The Hotshot Hotwife Encounter

Before I get deeply in this I suppose an introduction is appropriate. I'm Nick, short for Nicholas. I'm a retired Marine and for the past 4 years I've been an independent hotshot driver. For those of you who don't know what a hotshot driver is, it is a towing/hauling service using "regular" ¾ ton or larger trucks usually with a flatbed or other style trailer. If you tow <26,000 lbs no special licenses are required, it can be quite lucrative if you get in with a company who keeps you plenty busy. My area of expertise is in 5th Wheel Trailer delivery and I'm contracted to a large RV manufacturer in Indiana. I deliver their newly completed trailers country wide to include Canada. On occasion my haul has been a factory repaired trailer vice a new one. This story has to do with a recent return of a repair to Alberta Canada.

I'm a fairly down to earth guy who never married because of the stresses the Corps puts on a family. There have been on again off again relationships but nothing permanent. I enjoy the independence and flexibility this life style provides. In fact my easy going attitude is what has brought me a lot of trailer deliveries, I don't rush to get anywhere and am a very safe driver.

A few weeks ago as I was completing paperwork on my latest delivery in Indiana. I saw that my schedule showed to pick up a factory repaired 2018 38 ft fifth wheel and deliver it to Leduc, Alberta.

I've made this 1,800 mile run a number of times but this was the first with a "used" rig. As I was talking to the company transportation officer about the rig weights she mentioned that the fee for this delivery was a bit lower than usual. I glared at her because I'm contracted and my per mile rates are pretty locked in. She explained what was different about this load.

Normally I stay in motels along the route but it seems the owner, as a money saving idea, had offered to allow the driver to use the rig for overnights during the trip.

I considered for a moment and then asked, "Wasn't this a warranty repair? That's no cost to the customer, right?"

"Ya, that's normal but in this case Dexter wanted repairs here vice at a warranty shop in Canada because they wanted all the parts and pieces back," She explained, "seems their warranty department agreed to the repair and someone higher up popped a fuse due to the distance involved and costs. We stepped up and guaranteed the owner we'd get the rig back to her. But, we'd like to save some money and she offered to let the rig be used by the driver."

"That's more than just a bit unusual, but it sounds good to me, greater flexibility in my pee and rest breaks I guess," I said.

Karen (the TO) said, "Great, we'll have it all prepped and topped off for the run." She saw me looking at my phone, "you expecting any weather?" and she continued to jabber, "the retailer in Leduc is going to go over the rig to prep it like a new delivery, no worries about living in it for a few nights."

I checked my weather app and nodded, "Well, maybe... the forecast is looking pretty cold, but precipitation, snow, maybe, maybe not" I shrugged, "who knows. I'll just take it as it comes and get there safely."

"That's what we like about you Nick" she said as she handed me the docs for the run, "see you tomorrow."

When I woke up the next morning it was a bone chilling 5F with wintry blue gray clouds. The drive to the lot was uneventful but damn it was cold. I was expecting temps to drop as I headed N but at least it wasn't that -40 stint we saw in February.

I picked up the keys from the TO and proceeded to check and hook up the rig. Damn this was a nice trailer. Usually I never even look inside but since I was going to be spending the night in this one a few times I had put my small carry on size suitcase onto the bed and then put a few 6 packs of Pepsi into the frig, some Bailey's to warm me up, stowed some frozen food, hot chocolate (I don't drink coffee) and checked that there was water, the black tank was ready, propane was full, batteries were charged and slides were in and locked. Then a quick pre-move check including lights, tire pressures, electric brake check and I was off and driving.

As I pulled out of the lot I glanced at the clock, 7:30 am. "Right on time" I said to no one. Then I headed south to 20 and avoid the damned toll roads picking up I94 near Waterford.

My tow vehicle is a 2018 RAM Longhorn 3500 dually with a 6.7L diesel, she tows like a dream, you hardly know there's something behind you. I had upgraded a number of things on the truck but hadn't gotten to installing a larger fuel tank. So, I was still using the 43 gallon stock diesel tank, meaning I had to get fuel more often than I'd have liked.

The trip was pretty uneventful until around Chicago when the weather took a turn for the worse. It began snowing and the temp dropped to 44 F. I pulled over near Mauston, WI and consulted the Gods. Weather looked dodgy so I decided to try and stay south of the worst and stick with I90 instead of a more direct route north through Minnesota, I'd head due west.

