by Bailey James
“You’re a sly old dog, Ed, keeping her all to yourself,” I say smirking.
“What?” he says, confused and not knowing what I am talking about.
“One word, Becks,” I say.
“Oh,” he says as realisation crosses his face.
“Who?” says Hunter.
“Have you not met Becks, boys.”
Everyone shakes their heads. She really has kept a low profile. Ed looks sheepish.
“Well apparently there has been a young woman working here for months, and no one has any idea.”
“No,” goes around the circle of men.
“What is she, a lesbo?” says Cooper.
“Is she built like a shit brick house?” says Hunter.
“A woman?” says another. “No way, we would have sniffed that out?”
“Is she on a sex change?”
I rolled my eyes. “Well, aren’t you lot a liberated bunch. I think you all just fell into the stereotypical truck driver. Thick as shit.”
“Oi,” they sneer at me.
Ed pipes up, “Now you listen here, boys. Becks does work here. But she’s been wanting to keep a low profile, so there must be reasons. Now, she is bloody good at her job. In fact, I might even say one of the best. She has all the qualifications, even for dangerous loads, so you just treat her like any other of the men and be respectful.”
Cooper laughs. “Well, you have just contradicted yourself, we can’t be respectful and treat her like another one of the men. That don’t work, we are constantly disrespectful to each other.”
Ed nods. “Okay, but you know what I mean. Soon as I hear about any of you giving her shit, you will be off the job. Now, you can spread that about, too. She’s one of us, so look after her.”
I nod at Ed, he is a good manager. He treats his staff well and wouldn’t have anyone feel uncomfortable at work. I’ve always respected him for that. Ed walks back into his office.
“How did you manage to meet this woman anyway?” says Hunter.
“I broke down in one of the trucks yesterday.” Hunter gives me a knowing look. Yes, a heap of shit. Hunter has warned me on numerous occasions that the trucks were slowly dying. “She picked me up, and we did a few deliveries together.”
“Oh yeah,” says one of the others. “Did you deliver any large loads into her?”
“Or is she ugly?” says another.
I roll my eyes, at them. No point in getting defensive they would know straight away that I have, and I didn’t want anyone talking about that.
“She’s far too good for me, doubt she'd touch me with a bargepole,” I say. I decide I need to change the subject and start teasing Cooper about his latest pussy. We all laugh, and that’s when I see movement slip through the office door.
“Becks?” I shout. I’m sure it’s her. The men all stop and look at me.
“Landen, you sure you’re not imagining things?”
Becks Winter
I arrive at work the next day, and the yard seems busy, the office too. I groan inwardly and pull my work zip up over my head. I would have to go in to get the paperwork and keys, but I would try and avoid contact as much as possible. I sit and watch from my car for a few minutes, hoping the group of men at the door would move. They were chatting excitedly about something. Then I see Landen standing with the group. Fuck he’s hot, he looks even hotter today. He’s still in his uniform, the tight black polo hugs him in all the right places, damn, he’s so tempting. I mean, who makes a uniform look that good, and his arm muscles, whoa. I need another go with them, but what were the chances of that happening, this is just going to be awkward. Why did I have a job with him again today? I was excited last night, but today it feels awkward. I hate the morning after on a one-night stand. I would generally escape as soon as possible, but this feels even worse I have no choice.
My mind drifts back to yesterday and the hottest fuck I’ve ever had in the back of a fucking truck. One hot fuck, Becks, nothing more. No men remember, remember his flaws.
The men move to the side a bit unblocking the door. I see my chance to make a swift in and out, no eye contact, let's go. I lock my car, pull my hoodie up and slip in behind the men. I walk through the door and sigh with relief, then panic as Landen shouts my name.
"Becks!"
Shit, I ignore him hoping he’d give it up. I continue into the office, but he didn't follow me. I speak to Ed, and grab the paperwork and the keys.
"Think your cover’s about to be blown," says Ed.
