And monosyllabic."How. Long. Have. You. Liked. Me?" Oh, uh ... Since the first time I saw you, I think," I mumbled, regaining some of the capacity of ...peech."What? I can't hear you. Speak up."I sighed. Might as well go all in, since this was probably the last time she'd speak to me. "I've liked you since the first time I met you. When we raced in warm-ups." You mean, the first time I beat you in warm-ups," she replied playfully. "Hang on ... that was over six months ago. Geez – you really do. I placed them on the machine and ran my hand in my other pocket. I felt a napkin. I did not remember putting it there, so I pulled it out and opened it. A smile came across my face as I read the note. My lover must have slipped it in my pocket when we kissed good bye. On the note, in red ink, was her cell phone number and her name, Olivia. Under the personal information was the words “Text me, anytime” and a heart. I laid the napkin on the washing machine and placed my clothes in it and turned. My blood was stirring, my pussy seemed to tingle. I couldn’t believe that I had such a feeling. With my fingers now around his cock I started to rub it in long gentle strokes. My eyes were on his face all the time, watching for any sign of wakefulness due to my ministrations. At one stage he did take a deep breath and snuggled into the sheats for a more comfortable position. I could feel the blood pumping into the shaft as it throbbed between my fingers, slowly but surely it thickened out. I. He asks me if I’m hungry - the slang term for am I a cocksucker. I learned this. I nodded. But I asked about his partner. He said we would go in bunk. So we entered truck and his partner seemed to know. The older driver zipped the door to bunk. We began undressing. I could hear straight porn playing outside the bunk on other guy’s laptop. We were both totally naked. He had showered and I smelled the aroma of soap and cock sweat. Fuck I love that smell. He’s laying back; his long black legs.