Tales from the Road Ch. 01

Many thanks go to RF-Fast and FyreHeart for their editing and suggestions that enhanced the story. Any bad grammar left is wholly on me and my artistic style.

LEGALESE: Don't read this if you are underage, if it is illegal in your area, if it is offensive to you, or if you cannot distinguish fiction from reality. This is a work of fiction. All characters active are of the age of consent.

I don't consider myself a writer or author, I'm a storyteller. So please take that into consideration when you read it, it should be read like someone is telling you the story. I am not now, or never have been, an English major. So synonyms may be wrong, and the grammar may not be correct, but it is like people really talk. I've never talked to someone that had perfect grammar.

I write for my enjoyment and for the people that like it. If you don't like how and what I write, oh well. Don't read it. My feelings won't be hurt.

For those of you that do like what I've posted so far, thank you and I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it.

A word of warning, I write good stories, I hope, with some decent sex in them. If you're looking for a stroker look somewhere else.

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As I was perusing my directory of ideas and kernels of ideas, I discovered that quite a few have vehicles of one sort or another as a common theme. This is the beginning of a collection, not a series. While the stories are numbered, they are in no way connected beyond that common theme. Some may not have much of a beginning or an ending, but I hope you find them interesting.

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01 Road trip

A tit in the hand is worth...

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In my youth, I joined a civilian-military auxiliary whose prime mission was searching for downed aircraft. Being in a northern state that involved a fair amount of 'brush country' searching. Several times a year we would gather and go rummaging around in the woods in search of 'victims' and 'downed aircraft'.

The actual name of the organization will remain nameless to protect the innocent.

But, that puts me in a MOST enjoyable situation. Cruising down the road on a warm spring day in a car full of people. Me sitting in the middle in the front, my arms crossed, my right hand under my left arm... and in the top of the driver enjoying a nice handful of firm tit.

The trip started off innocent enough. Seven of us packed in a car with four in the back and three in the front. The four in the back were fairly skinny, so it was snug but not packed. The front passenger was a bit... larger, and for me to sit without feeling packed, I simply crossed my arms instead of putting them at my side. The next three hours was going to be fun.

But shortly into the drive, several right turns pressed me into the not too bad looking driver. That pressed the fingers of my hand into the side of her bra encased tit under her tank top. On the fourth turn, she lifted her arm a bit to let me press fully into the side of her tit. She looked straight ahead but smiled when I stayed pressed against her tit.

I started cautiously moving my fingers a bit, and she didn't pull away. After a few minutes I uncurled my fingers and began caressing the side of her tit. That got me a nice soft sigh.

When I began to run my fingers under the underside of her tit, she moved her arm. I was half expecting her to stop me, but she just moved her arm to block the view of the passenger. I caressed the underside of her tit, making a few jaunts up to the now noticeable nipple bump. That made me smile when she sucked air the first couple of times I ran my fingernail across the material over her nipple. The cupping of the tit with a squeeze of nipple just before our first bathroom break got the barest of squeaks.

I inwardly smiled as we returned to the car, her tank top was now untucked from her jeans!

We settled in the car her hands going straight to the top of the wheel to give me access, and taking advantage of the unspoken invitation I scooted right up beside her.

We had barely made it onto the highway and I had a hand on her tit over the tank top. Giving it some very firm squeezes and a few nice nipple pinches.

Now it was time to test my suppositions. In between a few good squeezes, I began inching the side of her tank top up... no opposition!

In a few minutes, I had lifted the tank top up just enough to snake my hand under and inside. Mmmmmm nice! I had a handful of tit barely covered in lace. I could feel the heat of her tit and her nipple harden between my fingers as I rolled it. Feeling it poke the palm of my hand as I took its weight and ran my fingertips across the bare skin just above the bra cup.

I spent the next two hours enjoying a nice handful of firm tit, even stretching a few times on the curves to lightly stroke the inside of the far tit.

And with all the chatting among the girls, she gave no hint beyond a few little hitches in her speech that she was getting nicely groped while she drove.