"Hey!" I didn’t realise he knew I was keeping a low profile.
"Landen, has been talking about you all morning, none of the men even knew you worked here," says Ed grinning.
"Thanks, Landen, " I say under my breath, rolling my eyes. I only hope he hasn't told them too much.
"I’m surprised you even got in here unseen," says Ed
"I'm not sure I did, it's why I'm avoiding going back out."
"They would have noticed you sooner or later, Becks. I'm surprised you got away with it this long, to be honest, they're not a bad bunch of men, Becks," says Ed.
"Well, at least I'm driving," I say swinging the keys, smiling.
I put my hood up and take a deep breath. I fly out of the office straight past the men and head straight to the truck not looking back in the men’s direction.
"BECKS!" Landen calls obviously spotting me.
I don't turn around, I just put my arm in the air, swing the keys from my finger. "I'm driving," I shout.
"Shit," I hear him say, and then I feel him running towards me. The other men laugh.
He gets to me, pulls my hoodie down off my head and spins me around to face the men.
"See!" he shouts back at the group of men, they all cheer and whistle.
"Yeah, thanks for that!" I say walking around the corner, away from the men who are still shouting stuff I can't quite hear.
"Sorry, but they wouldn't believe me," says Landen smiling.
"Believe what?" I say slightly concerned he's told them we fucked.
"That there has been a woman working here for months and no one knew about it," says Landen.
"Why does it matter, it is not a big deal?”
Landen shrugs. "It doesn't, but keeps our lives interesting. Breaks the routine of work and is someone different to talk to."
We do our checks and get in the truck.
"So, you completely ignored the bit where I said I’m keeping my head down, didn't want no drama or contact with people,” I say.
Landen frowns. "Yeah, sorry, I wasn’t thinking, but they are a good bunch of men, I promise you."
I sigh, not that bothered. "Forget it, they would have found me out sooner or later, did you tell them we fucked?"
Landen smiles and shook his head. "No, of course not, but I couldn't sleep last night, kept thinking about you, my cock was hard as a rock all night," says Landen.
"Me either, my vibrator got a good workout though," I say blushing, why am I so honest with this man? Things slip out before I could connect my brain.
Landen smiles. "Really, tell me more."
I shrug. "Just dirty thoughts of you fucking me in every position I could possibly think of."
Landen groans. "Becks," he says stroking his hardening crotch.
"I’m having the exact same thoughts, right now," says Landen. His hand goes to my leg, and he strokes it. "I kept replaying the moment my cock slid into your pussy over and over and how, I'm not sure,” his hand climbed higher, “that it was a hard fuck like you asked for, and maybe we could have another practice. You know, just to make sure we can tick it off your list for definite."
I look at him and smirk but say nothing and focus on the road. Maybe I might get round two with this sexy man, after all. A while later I pull into a lay-by. As soon as I stop he jumps on my lap straddling me, then he begins kissing me. Oh, this man has such an effect on me. I gently groan as he deepens the kiss. His hands wander to my breasts as he gently squeezes them before pulling t
hem free. My hand slips down to his firm arse, and as I squeeze I moan at the feel of it. We both come up breathless.
"I haven't been able to stop thinking about you," he says between kisses.
I slide my hands under his shirt and feel each muscle. "You know you’re gorgeous, right?" I say, looking him in the eyes. He grinds himself against me making me groan even louder, and Landen smiles.
He undoes my trousers and pulls them off. I kiss him again, and he gets off me and pulls me up gesturing for me to sit on his hard cock. We both laugh at the tiny space we have to manoeuvre as he sits in the chair and pulls me on top of him. He unwraps the condom and then guides me down onto his hard cock, slowly inch by inch going in, a mix of pain and pure pleasure.
"You’re so tight," says Landen
"No, you’re so big," I say.
He grins. "Well, that's what you wanted, Becks, that’s what is on your wish list right? Tick." He thrusts into me hard while saying, "Large cock, tick; ripped body…"
"Tick," I say breathlessly.