I pulled out and slowed from my normal 65 mph to 55 mph, just then a little Red Mercedes SUV with a rainbow sticker on the back window shot past me going way too fast. By way too fast I mean, WAY TOO FAST. I flashed my lights at it hoping to get them to slow down. More than once I'd seen this and later found them upside down in a ditch, once with deadly results.

A little while later I saw the same car parked on the shoulder. Not 10 minutes later the same car flashed past me again. It had to be doing 75 in this rotten weather. I flashed, shook my head and hoped they had the 4 wheel drive mode.

About an hour later there's the little car again stopped on the shoulder. I shook my head and wondered, "Why the hell are you driving so fast? Pointless with the stops."

A few minutes later, "WHOOSH" there it goes again past me. I flash and just smile at them.

Not long after that it's time for a fuel stop and I pulled into a Flying-J just east of Albert Lea, MN. It's snowing heavily and windy as hell now, temps have to be in the mid teens and who knows what it is with the windchill, single digits or lower? I installed my winter radiator cover and then began fueling. As I'm assessing weather I see the same Mercedes backing out of a parking space and then pull in across from me to get fuel.

The car crunches to a stop and just sits there. The windows are tinted and I can't make out who or how many are in there. About a minute goes by and the door opens. Out steps a woman grossly inappropriately dressed for the weather we're experiencing. She is a few inches shorter than me, short cut brown hair, not short like a boy cut but short wavy and stylish, she's wearing a thin black jacket over light tan flared leg pants and a white matching button up blouse.

I'm right on the opposite side of the pump where she's fumbling with her card. She drops it, then jams it in, pulls it out and flips it over... I'm trying to hide my smile/smirk when she finally she gets the card swiped, punches a few buttons, and then can't get the nozzle out. The whole time she clearly shivering.

I just can't take any more of this, "Hey, here... let me help you." I step around and get the nozzle out, "you've done the hard bits and must be frozen by now, why don't you get inside where it's warm and I'll pump this for you." adding "I have to stand here anyway while mine fills."

She glances at me.

Even with her hair blowing around like it's in a food processor, she has beautiful hazel eyes, light eye makeup, not gaudy but refined, strikes me as elegant. "Oooh!" My nose catches a whiff of perfume, nice fragrance, "that's nice." I think to myself.

"Yes, thank you so much," she says as she struggles with the door. I open it and she flops inside almost falling when one of her feet slips on some ice.

The door closes and I go back to watching wind, snow, and pumps.

My truck fills first and take care of it and then step around to her side again. Her pump stops and I grab the receipt before it blows away. She rolled down her window to get it and I take the opportunity.

"I've seen you a few times on the road, you look to be in a hurry but please slow down in this weather, it's too dangerous to be driving that fast."

She nodded as she took the receipt and rolled the window back up.

Without so much as a "Thanks for the assistance, now fuck off", she drives away fishtailing up the on-ramp. I just smile and shake my head.

The freeway was in near white out conditions and nearly deserted now. The radio was saying that the authorities were banning all road traffic in a few near-by areas.

"Yup, we're done" I thought to myself. I was down to 15 mph and decided to get off the freeway at the next off ramp and find a spot to wait this out. Just as I was coming up over an overpass 2 miles from the off ramp I saw headlights facing me on my side of the freeway.

Shaking my head (ya, I know I do that a lot) I figured, "Some one into the bank." In weather like this it'd be criminal not to stop so I pulled up and stopped. The car had spun around and embedded itself deeply into a drift next to a guardrail, it's tracks were rapidly disappearing under newly fallen snow but the tires were spinning with no movement out of the car at all.

"Fucking blizzard this is," I thought to myself.

The drivers side door was against the bank so I reached for the passenger door and realized it was the same little Mercedes. I pulled and the door was locked.

I knocked on the window, "ARE YOU OK?" I hollered over the wind.

The window came down a bit. "Yes"

I quickly assessed the situation, "Look, you're stuck, come with me and we'll get somewhere safe!"

"No, I can get out," she said gunning the engine. The tires just spun with no effect what-so-ever.

Then I could almost read her mind, I raised my voice, "Ma'am, it's hopeless, come with me. You can't sit in the snow idling to keep warm, you'll asphyxiate yourself in there!"

She apparently ignored me.

So, BANG! BANG! BANG! on the roof of her car to get her undivided attention, and shouted, "YOU'RE GOING TO DIE!"

