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The Tru Girl

KRA-KCAAAAW!!! THOOOOOM!!!

“Aaaah damn... it's not lightenin' up in the least bit..."

Out of her windshield laid nothing but rain and darkness, with the only light coming from her headlights. Oh, yes, and of course the occasional flashes of lightning. Outside were the rain-slick roads of a highway, with very little other cars alongside her. What time was it? 10 PM? 11 PM? When she left the diner, it was 8:46, and the rain was nothing more than a drizzle. She had hoped it would stay that way, but hey, that's the life of a trucker.

They tell you to go somewhere, you go. Come hell or high water. And, damn, was it some high water.

The wheels of her canter truck easily plowed through the water around her, while her grip on her steering wheel kept the vehicle steady. She controlled the beast easily, having mastered the art of driving such a truck long, long ago. But most people wouldn't think it when they see her. In her days, due to her height and stature, she had been called many things. A boxer, a basketball player, a gym teacher, hell, even construction worker. But a trucker? Most of the time when she tells people her profession, they respond in the same way.

Reaaaaallly?

But she wasn't bothered by such a thing; she had heard it so many times, it was like a familiar tune on her radio.

Speaking of which...

Bi-bi-bip! Bee beep!

Her crystal-brown eyes shot over to her phone, which extended from her dashboard thanks to a smartphone holder she had installed. Though she should be paying attention to the road, she quickly read the name which ran along her screen. Smiling at the sight of it, her finger flipped along the touchscreen to answer the call.

“Heya, Dispatch!" said the woman with a cheery smile, “Quite the lovely night, ain't it?"

“Heh heh... always a pleasure to hear you, Tsubasa," replied a voice through her phone, one she could easily imagine smiling, “How'd your trip down to Oak Vale go?

“Not as bad as the trip coming back to Document City is," answered the woman with an annoyed sigh, “All this rain... it's damn-near driving me insane!"

“Oh, you? Bothered by a little rain?" the voice on the other end said with a teasing chuckle, “And here I was thinking the mighty Tsubasa was impenetrable! Here she is being bested by a few buckets of water."

“Why don't you say that to my face when I get back to the truck yard?" she snarled, making dispatch chuckle.

“I kid, Tsubasa, I kid," the voice answered as his laughter died down, “Everyone knows you're the best driver out of all of us. It's good to have you back. Well, until your next scheduled delivery."

“Haaa... yeah," replied the woman, “It'll feel great gettin' some rest in my bed for a change. My truck could really use a change in its crappy cot."

“Heh... maybe I'll see what I can do with our higher ups about getting you a new cot. Anyway, I was calling just to make sure everything was going well with you. The news says the rain's suppose to get worse, so be careful coming back."

“I got it, I got it. Tsubasa out."

With a swipe of her finger along the touchscreen, the woman ended the call. Her crystal-brown eyes returned to the roads before her, while her gloved hands gripped her steering wheel tighter. All she could see before her was the glow of her headlights as it illuminated a heavily rain-covered highway, but in the distance laid the glowing lights of the city.

But... she felt as if there was something more out there.

…

Stupid fucking party, stupid fucking girlfriend, stupid fucking weather, stupid fucking buses, stupid fucking life, stupid fucking--

“CUNT! AHH!"

KRA-KCAAAAW!!!

Rain pelted her viciously, riddling her poncho down and drenching her black fur beneath. A young girl, somewhere around the end of her teenage years, she was eighteen, perhaps nineteen but... heh... well, she probably wouldn't tell you which is which. The poncho she wore did a good job masking her identity, but even in the torrid storm she walked through, her hazel eyes glowed like lights and the telltale sign of a raccoon's mask sat on her face.

What was she doing out here in this storm? She should have been stowed away within her home, resting in some warm blankets, not marching through rain and lightning. The strong and ruthless wind didn't make things any easier, threatening to knock her off her feet.