He smiles as I stroke his chest under his top. Then I hold onto his arms and kiss his biceps. Fuck, I love his arms.
"Tattoos," says Landen. "Mmh," he pulls his top off, and I see a tattoo down his side that I haven't even noticed the day before.
"Tick," I whisper.
"Knows how to fuck?" He pushes up off the chair and slams into me hard and fast, again and again, making me groan as he thrusts from below, harder and harder, and then makes me cum. "Ahhhh, Landen," I say. "Tick," in a whisper.
He's still thrusting. “What is the last one?” he says breathless. “Oh yes, two of them. You’d like a bit of double penetration, would you, Becks?” he says as he rubs my butthole with his finger. "Mmmh mmh," I say still recovering from cumming and pleasure still shooting through my body.
"Save that one for another day," says Landen smirking.
I begin to ride him hard and fast on top, he loses control and cums, groaning.
"Fuck, Becks," he shouts. I climb off. “Wait, wait, wait," he says pulling me back down and hugging me. He whispers in my ear, "You are fucking amazing, I want to go again."
"Back at you," I say sitting up looking him in the eyes. I kiss him again, and we both come up breathless even after we've just fucked, I could have gone again. Shit, I couldn't get enough of this man. Don't get all emotional, I say to myself, it's just sex, fucking fantastic sex, but just sex none the less. I jump off him putting my clothes back on and drive off.
I drop him off at the garage, so he could pick up the truck. He programs his number into my phone. "Text you later, I won't be back until late tonight." I nod, he kisses me again, which I’m not expecting.
I drive off continuing to my drop off. All I can think about is Landen’s cock and the feeling as it went inside me. I’m having after sex flashbacks, I actually groan a few times at the thought and feeling. Every time I try to think of something else his cock always returns into my head. Come on, I tell myself.
I return to the yard for the day, and a group of men were hanging around the office again, I see Landen there too. Odd, I thought he wasn’t going to be back until late, maybe he finished earlier than expected.
I jump out of the cab still placing my hoodie up. I walk past the men.
"Becks," a few call out, and I smile and nod. Landen smiles but says nothing, I deal with the paperwork and walk back out of the office towards my car.
"Becks,” one of the men call, not Landen. “We’re all going to the pub, don't fancy a pint, do you?"
I turn and start to walk backwards. "No, I have plans tonight, but thanks for the offer."
"Another night then?" says one of the others. “Oh, nice car,” he says as I reach it.
“Thanks.”
I get home and get ready to head out with Sophia, my phone pings.
Landen: Hey beautiful, I have been thinking about you and your pussy all day. Xx
Becks: Have been thinking of you, burying your large, hard cock in my tight, wet pussy too. Hope we can do it again soon.
Landen: After that text, I just shot my load. Xx
Becks: Lol, I'm heading out speak soon.
Landen: Have a goodnight, we must do it again. Xx
***
The next week at work is strange, I keep seeing Landen about in the yard, and he would barely acknowledge me, smile, but that seems to be the extent of it. Via text, he is attentive and seems keen to fuck again. We have texted a few times. I can't really work it out. It’s just sex and fun, I tell myself I have no attachment to him. He had fucked me good, and I had thoroughly enjoyed it. I got what I wanted, a fuck fest with a hot man, so why do I want him again?
***
I’m in the office one morning, a few days later. I thought I heard Landen’s voice outside. He is talking to a few men I could just see them outside the window. Something he said caught my attention, so I step closer and stop to listen.
"Pussies pussy, hey, I haven't had nothing special for ages. All average, just offloads." My face fell. Ouch, that hurt. It was just sex, just sex, time to move on. I need it to be just sex, too remember, it isn't worth getting involved with anyone in until after my 30th birthday.
Landen continues, "Last night was awful, I think I had beer goggles on. I've had beer goggles a lot lately, and that's when I'm not even drinking.” He laughs.
