Dale brushed a strand of hair from her forehead, and said "Shhh." Dani's eyes fluttered, and closed.
Dale quickly made his way to the driver's side, and slid in. He took a few deep breathes, and started the rig. The powerful deisel engine roared to life, and Dani just shivered in place under the blanket. He slammed it into gear and roared down the road faster than was safe in the rainy weather. Dani still made slow movements beside him under the covers. Her thigh slid out. He glanced back and forth from the road to her bare, pale skin that lay between the skirt and the beginning of her stockings. Sweat poured down his throat. He thanked God to be so lucky.
Dale noted the roadsigns, and a nervous grin parted his face. They were back at the station. This late at night, he knew that he'd be the only driver still out. Dale pulled into the garage and parked the huge rig. Danielle was still out of it, beside him. He bit his forefinger, and switched off the ignition.
He stared at her for a few minutes. She was thoroughly in shock, but in no danger of dying; he knew that much. Carefully, he pulled down the blanket so her milky chest was visible under the flurescent light of the garage. He licked his thick lips, and reached over to them. His huge hand cupped her left breast and pulled it free from her bra. She didn't even flinch. He grinned a wet, stupid grin, and pulled her other breast free. Dale, like a child at communion, took one of her nipples into his mouth and started sucking. His hand greedily went to her thigh, sliding under her skirt until his rough, greasy hand met her smooth, pale thigh.
Dale was bold, and his hand slid further up her thigh until he touched the thin silk of her panties. He gasped, and his eyes glazed over. He looked at her neck, and her collarbone; the straight red hair that framed her face; and her pouty lips. He couldn't help it, he told himself, and he slid his fingers under her panties.
In meer seconds, he fumbled along beneath them. Dani's head rolled to the right, and he felt his heart race. Her eyes, however, stayed closed. He grinned his stupid grin, and slid his rough fingers through her deep auburn pubic hair until he found her lips, just as pouty and flowery and twice as soft as the one's on her face. He followed them down until the tip of his finger met her wet, warm, moist hole...
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