But even if she did fall into the mud at the roadside, she wouldn't have cared. So angry, so frustrated, so... hurt, ha, the young woman was all these things and more. She wanted to punch someone, but she had no one to punch. She wanted to break something, but had nothing to break. She wanted to yell, but the storm would only drown out such a noise.

Her name was Samantha Salem, and as you can clearly tell, she was having one hell of a night.

What reasoning she had for being outside at the moment was only for her to know, and she wasn't in the mood to tell anyone. She just wanted to get home as quick as possible, and hopefully be able to put all of this behind her. What was she even thinking going to that party? Hoping to make things better? Yeah right... they broke up, what? Only a week ago, and her ex was already making out with some other girl?

Fucking bullshit, that's what it was...

Closing her eyes and shaking her head, the raccoon tried to force such thoughts out of her mind, but that only served to make the thoughts that much stronger. The image of that catgirl she dated, that catgirl she lusted for, that catgirl she'd even admit to loving, already making out with some other bitch not even a week after they split... yeah, it hurt, it hurt so much. Especially after all they had been through.

For Samantha, their relationship was – at times – her entire life. For her ex, well, it was nothing more than a footnote. Haaaa... dammit... just... just dammit...

KRA-KCAAAAW!!!

“WOULD YOU SHUT UP!!!" Samantha shouted to the wind, “I'M FUCKING WALKING HERE, CAN'T YOU TELL!?"

Why oh why did the universe conspire to work against her?

The party happened at one of the lavish homes that rested in Document City, which typically wasn't a problem. After all, buses ran all around Document City; she could have easily hopped on one and rode home, right? Yeah, well, typically, but currently, there was a huge fucking storm going on, as you can probably tell.

So buses were canned, and even Taxi rides homed seemed impossible. It wasn't often that Document City gets storms like these, but when it does, you can certainly feel the effects. A year or so ago, this wouldn't have been a problem. That's because a year or so ago, she and her family still lived in an apartment within Document City; Vivid Apartments, to be exact. But now? Not so much.

Nowadays, they lived somewhere else.

Emerald Hills was lovely community of suburban homes that sat right outside of Document City. It wasn't high-class mind you, but every home here had a backyard, a white, picket fence, and a garage to boot. Trees sat along the sides of the roads, the people here were typically kind and friendly, trouble seemed like a distant concept, and all of it was safely embedded along a nearby mountain range. So, yeah, it was pretty nice, right?

When she and her family first moved there, it was like a dream come true. She'd never lived in a home like it before, one where she had her own room, as oppose to the somewhat stuffy apartment her family used to have. About the only problem with her home at the time, was the increased distance she had from her then-current girlfriend. They couldn't just walk up and talk to one another anymore, not without a car drive on her ex's end, or a bus drive on her own. So the few times they could meet up and visit one another, they made sure to make those meetings count.

Oh, and 'count' they did. Haaaa... so much 'counting'. Counting things like... uh... climaxing... yeaah... haaa...

No, no... she couldn't think about those things, didn't want to think about those things. So for now, she focused on her walk, heading up the mountainside for the homes in the distance. How long would this walk be? Well, her phone said it would be an hour... which was about an hour ago. And another check to her phone said... the walk would still be an hour.

“Fuck! Fucking fuck!" Samantha cursed, her boots stomping into the water on the sidewalk, “You stupid idiot! Aaah! Why the hell did you go to the party; you knew it would end up like this!"

Fists stuffed at her side, the raccoon snarled and gazed away. Maybe she deserved this for being such an idiot. Her parents warned her that things may not end up the way she wanted them to go, that she needed to rein in her hopes. How does that old saying go? Don't count your chickens before they hatch? Yeah, and she counted a lot of them. Now look at her; drenched in rain and sweat, frustrated beyond all believe, while also feeling hurt and sad.

So very hurt and sad indeed...

HONK! HOOOOOOONKKKK!!!

“Huh? What?"