But we arrived, so that little joy was over with... kinda.

Everybody piled out and began setting up. There was no real formal layout, just pick your spot and start in. The guys setting up the comm truck had picked out their high spot and marked the guy wire points, everything else was fair game.

I had not been involved long enough to 'get with a group', so I had packed my two-man plus tent, figuring to have plenty of room for me and my gear. It was a quick set-up tent, so I had my bag and everything laid out inside the tent in about half an hour.

I was kneeling to arrange my extra stuff when I was pushed aside a bit and 'she' came in and laid back on her elbow on my sleeping bag smiling and briefly glancing down at her mostly unbuttoned top with a lot of cleavage and some bra edge showing.

I glanced down at her shirt then back to her eyes, she smiled, so I moved closer and gently put a hand on her partially covered tit.

She moaned softly.

That was my green light. I undid one more button to expose that lace covered tit, the prominent nipple lump and dark areola shadow had me stopping to stare.

She giggled and rolled to her back.

I undid one more button to expose both tits and straddled her hips as both hands went straight to tits for some squeeze and play-time.

There was a soft gasp as she thrust her tits into my hands. I played a bit more enjoying myself when she stopped me. I thought it was over.

She grinned and reached into her bra to lift her tits up and out.

I grinned and resumed, playing with nice bare tits out in the open. I had played under tops before with other women, but out where I could see what I was doing was a first.

I got a good hold on each and began lifting as I rolled her nipples, then leaned forward with my mouth open but stopped and looked at her.

She smiled and put her hand behind my neck. I almost bit her nipple from the hiss through her teeth as I got the first one between my lips. I enjoyed suckling and squeezing for what seemed like both an eternity and a microsecond before the sound of people outside startled her.

She pushed me back and tucked her tits in while buttoning up her shirt. Sticking her head out of the tent flap she paused shortly to see if the area was clear gave me a nice view of her tightly encased jean ass, then she was gone.

I waited a bit, then headed for the backside of a large bush to relieve the pressure having a nice pair of tits to play with had built up.

And by evening we had 'gotten down to business'. Prepping for things to start way to damn early in the morning. I had found out the hard way a long time ago I was NOT a morning person.

In that light, I had decided to get into the communications end of the outfit. I was the new guy, so I got the second shift to monitor the radios. That meant sitting in the back of a canvas covered deuce and a half in the sun.

We staked out the side flaps and rolled the front and rear up, but it was still toasty. It may not have been very comfortable, but it was WAY better than getting up with the sun and hacking my way through the underbrush all day! I was also the guy that got to operate the hand pump to transfer the fuel from the cans to the generator. It's amazing how the twenty-four-hour fuel tank runs low on the second shift, isn't it?

Sunday afternoon it was the drive up in reverse, but the tank top was untucked from the start. The voice vote was for only the one gas and bathroom stop on the way back. A third of the way back we made the gas and bathroom stop. She came back carrying a bag and grinning.

I grinned as I slid my hand back under her top. She had folded her bra cups down while inside! And as soon as it got dark, I slid my hand across to the other tit for a bit. Back and forth between tits hanging out of bra cups for several hours had me hitting the bathroom when I got home and trying not to roar as I came so mom wouldn't hear.

I was unable to feel up my favorite driver over the next year and a half due to the vagarities of drivers sharing driving duty, but at least she did make two quick visits to my tent during that time. Braless and ready to be played with! The last one she even rolled over and gave me an evening blow job! I made sure to reward her with a nice mouthful of warm cum for her efforts.

What was really amazing was in all this time, she had never spoken to me when we were alone or if I was feeling her up in the car. I knew she had a so-so boyfriend, and I guess as long as she didn't say anything she could deny it ever happened in her mind. I didn't think too hard on it. I was just glad to get my hands on a nice pair of tits every once in a while. I'd had a few girlfriends, but so far they were 'in the back seat in the dark' kind of girls. Tits out in the light to be admired and played with were most refreshing.

