"Make it whatever you want, it's one night, not forever..."
She lived a mundane life.
Granted, wealth was something she possessed with no hassle.
A picture perfect lifeâa providing husband, two beautiful children, a home on the on the edge of the city near the countryside but not quite.
Her apron was always decorated with flour or remnants of whatever baked goods she curated for the time being.
Onika couldn't help but to let her mind wander at times, though. What was it like to party and have so much fun you received a natural high? What did it feel like to allow bliss to blind you so well you spent your present reminiscing about the good times?
At 43, she realized she was spending her life living for others. Her devotion to motherhood and running her home was always a pleasure, but she craved something more. Something fleshy, as her husband would say.
Yes, she had friends, all married and of similar lifestyle to her. Their homes sat yards apart, still close enough in reach in case of any emergency. Often, they'd laugh and bond over small town gossip or compete with each other in baking.
Still, something was festering inside. Something so hot, just a hint of something furtive in nature would set her ablaze.
There she stood, clad in a polka dot apron draped above her moo-moo. Yellow bright lights peaked from beneath the kitchen's curtains as the clock struck dusk.
She heard a woman exclaiming, followed by a truck's door slamming. Her instincts, primal and maternal, caused her to grab the nearest kitchen knife. A sharpened tool so defined and precise she kept it beneath her kitchen knives for a reason.
Her hands were quick and her feet matched. Outside's stickiness greeted her cool skin, her knife was deployed and ready to penetrate anyone close.
But when she heard the voice, sinful and sensual, of a woman a stature lengthier than hersâshe knew the knife wouldn't protect her from the dangers ahead.
"Fuck, you got me stranded in the fuckin' country, ain't no telling what type of animals out here." The woman came from around the truck, her eyes drawn to Onika's curiously darkened orbs. She saw the knife and continued her conversation, promising to hash an ass whipping out to her dispatcher when the time of reunion came.
Onika stood there, the apron she wore on Tuesdays suddenly too dull, too plain for the presence before hers.
She stood in awe as the woman stopped in her tracks, now in a trance as their eyes locked. Robyn smiled, a small one. Onika thought it was disarming, charmingâdangerously attractive.
She ended the phone call, slipping the device in her trucker jacket before putting her hands up, palms forward.
Onika looked around a tad bit more, her knife coming down to her side when her discernment promised her safety and something else that surely wouldn't harm her per se.
"I'm Robyn. I drive trucks, I'm not from 'round these parts but my stupid ass," she excused herself, "my dispatcher won't be able to connect with the company for another few hours."
Onika's hand never loosened around the knife and Robyn took that as a sign to continue. She dug into her breast pocket and back pocket handing her licenses and company's information to the woman. "I don't want nothing but to park down here on your road til I get back in touch with my company in maybe six hours. I'll be gone before the sun rises, if you grant me permission to park down there."
Onika kept the knife at her side, slightly angled now as she took the information and turned away to go back into the house she called home.
The wife locked the door, her back against the mahogany wood as if it could ground her back to her reality. But, not even the heavy, expansive wooden frame could force her thoughts back to the reason she had even left her home to check on that stranger anyway.
She placed the knife on the counter, grabbing her laptop to do some research she'd picked up on from one of her girlfriend's who had OCD and needed to know where her children were at all times.
Understandable and a bit excessive, but God was she thankful for that friend in this moment. She took her time searching, validating Robyn's trucking company, her EIN, and a plethora of small background checks that she was hoping to find something, anything to refute the blaze that lit in her stomach.
After verifying that the young woman was an upstanding citizen and worker, she kept the credentials to herself and peeked out the door.
Robyn looked up, her hand extending to flick the ash of her cigarette behind her. Her eyes couldn't help but to acknowledge every part of the shorter woman. Her slanted eyes, then her natural flow of long hair, and finally the body that she couldn't hide even in a flowing house dress.
Onika shivered, the air's crispness nothing for the chill the trucker that just caused to run through her.
She cleared her throat, this wasn't the excitement she prayed for she knew. "Make sure you hug the right side. Bikers tend to pass by around this time. Lock your doors. Everyone around here knows one another, but I can assure you, you have nothing to worry about besides bears and other creatures."