Turning around slowly, the burning bright glow of headlights suddenly illuminated her. Wilting a bit, Samantha retreated to the side of the sidewalk a bit more, her hazel eyes taking in the sight of the vehicle. It was dark on this stormy night, but thanks to those headlights, she could see that the vehicle was a truck of some sort. It was big and bulky, but she wouldn't say it was an eighteen wheeler. Wait, wait, Samantha knew its model; she's seen it before! Besides, her ex-girlfriend loved cars, and had surely told her what type of truck it was. So... so... it was a... uh... uh...

“Canter... truck?" the raccoon muttered to herself, while said canter truck came to a halt right beside her.

Gazing towards its passenger side door, she watched as the car light within was turned on, casting its driver in shadows. Tugging down on her poncho a bit, Samantha thought about walking off and leaving, but the passenger side door opened up before she could take a step.

“Hey, hey!" called the driver, an older woman's voice echoing out, “Don't go leavin' just yet!"

Eyebrow raised, Samantha looked up to the door, her eyes falling on a woman. And the first thing she'd say she noticed about the woman would have to be her hair. It was long and black, longer than Samantha's own hair in fact. Falling along the woman's head from out of her hat, she even had it tied back into a ponytail to stop it from getting in her way.

The next thing Sammy would have to say she realized about the woman would be her eyes. Such bright, beautiful, brown eyes. Like crystals, if that makes any sense. They were the kind of eyes one could feel safety in, for they were so warm and inviting.

This truck driver – whoever she was – was a human. Yeah, 100% human. From what Samantha could tell, anyway. There were no strange, animal-like ears, no tail sticking from her behind. Nope, she was just a human woman. A rather tall, very curvy, very busty, woman.

Samantha swallowed her spit.

“Hey, you know it's storming outside, right?" asked the woman as she pushed up her hat, just to get a better look at Samantha.

“Oh yeah, it is? I hadn't noticed," the raccoon sarcastically replied whilst crossing her arms and looking away, “I just thought about going for a walk, ya'know?"

“Heh heh... well... I guess I deserved that," retorted the woman, “Still, it ain't smart to be walking around here like this. With how intense this storm is..." she looked around briefly, “You'll catch one hell of a cold when it's all said and done..." she cocked her head, “Hey, need a ride?"

Samantha looked back at the truck driver, her expression being understandably defensive. After all, she didn't know who this woman was, and honestly, this woman had no reason to help her out anyway. But on the other hand, walking through a thunderstorm isn't exactly fun, and the woman was right about one thing. If she continued on like this, she would get one hell of a cold when it was all over.

Assuming she was even capable of making it home in all of this.

“Who... who are you...?" Samantha asked, still being rather defensive as her arm even pulled up over her chest.

“Oh, well, guess it would be polite to at least give you my name," replied the woman, before she gave Samantha a bright and beaming smile, “I'm Tsubasa! I'm a truck driver, as you can clearly see. I was headin' back home from my delivery, when I saw you walkin' along the sidewalk here," her smile faltered, her expression becoming one of concern, “You know it's dangerous walkin' around this mountainside with all of this rain and wind... you could really end up hurtin' yourself, sweetie."

“Hey! I'm not your sweetie!" Samantha shouted abrasively, her foot slamming down.

But despite her attempts at coming off as rude and mean, the woman – Tsubasa – just... smiled. It was this cheeky grin too, one that gave off that beaming energy from before. She cocked her head, her arms leaning up against the doorway of her truck, a few chuckles even leaving her lips. Those chuckles caused a blush to form on Samantha's face, her hazel eyes glancing elsewhere. It was like the truck driver was calling her bluff.

“Okay... my apologies," Tsubasa said with a nod, “Still... you could use a ride, right?" she cocked her head towards the roads, “Why don't you hop in? I can at least take you to the nearest gas station. Give you a dry place to stay in while you wait for a ride."

It was a kind offer, but Samantha didn't survive this long by listening to people who gave her 'kind offers'. Sure, they were kind at first, but they often always ended up wanting something else in return. Yeah, she had been there, done that quite a few times in her life.

But Tsubasa... just didn't give off that same sort of vibe. Looking back at the truck driver, the raccoon felt as if she was being genuine in her offer. Just a ride, just a ride. Yeah...