Over the next winter things changed in the communications group. I had been making some progress in the group, and was no longer the bottom man. But the group comm leader was headed off for a different college and planned to transfer to a different group close to the new college.

There were several of the guys more senior than I that wanted to take over as comm leader, but part of that was taking the truck and the two trailers. They all lived in nice neighborhoods and apartment complexes that would make that impossible. We lived on five acres at the end of a county road.

Of the three that wanted it, two of them were snobs that just really wanted the title. Yes, they were fairly competent radio guys, but that's it. I wasn't much better or worse, but I wasn't putting on airs. The third guy was the one that kinda took me under his wing when I joined up and taught me quite a bit, so we came to an understanding.

I was going to be the official comm leader, and he would be my assistant. Whenever I could I would be 'unavailable' and he would do all the functions and meetings he could. I had the truck and wanted to make a LOT of improvements to it. He was liking my desired improvements, so he was all in.

I had an ace in the hole, one of my best friend's dad owned a junkyard. I helped out from time to time for parts to fix my car and could salvage bits and pieces if I wanted to for free or at a minimal cost. His dad was also ex-Navy, so he helped all the local auxiliary units as he could.

We welded two steel utility beds from wrecked utility trucks together and replaced the bed on the deuce with it. This got us something solid we could almost stand up in. A bad blower that had been used for working in manholes got a new switch and cord and a couple of cans of spray paint to make one hell of an exhaust fan. The short section of flex duct still connected would have to do for now. Carpet from a passenger van got us something besides the steel floor to stand on.

I built a nice bench for all the radios and installed actual power outlets instead of stringing together cords and splitters. I also put in a couple of lights on a three-position switch. Regular white and yellow for use at night to cut down on the flying dive bombers.

It also meant no more chance of feeling up bare tits on long drives. I had to drive the truck to and from exercises, and forty-five miles an hour with no air conditioning didn't exactly attract female passengers.

In the first outing I was damn glad I still had the tarp in the front seat. That metal topper got HOT in the sun. We stretched it across the ladder rack and turned the exhaust fan on high to make it tolerable. The second day wasn't as bad, the tarp was still up, and fan was on by mid-morning instead of waiting for it to heat up.

That fall was the rude awakening at the other end of the spectrum. It was a state wide exercise, held later in the year and farther north. IT WAS FUCKING COLD!!!

I took Friday off to drive up, partially because I wanted a decent place to park the truck, and partially to show up the big city guys. My assistant had informed me that whoever got set up first on site was the comm unit for the weekend. Everybody else had to go trudge with the rest of the troops.

The fancy big city boys pulled in in their converted old Greyhound bus Saturday morning and did their best to convince me to shut down and let them take over. I just smiled and shook my head. They tried to get the exercise commander to shut me down. He almost did until I quoted the regs my assistant had told me.

Those radios barely gave off enough heat to keep warm, and in my infinite wisdom, I had neglected to insulate the topper or bring a space heater. A space heater from the basement was tossed in when I got home before I even began unpacking. My first project when it warmed up a bit was to start stripping insulation from some conversion vans.

My next big break was the spring hand-me-down meeting. It has an official name, but if I put that in here you will all know what branch and type of unit I'm talking about. Suffice it to say, the 'real units' had old, damaged, or obsolete equipment that they were putting out to the reserve and auxiliary units. The reserve units got the first choice, then the auxiliary units could look it over on a first come first serve basis. We were several hours away and didn't usually get much.

But... don't ask me to name all the steps, but through my buddies dad's friend's cousin's in-laws friends, etc., who was a cool guy by the way, we had somebody in the reserves that got us a list of equipment being put out, and several things I saw on the list interested me. Using the same connections, I put on my uniform and drove up for a quick unofficial walk-through a week before the reserves made their pick.

Several of my potential treasures were duds, but laying eyeballs on several items made my day. I pointed out my treasures with a few questioning looks, he didn't have the same opinion I did, and thought those items would go to the scrap yard. I then pointed to one of the pieces that was likely to be snatched up long before I could get to it. "You know, with all those pieces missing on that thing, it really should be down here with the scrap stuff."