"Huh?" Robyn's eyes widened. Onika chuckled, her hand on her stomach, her head down to save face, "I'm just kidding. I'll bring you your credentials in a bit after the food is prepared."
"Thank you so kindly, madam." Robyn placed her palms together in thanks, she winked at the woman and turned around to move her truck a little way down the road but still on this woman's private property.
"I didn't even get her name and she's about to feed me?" Robyn thought, she shook her head and got into her truck to do as the woman advised. She couldn't think too hard and long, her discernment also confirmation of her safety for the night. All she knew was that she wouldn't wait to park and wash her ass. It had been an excruciatingly busy week, and though the pay was topping out, her body needed a good rest.
Onika was in the kitchen moving with more intention than she'd had in a minute. Smothered chicken, butter rice, greens, and sweet potato cornbread. She knew anyone driving machines that massive, working hours that long, needed something soul-touching. Something that could make a full bed in a truck feel like a king sized back at home.
She didn't rush, but she didn't want the trucker being hungry either. She placed each dish on the plate with precision, keeping the breaded good on parchment paper atop the foiled wrapped food while she grabbed all of Robyn's credentials to head to the truck.
Her stomach was airy, a desire unveiling the closer she stepped to the truck.
She watched her surroundings, stepping around the flowing water that was coming from behind the cab and right in front of the trailer. The scent of dial soap hit her nose, something wintergreen and woody, but still soft and warm in this cool weather.
She reached the passenger door as the truck was hugged to the right of the road. Her knock, soft, almost unheard of Robyn hadn't just climbed in minutes before the woman's arrival.
Robyn opened the door, her hand extending to help the woman up the steps to the cab. Onika smiled quickly and shook her head at the realization.
"I insist, it's clean in here, too. Plus, I want to send you back with your china glass," Robyn smoothly explained her reasoning, it all coming out on deaf ears as Onika focused on her tattoos beneath her bra and her towel around her waist.
"Aw, cmon you're going to make me eat this good ass food alone?"
Onika looked around before making a choice she knew she'd never be able to come back from.
The coast was clear, the sole of her shoe made contact with the truck's steps before she was settled in the warmth of Robyn's fleeting sanctuary. Robyn nodded her head towards the bed, which was neatly and freshly made up. It smelled of feminine presence, nothing like the dial soap that the trucker washed with and that was still radiating off of her damped body.
"I thank you over and over again, you don't know how good of a deed you're doing. I haven't eaten anything proper in almost two weeks," Robyn covered her mouth as she swallowed a forkful of everything in the plate.
It was flavorful, hot but tolerable, and loving. Something Robyn didn't experience often being on the road so much.
"You're welcomed, you're obviously not from these parts, baby. This is an everyday thing," Onika said with honor. She watched as the trucker devoured her food, her thighs nearly bruised from how tight she had squeezed them together.
"Yeah I'm not, you are though. This some southern love," Robyn nearly moaned.
Onika turned her sights away, her hands fiddling with her apron's strings. "Tell me about you, Mrs. Give Truckers Itis."
Onika laughed, a hearty one. She shook her head side to side and looked up towards the younger woman. "I can assure you, you're the only trucker I've given itis to," Onika smiled.
She looked at the glossiness of Robyn's lips from the butter, and the glow in her face after eating a meal with love, a meal she intentionally prepared. "Onika," she said is all.
"Onika," Robyn said before she gulped the cold water from her refrigerator. She would keep the canned drink Ms. Onika brought to the truck for a later time.
"I like the way that tastes," Robyn didn't allow silence to consume them.
She placed the cleaned plate atop her refrigerator and stood, clad in towel and bra.
Onika gasped, for many reasons. Her heart sped up and out of her chest as the trucker turned around and unintentionally flexed her back muscles. She turned her head again, the control left outside of the truck, maybe in the kitchen, maybe still at the doorstep.
"You don't have to leave, but I'm about to slip my sleep bottoms on beneath my towel. Look away, or not," Robyn teased.
Onika looked down at her finger, the wedding ring on the windowsill of the kitchen's main wall. She hissed and couldn't help but to look at the flaccid member that Robyn did so poorly to hide.
"I should...I should go," Onika told herself to stand, to get up and leave and go back to being the dutiful wife she was.
