HIJACKED
Heather found the note on her desk after lunch. "Meet me outside the Golden Diner at 4 o'clock." She smiled, as she recognized Greg's handwriting, remembering two other rendezvous. One time he had swept her away to a ski lodge for the weekend and another was to the Caribbean. Heather put the note to her face, covering a wide grin as she remembered the passionate nights and the unique places they had made love.
"Heather do you have that report ready for me yet? I need it by the end of the day," called a voice that sounded like a sneaker squeaking on a wet floor.
"I'm working on it Mr. Krumkey. I should have it done by 3:30," Heather called back as her boss toddled past her desk cubby and down the hall.
"Well then, I suggest you quit lollygagging around and get to work," he squawked as his office door closed behind him.
"Yes, Mr. Krumkey," Heather sighed softly to herself as she dropped Greg's note on her desk and sat down. "Believe me, it'll be done well before that, because I'm out of here by 3:45."
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At 3:15 Heather closed Mr. Krumkey's office door behind her and sighed, "Yes, and I have time to spare. Maybe I can get there early and surprise him."
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Heather pulled her car into the gravel parking lot and parked on the side of the large diner near the back. It was a half-mile off the interstate so a lot of truckers and travelers came through. A car left here for a several days would not be unusual. Heather looked in the mirror. Her auburn shoulder length hair framed her face nicely and the new lipstick she had bought at lunch lighted up her whole face. Pleased with the effect, she gathered her purse and keys and got out of the car. She never needed an overnight bag or anything since Greg some how managed to always have everything she needed for these rendezvous.
Heather sauntered to the back corner of the diner and leaned against it to wait. Greg had picked a perfect spot. The possibilities were endless. He had probably gotten the idea several months before when they had played a game of swapping fantasies. She told him how turned on she got when she saw a line of big rigs at the truck stops, so much power.
Heather shivered with excitement, remembering the game and what it had lead to, as she counted the rigs parked in front of her. As her eyes came to the farthest end, she spotted a shirtless trucker with short brown hair and sculptured muscled standing in front of his rig passionately kissing a slender blonde haired woman. Heather felt her arousal rush through her body as she watched his large tanned hands slide down the woman's back and grab her buttocks. She noticed the trucker's bulging blue jeans before he pulled her close and held her against his body with one strong arm, as his other hand slipped under her shirt and grabbed her breast. Heather watched her head fall back as she moaned with excitement, and then melted into his arms. Suddenly, he swept her over his shoulder and carried her into his truck cab.
Heather squirmed and pressed her legs together under her straight gray skirt to subdue her rising clitoris. She pulled a little at her pale pink shirt collar, getting more of the breeze on her neck to cool her anticipation.
Heather paced back and forth along side the diner, looking down the line of big rigs parked side by side and keeping an eye out to see when the couple emerged from the truck. She tried to guess what each of the other drivers looked like by looking at the color of the cabs. Impatient for Greg to arrive, she began to walk down the row of trucks, wondering if anyone was making love in any other cab. She looked at her watch and humphed to herself because it was well past four. She was beyond anxious to know what Greg had planned this time.
As she turned to return to the Diner, a large hand suddenly reached over her shoulder and pressed a sweet smelling cloth over her nose and mouth. Heather struggled, trying to pull it away from her face, but felt herself get weak with dizziness. Her knees buckled as a strong arm around her waist kept her from hitting the ground.
"Don't struggle and you won't get hurt," said a hoarse whispering voice in her ear. In her delirium, Heather, scared and excited at the same time, didn't recognize the voice behind her. She struggled weakly and began to cry as she thought about how disappointed and frantic Greg would be when he realized she was missing. The cloth pressed harder against her face and darkness overcame her.
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