She banged on the steering wheel, grabbed her purse, and slid to the passenger side. I held the door open for her as she got out. She slipped and fell against me.

"I've got you!" I said as the door closed. We head the few feet to my truck and she stops.

"My phone!" she shouts and gestures to the car.

"Forget it, I have one." I shout back.

After a few slips and bumps I got her into my truck and without any conversation I got us moving in 4 wheel drive low.

I peered through the windscreen trying my best just to keep rolling. "I'm Nick.. now lets get off this damned freeway" I said.

"Jackie" she said, "thank you for helping."

I turned on the seat heater for her, mine as well as the steering wheel heater was already on.

The off ramp was only about ½ mile and was a lot worse than I'd hoped, even at 10 mph I was sliding. It gave me a few heart attacks but I managed to get down the ramp. Thankfully right at the underpass there was a large flat area so I pulled in. It was clearly where a building had been torn down because there were old signs still up. Some long dead gas station I supposed.

I slowly pulled in, the wheels spinning from time to time but I finally got us fully off the road.

"Next time the chains go on." I said to no one in particular.

"Ok, wait here," I said. I got out into the blast of a near blizzard so I could put down the front landing gear in order to get clearance just in case I had to unhook, put chocks under the tires, put down the rear 4 jacks just enough to stabilize us and get us near level, turned on the propane valves, and then went inside the trailer.

I turned on the furnace and water heater, put out the slides and then went to get Jackie.

She refused to get out of the truck. "NO! We have to get somewhere safe."

"Look, it's too dangerous, the roads are closed by order of the police and we can't stay in the truck. The trailer is a perfect refuge to wait this out." Then I fell back on my gunny years and added, "I INSIST!" as I motioned for her to get the hell out of my truck.

She slid out. Everywhere around was a whiteout. You couldn't see shit beyond about 20 feet because of the blowing snow.

"Watch your step" I helped her up the steps and into the trailer.

I followed her up into the relatively quiet of the trailer and closed the door behind me. The trailer was still far from getting really comfortable temperature wise. Jackie was shivering.

"Here" I said and took off my coat put it around her and motioned for her to sit down, "I have to get a few more things done." She sat down on one of the larger chairs and looked around.

The trailer was quite large when the slides were out, most trailers were pretty damned nice nowadays. Nothing like the cramped minimalist things they used to be.

Pushing the button for the generator was rewarded by a distant rumble and a brightening of lights and some beeps as 120 Hz power surged through the system.

"Ah, what do you say we put that electricity to some good use," I said as I flipped on the fireplace heater. If it was like usual the fireplace heater was a 5,000 BTU pointed right at Jackie. It glowed and rapidly heated up, "There you go" then almost absentmindedly I added in my best caveman voice, "man make fire, fire good."

I saw Jackie smile for the first time.

Then it dawned on me that it was a fake fireplace, so I added, "Fire good, even if fire not really fire... but something kinda sorta similar color wise... but hell it's hot."

She smiled again.

"Oh ya, almost forgot," I said, I picked up my phone and found the local sheriff's office number. I called and told them where we were so that if they got called about a spun out car on the side of the road they'd know what was what, that a woman had spun out on the freeway and that we were hunkered down safe. Short call, they thanked me and said they didn't know when the roads would be cleared.

By the time I got off the phone the temperature inside was comfortable enough for me to begin feeling hot in my snow pants. I stood up and undid my snow pants. This brought a quizzical look from Jackie.

"Snow pants, I'm getting hot in all this," I said reassuringly. She nodded and finally began to talk, albeit quite nervously.

"Thanks so much for helping me. I had slowed down like you suggested but I guess it wasn't enough," she rolled her eyes, "obviously".

I slipped off each leg as Jackie watched with some interest. "Well, snow can be deceiving, even a little bit can cause you to spin. Hell, we were sliding just on the off-ramp barely moving. Finding this spot was quite lucky, we're level and comfy," I said and hung up the pants next to the door.

That left me wearing a flannel long sleeved shirt, blue jeans, and my Tony Lama boots.

She slipped off my coat and handed it to me, "Thank you, you're very kind."

"Ah, you just don't know me well enough to know otherwise," I winked, "Do you?"

Then it came to me, "Oh sorry, do you need to call anyone to let them know where you are?"

She went to grab her purse and then remembered, "Crap, I left it in the car."