Ouch.
"Where’s your brother? I haven't seen him in ages?" another man says.
Oh, I hadn't realised they both worked here.
"Ooh, he has a long haul this week, he should be out Friday,”
The other man says, "I'll attempt to ask Becks again."
"Surely we're not that scary?"
"I don't think she’s scared, more sensible to stay away from us lot," says Landen. They all laugh. I nod agreeing, I grab my schedule. Luckily the men walk off to their trucks. I wonder if I've already met Landen’s brother. I didn't think so. I didn't even know his name, thinking about it. I couldn't recall Landen mentioning it. It appears I'm a crap shag too, back to disappointing men they always let me down, fuck, it must be me. I stop texting Landen after that. The list for avoiding temptation needs drastically improving.
***
I'm walking to my truck when I heard swearing. I looked to see one of the men who was talking to Landen the other day, he’s kicking his tyres.
"Fucking truck, every bloody day," he says.
"Is it broke?" I say looking in his bonnet.
"Hey, I'm Cooper,” he says walking towards me.
"I'm no expert, but if you do this,” I pull and push inside the bonnet, “it sometimes works," I say. He jumps up in his cab and turns the key. The engine starts up immediately, I walk off, not saying anything but feeling rather smug. I’d got that little trick from one of the mechanics, that truck always seems to have trouble.
“Thanks, Becks,” Cooper shouts. I place my hand in the air but don’t turn around. “Coming to the pub Friday, Becks?” he shouts again.
“Maybe,” I shout back going to my truck.
Landen has texted me to ask if I am going to the pub on Friday. After what I heard him say, I’m really not sure why he is playing games with me. He didn’t like me, I’m a crap fuck. It was a onetime thing, well twice, end of. Yet he keeps texting me and asking me to come to the pub Friday. It’s like he’s trying to strike up a conversation. Have I been placed in the friend zone now, I wonder? Or is he just trying to keep my pussy warm until something better comes along? I answer him with short answers not giving him much, and he says he’s going to bed as he’s tired. Maybe someone else is putting him up to it, or perhaps I am an in-joke. I really couldn’t work it out.
The next morning, I pack some clothes into my car. Sophia says she might be going out tonight, and I needed a distraction from Landen, so I am ready if she decides to.
I pull up and park at work. In my mirror, I see a large white expensive 4x4 car pull up, behind me. Landen gets out, and a woman is driving. I sigh and watch fro
m the mirror. He kisses her and thanks her for a great night. “I'll text,” he says.
Shit, how could I ever compete with that? The car drives off. Landen walks into work and gets on his phone. I get out of my car and walk a short distance behind him. I could hear him on the phone.
"Hey, yep, I made a mistake bro, I spent the night. I accidentally fell asleep… I know, I know, the first rule don't stay the night, fuck and go, right. I was so fucking tired. Anyway, she dropped me into work so… Nah, nothing special… Won't go there again… Yes, I know, yes I will… See you tonight.”
I am feeling quite angry now, so when he said he was heading to bed he meant with her, I'm so stupid. Men, fucking, fucking men.
I escape into the office, avoiding people, I grab the keys to the truck and leave as quick as I can. I stew about it all day, I can feel myself getting angrier and angrier. Why did men have to be such arseholes, even gorgeous, sexy, large cock ones? It wouldn’t be so bad if he didn’t keep texting me trying to keep me in the loop. Maybe he is keeping a warm pussy on tap just in case the need is required. With that thought, Landen texted again telling me he is looking forward to tonight. I ignore it, then a few hours later I text to say I’m not coming.
He immediately texts back.
Landen: ‘Ooh please, please come I want to see you, I have been thinking about you so much and I need that sweet pussy.’
I shook my head and didn't reply. Yeah, because my pussy is so special, that special he's already had two other women since we fucked, and that's the ones I know about. I didn't mind it being just sex, but he seems to be taking the piss, just a little.