CB.We hit it off pretty well, so I fired up my diesel and proceeded across the overpass to the west side of I-76. I got parked and asked her to turn on a signal light for a few blinks. She did, and I rolled out of my rig and went to say hello. She was the driver, and was very cute to say the least. Long dark brown hair, a nice little rack, and a good shape to look at. Other details escaped view as it was quite dark by now, the lighting in the area being deficient.Her companion was much less attractive, don’t ya know. rus escort She had long hair too, and a gigantic pair of boobs. My stars, that girl looked like she’d been hit in the back with a pair of Cruise Missiles. From there on down lets just say there was plenty of her. My old buddy had told me once “There ain’t no ugly women, old son, just some of them oughta stayed at home.” That would be a big ten-four, good buddy.What the hell, I ain’t looking for a room mate. I turn on what little charm I have and spread it about evenly toward them both. About that time, the CB crackled and a guy came on. It was the drivers buddy, the one she was supposed to be meeting. He had been delayed, but had now arrived and started scouting the channels, heard us before we finished talking and had slunk in and parked, none of us the wiser.I was glad that I’d kept the conversation on the up and up, so he didn’t have much reason to break out in hostility toward me for raiding his hen house. He came over, we shook hands, and everything was kewl. I was relegated to keeping time with plus size Sadie, an experience I’d had before. For whatever reason, if there was a stable of race horses around, I’d get run over by a plow horse. The big girls came to me quicker than a squirrel can climb an oak tree after acorns. I chose to take that as a compliment. I figured they thought I looked like a man who can handle the job. Truth be told, I ain’t afraid of a big girl.So, there we are, hanging out in the dark shooting the breeze, not much forward progress being made. There was a motel next door to the truck stop, and it eryaman escort had a pool. I was still hotter than hell so I came up with the brilliant idea of sneaking into that pool. The pool area was closed for the night, no one at all being in the area.The girls, Sharon and Beth, looked at each other and giggled. Both of them nodded agreement and the other guy (Dave) wasn’t about to wuss out. So, high ho, off we go, as we all slipped through the dark headed toward the cement pond.The girls were wearing loose tops, apparently with no bra. Shorts and sandals finished their ensemble. Us guys both had on pullover tee shirts and shorts. We didn’t have to worry about not having swimming trunks.There was some dim lighting in the pool area- not much, but enough to inject an element of excitement and danger to us if the motel called the cops. We’d be busted for trespassing I guess, and that would not help me get my beer to DC. There were dim underwater lights which would highlight us from below.We kept our voices low and slipped inside the wooden privacy fence. I led the way, quickly finding the steps at the shallow end of the pool. I waded right into the cool water and did it ever feel so fine. I quickly stepped deeper and ducked my head under, loving the coolness. Check off another goal, shower no longer absolutely necessary.Sharon, the hotty one, and Beth followed and ol’ Dave brought up the rear. They all got in up to their necks and the loose tops weren’t loose any more. Their nipples stood out plainly, the cool water perking those puppies right up. We talked and giggled, walked about and enjoyed the water. I suggested we go for broke and skinny dip. The girls giggled again and Beth covered her face with her hands. There were no takers, so to show them I was serious, I reached down and undid my shorts, slid the zipper down and skinned my shorts and boxers off with one fluid move.