Keep Your Eyes On The Road, Choom

Valerie had been born into the Bakkers, a Nomadic Clan that was struggling to remain independent even before her birth.

Her parents had died during a skirmish with the Raffen Shiv when she was very young, and as a result, the clan took her in and raised her to be just one of them. She grew fond of machines, especially vehicles, and weapons. Like many other Nomad, the Bakkers would try to get jobs with whoever was offering which led them on bid wars: The nomads were looking to make as many eddies as possible, but the corporations were looking to save as many eddies too, and with so many nomads out there, the corporations would always win and the nomads to would permanently lose.

As Valerie continued to grow up, so did her passion for cars and trucks, but also did her lust. Like many other nomads, she had her first experience during an escort job for Petrochem, she was the gunner, and Charlie was the driver. Charlie was a free spirit and in spite of being so young, around sixteen or so he said, he already had several jobs under his belt. Much like Valerie and other young members of the Bakkers, he had lost his parents at a very young age. Not too tall and definitely not skinny, he was the fantasy of many of the young Bakkers around, including Valerie, even if she was one year younger than he was.

The job was easy, escort the gigantic transport until they arrived at a Petrochem facility in the middle of bumfuck nowhere, a long drive of several hundred miles under the scorching Badlands sun. Veteran Bakkers had taken point, while Valerie and Charlie had taken the rear. Charlie's car wasn't much to write home about, a Thornton Galena that had been crashed a few times, and patched to keep on running even if it wasn't the best looking. The massive Kaukaz Bratsk was carrying literal tons of materials to their destination, and it also was heavily armored, but as a result, the mechanical behemoth didn't pick up a lot of speed, and the escorts had to match it.

"Fuckin' hell choom" Valerie protested as she rested her foot on the dashboard while Charlie kept on driving "Hell of a time for the AC to crap on us" Valerie was sweating, and would fan herself to no avail, Charlie seemed cool as ever. He had the window rolled down just a little bit so they wouldn't be cooked alive. His dirty blond curls were softly resting on his shoulders. "Sorry about that, Val, I swear it was working before we started this run" the sun was particularly merciless that day, it was barely 1 in the afternoon. "Why do these chooms always pick the shittiest times for a run?" the heat was putting her in a foul mood, and her sweating was not helping, Charlie simply shrugged "My guess is the Raffen, hard to see the fuckers at night. It's the good thing with the Badlands choom, you can always see them comin'" Valerie groaned resting both her legs now on the dashboard, Charlie peered at the annoyed Valerie, she was wearing washed-down, low-cut jeans with so many holes in them that they could hardly be counted as pants. She had even gotten a serious talk by some of the veterans, scolding her for not getting something that was actually weaved with some protective nanofiber at least, but she was also wearing a knotted grey top. Not that it protected much more, but at least it was newer than her jeans. And finally, heavy boots that once had been black and now had that strange brown-yellow discoloration on them. However, Charlie's attention was not focused on what he could see a mile away, but rather, on what he had just next to him. A nomad's diet wasn't the most nutritious, and with corporations flooding the market with synthetic food and leaving the real food to top corpos living in their crystal towers, and with the number of physical jobs and contracts people like Valerie would take a good physique, it also helped that the Badlands had two weather settings: Hot as fuck, and fucked as shit. But Valerie's body was not just in good shape, it was in very good shape. Her skin had darkened due to all the time under the sun, her breasts had filled up, and in spite of her jeans being somewhat loose, anyone could tell her curves had turned her into quite the wet dream herself. "And now I have her for myself", Charlie thought as he grinned discreetly. Valerie protested again, this time folding her arms under her breasts, Charlie couldn't help but look a bit more than he should, enough for the car to steer slightly "What are you doing choom? Eyes on the road!".

Valerie wasn't blind, and she wasn't naive either. The second she heard that Charlie was looking for a partner to run an escort job with him, she found him personally and told him she wanted in. She even told him of the guns she had and the experience she had in such runs, it's not like she had to bargain much, Charlie wanted her with him for the job, and she had made the mistake of showing his cards too early.