But there was something that shifted in the air. Something intense, something unreadable and something she had never felt before.
"I won't force you, Ms. Onika," Robyn promised. Her boxers fitting and forming a silhouette along her upper thigh. She sat on the bed, stretching and gazing Ms. Onika up and down.
"You can't look at me like that," Onika hissed, her body hotter than ever. The fact that she had on no undergarments made her nervous, she was afraid her heat could be smelled by the trucker who was responsible for it in the first place.
"Tell me to stop, Ms. Onika." Robyn urged. She palmed herself through her briefs and reached her free hand out just as she'd done earlier. "Tell me you fed me like that out of hospitality and hospitality only," Robyn encouraged.
Onika's lips watered, both sets. She felt Robyn's mouth on her neck then her breast. The apron was shedded, followed by the moo-moo. Her body, bare to Robyn who was now face deep between her legs.
"You smell so lovely," Robyn complimented, her mouth wet with anticipation and a need for release.
"Oh my God," Onika shivered as the truck's cab lights dimmed.
Robyn sucked her erect clit, her lips soft against something so beautiful and moist. The essence the older woman exuded, clean, scented of warm, sweet honey almost.
"No, that's me, baby," Robyn smirked against her treasure. She felt it pulsating, she widened her legs or maybe Robyn's grip did.
Whatever it was, she was needy and ready. "While I'd love to go deeper, I need to be inside you."
Onika wasn't prepared for the intrusion, something new but welcoming, still very different than what she was used to.
"Robyn," Onika moaned, her hands inevitably wrapping around Robyn's neck. She was full, filled to capacity, on the brink of pain but sulking completely in pleasure.
In and out, slowly at first, deliberately tantalizing the older woman with her timeliness. It was something spiritual, something telepathic how she knew exactly what Onika needed.
"Fuck, fuck me, please," she begged.
Robyn's eyes darkened, she gently flipped the woman onto her stomach, her womanhood never leaving the warmth between Onika's legs. She began to pound the woman into the mattress, stroking like she knew they would both cum prematurely.
"Yes, fuck me, Robyn!" Her mouth hung agape as she took the pleasure past her normal threshold. She felt the tip kissing her cervix, an imprint she knew she would spend her lifetime thinking about. Robyn was fucking her unrelentingly long, her ass in agreement as the sounds of her gushy center began to clamp close around the rod poking into her stomach.
"Can you cum for me, Ms. Onika? Can you cum on my dick? I want to smell your goodness when I wake up," Robyn placed all of her weight on Onika as her stroke slowed but deepened.
"I- I can't," Onika felt like she would pass out. The penetration was massaging all four walls and then some. Her hands began to reach for something solid, something that would ground her into this mattress beneath her deeper than Robyn's strokes were doing.
"You can, you're a big girl. Grown ass woman, you can take this dick," the praise was the older woman's undoing.
Her walls clamped tightly, almost painfully against and around Robyn who pushed through the orgasm with expertise of a professional lover. Onika cried out, her love sounds primal, raw. Something even porn couldn't replicate.
Robyn groaned, her release crawling up her thighs into and out of her life force. She pulled out, the proof of their coming together in her hand and on Onika's thighs now.
She heaved, they both did as the atmosphere softened. The knife, a non factor and regret. The angry call with her dispatch? It didn't even matter in this moment.
She grabbed her bath towel and cleaned her hand and Onika's thigh before entering the woman once again. The two moaned together, missionary next in line for ways to come together.
The night was eventful, the next day came and as promised the truck was gone and away from its parking spot. Onika ghosted her lips, her thighs trembled as she cooked breakfast for her family who was supposed to be walking through the door at any moment.
She smiled, the ghost of Robyn's body still pressed against her body as she fixed four plates for her children, husband, and herself. She kept the curtains opened, the natural light agreeing with her skin in a manner she hadn't felt before. She decided to switch it up, her moo-moo replaced with a sundress that accentuated her curves. Her natural straight hair curly with leave in conditioner from her early morning shower and Robyn's dominant but gently hair tugs.
She looked out the window again, the familiar F-150 kicking up dust beneath its tires. The familiar voices bringing a different warmth to her chest today. She eased the thoughts and walked to the door to continue her duties as the docile woman, mother, and wife she indeed was.
