About two years ago I had a job doing a local run for an armored truck company in southern Florida. For several months I worked with a young female partner, a part-time pharmacy student named Marsha who was twenty-nine years old and fifteen years my junior.
For the first couple of months she didn’t say too much, but after that she started to warm up to me. We’d talk about movies or music when our runs got boring, but she seemed pretty hesitant about letting me know anything concerning her personal life.
Most of the days we worked together I had a hard time keeping my mind on my duties, because Marsha looked so fine in her uniform. The really sexy thing about her outfit was that she always wore a skirt. When I asked her about that she replied, “Just because I have to work like a man doesn’t mean I have to look like one.” Well, I told her that nothing she could do would make her look like a man, and she just blushed.
One day I tried to find out a little more about her from some of the guys. They told me she used to be a cop in New York City. They said someone tried to stab her and she quit the force and headed south.
On our next run we got some Chinese food for lunch and ate together in the back of a strip mall parking lot. It was very intimate and Marsha was being more open with me than usual.
I asked her if the cop story I heard about her was true. She looked at me with her big brown eyes and unbuttoned her shirt a little bit. She lowered her bra and showed me the upper part of her right breast. There was a narrow one-inch scar right below her collarbone.
I tried to say something empathetic but I just couldn’t keep my eyes off her beautiful breasts. She left her shirt unbuttoned and took my hand. Her white, perfectly round breasts looked so touchable. Marsha brought my right hand up to her left boob. I began to gently lift it to feel its weight. I slid my hands under both breasts and started massaging them.
After a few minutes of this she put her lunch on the dash and told me she wanted to check something in the rear. She quickly buttoned up her shirt and opened the car door. I waited in the front of the truck with my dick throbbing, wondering what she was doing back there.
She banged on the glass and motioned for me to come to the back. I went around and she opened the door. She was totally naked and flashed her bush, showing me the most precious cargo I’d ever seen!
Marsha’s body was stunning and seemed to glow in the darkness of the big truck. It was like we had entered another world. She gently pulled me to her and grabbed hold of my rock-hard cock. She opened her mouth and her tongue reached for mine.
As I held her I began to realize just what a sexy shape my coworker had. I let the door close and it became pitch dark. Her warm body pressed against mine and the smell of her cunt was driving me wild. While we kissed passionately Marsha ran her hands all over me.
She pulled away from me for a moment and the next sensation I felt was her mouth on my penis. She sucked it with energy, swallowing the length of it over and over. It was hard to keep standing through that and I almost fell over with the pleasure.
The sound of her sucking and the pulling sensation on my cock was bringing me to a climax, but I wanted to feel her pussy on my dick before I shot off. I laid her down on the floor and pulled up her legs. Marsha was writhing and the inside of the truck echoed her sexy coos and moans. I poised my prick at the opening of her cunt and rubbed it along her wet crease.
“Give it to me,” she gasped before I slowly slid my huge dick inside her. Her pussy was so tight and so wet that I had to hold back from coming. We fell into a slow and easy fuck rhythm. She felt like a warm, easy-flowing stream. She whispered that she wanted to come, and I felt her legs wrap tightly around my back.
I blew a load that I thought would never end while Marsha’s cries filled the armored car.
We fooled around on almost every run after that but eventually she moved on to a new assignment. I know I’ll never forget that first intimate time I made love to her.
—P.Z., Jacksonville, Florida