"What missing pieces?"

I smiled, "The ones that will be missing and put with some of the junk items I want when you loan me a couple of wrenches and turn around for a while."

He smiled and came back with a pair of crescent wrenches. Half an hour later he grabbed a jeep and we moved my new treasure down on the far end with the rest of the scrap items. He was just happy I was taking a few items he thought were going to wind up in the junkyard, one good item was more than making up for taking them.

Three weeks later the operations officer and I got up WAY too damn early and he drove up to the base with me. He didn't really want to go until I told him what I was getting if I got there early. I had to bribe him by stopping for coffee and donuts on the way up, and I don't drink coffee.

I had to chuckle, the gate guard must be really bored. I was just slowing down when he raised the barrier. It helped I drove the old deuce and a half instead of a civilian vehicle. I needed the pintle hitch.

IT'S CHRISTMAS TIME!!!

We were in about twenty minutes before we were supposed to be, and I backed up to my big treasure and had it hooked and pulled back out in the drive lane before anybody else had pulled on the lot. Only then did we find the distribution supervisor and begin picking out our wanted items.

He kinda scratched his head on what I wanted, but since everybody else was up with 'the good stuff', he didn't say anything more than 'sign here'. The operations guy signed and then sighed as we slowed for the drive home. We were illegal as all hell, but we looked like military so nobody bothered us.

What a sight. A deuce and a half with four, count 'em four, trailers behind it. All short so it was a real wild tail we were dragging. Thank God it was a calm day. We had the good tower trailer with an old water buffalo taking up the space under the folded down tower. A second but damaged tower trailer followed behind that with an old two wheel trailer full of miscellaneous electrical cables at the end with a bent hitch so it dog tracked the entire trip back.

We did thirty-five miles an hour all the way home. The sun was setting as I dropped him off, and well down by the time I pulled in. I grinned and pumped my fist as I staggered out of the cab and in for supper.

The first project was the easiest. Take the three good inner sections and hardware from the damaged tower trailer and transfer them to the heavy metal topper on the deuce and a half. It was only three short sections instead of four, but it was tall enough to let me put a half-wave SSB antenna up along with getting the rest of my antennas nice and high running nothing but the truck.

The parts I had tossed in with the miscellaneous wire were put back on the good tower trailer, and with a few minor repairs that was done and pushed off to the side until we got to the next step on it.

Next was the trailer with all the cables in it. Most of what was on top really was truly junk, but buried under that I saw a pair of slave cables. Turns out there was even a third set. All had bad ends, but the plug housings were good. Our local farm store made custom battery cables and was able to take all the parts and make one good regular length set and splice the other two for a double-length cable. I wasn't even going to want to haul it out, but it would be necessary to have one that long on our rig. We had the nice surprise of finding a decent heavy-duty long power cord in the pile, so we wouldn't have to buy one right away.

Now came the fun project. The new monster generator trailer. It was a lot of work, and it cost me several weekends of free labor at the junkyard in trade for some welding, but it was done. We lifted our current oversized generator off it's stubby trailer then stripped the box off the junk wire trailer and chopped the frame short just in front of the axle. Welding that to the back of the generator trailer gave us a double axle trailer.

A big fuel tank from an old front-end loader was dropped between the frame rails before we set the generator back in, then we mounted the water buffalo tank in front of it once the generator was bolted back down. That double-length slave cable was put on an old reel salvaged from a propane truck and mounted on the back of the generator trailer along with the long power cord on another smaller reel.

It looked really ugly until we went through a case and a half of spray paint. Don't look at the runs, I'm not Rembrandt. I grinned, that oversized generator was going to come in real handy, REAL handy.

We applied for a change in our radio license. They didn't believe us and had to come out and do an inspection but they walked away grinning and shaking their heads. We had a few little things to do for full compliance but we had a provisional pending the corrections, and we had all summer until the fall exercise to get it done.