Valerie grinned as a flustered Charlie regained control of the car, "It's a miracle this shitbox didn't fall apart" she thought as she turns to look at Charlie with a smile on her face "So, what do you do when you're on the road, with hundreds of miles ahead of you, and a broken AC?" Charlie was now recovered and tried to regain his cool, and he succeeded somewhat "I give up girl, what do you do when you're on the road, with hundreds of miles ahead of you, and a broken AC?" while she was inexperienced, she didn't want to waste any time, she slid her hand to Charlie's lap and started to caress, Charlie nearly lost control of his car again as Valerie shushes him softly "Eyes on the road choom". Valerie's eyes were set on Charlie, who was gulping nervously, "Well there goes his cool" she said to herself as she giggled and continued to caress Charlie's lap, her hand finding his lap and slowly lowering his zipper "V-Valerie, are you sure about this?" he asked looking at her and then at the road "Got any better ideas? For all we know we're just halfway there anyway" without waiting to hear any possible replies, she slides her hand inside Charlie's pants and takes out his cock, already hardened, biting her bottom lip, she looked at him, and then at his growing member, her hand slowly stroking him up and down "Holy shit Valerie..." she couldn't help but feel turned on by his reaction, he was the cool guy back on camp, the one who could do any kind of job no matter how low or dirty and still look awesome while doing it, and now she had him in his hands, literally. She started stroking faster this time, Charlie couldn't help but react to what was happening, and arched his back, looking up "Eyes on the road, choom" she purred. Her strokes were now faster, and she gradually tightened her grip as Charlie began to moan. She didn't know why, but that reaction right there, Charlie with a helpless expression on his face, his cock out, and about to blow his load, turned her on even more, she approaches him enough to whisper into his ear "Want me to do more, choom?".

He didn't know what he was in for when he said yes after hesitating for exactly one second. His breathing had accelerated. Valerie bit her bottom lip again as she unbuckled her seatbelt and leaned against him. She didn't exactly have any idea of what she was really doing, other than what she experienced in those BD's someone had gotten into camp, and while at first, she felt the same way as she did when she was experiencing a dominant wife personality scolding a submissive husband, her actually sliding Charlie's cock into her mouth was a new sensation and experience altogether. "H-holy fuck Valerie!" Charlie gasped as he naturally placed his hand on her head, caressing her red hair "Holy fucking fuck!" her hand was now cupping his balls and fondling them, as her head slowly bobbed back and forth, taking his length into her mouth at one moment, gasping for air and kissing his shaft and licking it the next.

On her part, she had never felt this turned on she had instinctively taken her hand to play with her pussy through her jeans. She started rubbing slowly, in circular motions, as her excitement built up, feeling Charlie's hand on the back of her head and slowly guiding her through the blowjob felt like a rush she had never experienced before, her feeling Charlie's pelvis slightly thrusting against her was another turn on. She had taken the cool guy in the Bakker camp and turned him into a sex-crazed driver and she was loving every single second of it.

"V-Valerie! I'm gonna...!" he couldn't even finish the sentence when a torrent of his hot load rushed into Valerie's throat, the surprise and the inexperience made her back up, as part of Charlie's jizz landed on her cheek. The rush had made Valerie cum too, but she was far more discrete than Charlie. He was breathing heavily, still taking care of the road, as she sat up and buckled her seatbelt again, she was looking for something to clean herself with. "H-holy fucking shit Valerie... That was... Where'd you learn to do that, choom? Fuck!" the taste was definitely something new for her, no BD's would have prepared her for any of that. It wasn't that she hated the taste, but she wasn't used to it. Now recovered, Charlie motioned for the glove compartment, as Valerie finds an old shirt, she shrugs and just cleans Charlie's load from her face.

Now both of them were sweating profusely, but Charlie was definitely still reliving what he had just experienced. "So..." he started, as he glanced at her "So?" Valerie asked, maybe just feigning ignorance "Well... You know, what happens now?" Valerie simply shrugged "We finish the run, wait for that gigantic truck unloads, we get paid, and we go back to camp, choom" now Charlie was having conflicting feelings. Was that it? Was she just horny and wanted to suck him off and call it a day? What could he possibly say or do? While he was tormenting himself, Valerie was having the time of her life. She had tasted him, and she wanted more, her heart was beating so fast it could burst through her chest any moment now.

"Hey, Charlie?" she glanced at him, he clears his throat, trying to regain his cool, but this time, he had utterly failed "Y-yeah, Valerie?" it took all the strength in her not to laugh, but her willpower prevailed "Once we get paid, let's talk, alright?" Charlie's face lit up and a big smile formed on his face "You got it, Valerie!" she rested her feet on the dashboard again "Yes remember, eyes on the road, choom".