"Um, I could get it, but," I looked at the door, "I really don't want to go out there. You can use mine." I said and handed her my phone and stood up to make myself hot chocolate.

"Thank you! I should call my husband." she paused and smiled, "He'll probably get all the wrong ideas when I'm calling him on some strange man's phone."

"Oh good, I work hard on being strange, I'm glad it shows," I looked at her and gave her my best cheesy smile. "Hot chocolate? It's the preferred drink of strange men."

Her lips tightened up into a little chuckle and nodded, "Yes, please". As I stood there making our drink I listened to one side of a damned odd conversation.

"Hi honey it's Jackie. I can't get home tonight because of the weather."

"Oh, I'm using a good Samaritan's phone," a pause, "a man who stopped to help me lent me his phone. I forgot mine in the car."

She sounded exasperated, "If you wait a moment I'll tell you. Yes, I'm safe. I spun out and got stuck, oh... and you said with the 4 wheel drive they wouldn't do that."

"Oh, not fast."

I turned and looked at her, my eyes wide open as if to say "Ya, right"

She smiled, pointed her finger at me and wagged it then waving her hand to silence me.

"It's still on the freeway. Like I said, a nice man rescued me and let me borrow his phone."

"What do you mean, How do I know he's nice? He stopped in a blizzard to save me from freezing to death. I think that kinda qualifies."

"An older gentleman... what?"

I heard that... "OLDER?!" I thought to myself. "Older, damn, it had finally happened. I'm the creepy old guy your mom warned you about."

She got quieter, "His name is Nick, I don't know, 60"

I turned to look at her frowned, and then mouthed "SIXTY?" at her. She added... "ok, 50ish."

I smiled and turned back to the chocolate.

"Well, about as tall as you, a bit thinner, gray hair, short beard, he's making hot chocolate, what? What has that got to do with... ok"

"Um Nick?" she said to me.

I didn't turn to her but answered, "Yup?"

"Joe wants to know if there are little marshmallows in the hot chocolate." she said dead pan.

I replied as if that was the dumbest question I'd ever heard, "Of course it does, wouldn't be proper hot chocolate without little marshmallows now would it?" I replied, "Sheesh, what a silly question."

"Did you hear that?" and then back to the one sided conversation.

"Nick, I already told you."

"Yes, we're safe. At least I think we are. He's towing a trailer. We pulled over after picking me up. We're just off the freeway somewhere around Fairmont, I think."

"Yes, food?" She looked up at me and I nodded, "Yup, we have food. Yes, the police know where we are. Nick called them first thing after we got off the freeway."

"What do you mean a gentleman?... Oh, well yes, so far anyway."

"Well I'm using his phone so you must have his number," she said with growing exasperation.

The bottle of Bailey's I'd stashed caught my eye. I picked it up and pointed to it.

Jackie nodded. Bailey's gives hot chocolate a nice kick and I felt I needed it. So, in went a shot or two, handed her a cup and then sat down at the dining table and tried my hardest to not look like I was eavesdropping.

They spoke for about 5 minutes, most of which I couldn't quite make out. But what I did...

"Yes I remember, but what does that..."

"Well, yes. I was expecting to be home tonight, I've been gone three weeks."

"Yes, I did."

"Yes, I am."

"Uh huh"

She glanced up at me, "Fit" and then wiggled her cup at me as she lifted her eyebrows indicating she'd like more.

This cup had a bit more Bailey's in it.

"Yes"

"Of course I did."

"I don't know if he's married, it hasn't come up." She looked at me.

I shook my head and mouthed, "No."

"What do you mean what's wrong with him?"

"I don't know, maybe he likes guys, or maybe little boys."

I almost spit my hot chocolate out over that one. Looking at her I cupped my hands in front of me as if I were cradling tits and mouthed, "I like women."

She rolled her eyes again, "Ok, he said he's not but... yes, but..."

Then she dropped her voice to a bare whisper but I still made out what she said, "I don't know, maybe, how should I know, it hadn't crossed my mind or come up in conversation. Yes, I know we've talked but it's been talk."

She turned further away from me, "No, I don't know, it's not like he's whipped it out to show me." Followed by indistinguishable words.

I could see in the reflection on the window that Jackie had glanced up at me when she said that. I didn't show any reaction other than to gasp into my hot chocolate but I felt a jolt of nervous adrenaline and my cock certainly had waken up to provide it's input or prove I liked women, should I need it.