“To the... nearest gas station, right?" Samantha said as she tugged on the hood of her poncho a bit more, causing Tsubasa to smile and nod.

“Yeah, to the nearest gas station!" she repeated, her thumb pointing back at herself in a boisterous manner, “Keheheheh! At the very least, we need to get you out of all this ran, sweetie! You'll catch a cold out here! Hey, I gotta towel in here you can use!"

“Stop calling me 'sweetie'!" Samantha shouted back, blushing from embarrassment, “My name's Samantha, okay? So you can drop that 'sweetie' bullshit..."

“Keheheh! Samantha, huh?" the truck driver said with a nod, “Alright, Sammy! Why don't you hop a ride in my cab? I'll take ya where you need to go!"

“H-hey! I said my name's 'Samantha', not 'Sammy'! S-stop calling me what you want to call me!" the raccoon shouted, even hopping up and down in a defiant display... that only served to show how childishly cute she was being.

So it was only natural that – yet again – Tsubasa began to laugh. Said laughter caused the indignant raccoon to rein in her emotions, though the blush on her face continued to spread out. On one hand, she wanted to just keep marching off, but on the other, well... it wasn't like she was making much traction in getting home, if her phone's estimated time was anything to go by. Besides, Tsubasa hadn't done or said anything that made her come off as untrustworthy, even if she was being rather teasing.

Sorta like... no, no, she didn't want to think about her right now.

“Haaa... you uh... b-better not try anything funny," Samantha said as she approached the truck, “I may not look like it, but I know how to kick ass! My mother's been teaching me some self-defense techniques..."

“Look, Sammy, I'm not gonna do anything you don't want," said Tsubasa as she gestured into her truck with her head, “C'mon, let's dry you off."

Nodding gently, the raccoon grabbed a hold of the bars at the sides of the cab, using them to climb herself inside. Immediately, she was blasted by the musky scent of a woman. It was sweaty a bit in here, the scent created by a person who has spent quite a few hours in this cab, if not an entire day. Typically, such an odor would be off putting but... not to Samantha. Quite the opposite, really. She enjoyed the heavy, randy smell, although she clearly didn't say it. That would be kinda creepy, wouldn't it?

The heater was on slightly, giving a warmth that soothed Samantha's cold body to her bones. There were also various knickknacks here; souvenirs and the like gathered from various ventures around the place. Pictures and postcards from places like Willington, Document City, Oceanside, even the likes of Sunny Shores. Wow, this truck really did get around, didn't it; these places were all practically on opposing ends of the country!

And... wasn't Sunny Shores literally impossible to drive to? Huh...

“Here you go, sweetie," said Tsubasa, snapping Samantha from her thoughts as she closed the door behind her.

“H-hey... I said stop calling me sweetie," the raccoon muttered, before gasping as she was handed a towel.

Right, right, she did need this, didn't she? Pulling back on the hood of her poncho, Samantha revealed more of herself towards Tsubasa. She was a teenage girl, with short black hair that fell to her chin. She used to have longer hair, but she got it cut recently for a makeover that... didn't pan out as she hoped it would. So now her hair was done up in this cool, cocky-looking, bad girl type of hairdo, even if – right now – she didn't feel like any of those things.

Cool? Yeah right. Cocky? A little bit, but she didn't have the gusto to pull it off. Bad girl? More like childish, tantrum-throwing girl. At least, that's what she felt like.

But she still pulled it off, even if her pouting lip made her look childish. From the outside looking in, if Samantha said she was cool, most would believe her. Tsubasa though? Well, not so much. Those crystal-brown eyes of hers easily cut through the facade the teenage girl was trying to put forth.

Speaking of Tsubasa...

Pulling away the towel as she finished drying her face, Samantha's gaze shifted back over towards the woman she rode with. In the light of her truck and free from the thunderstorm outside, she could now get a better look at this truck driver.

Tsubasa's face was... one of a kind. She didn't look old and mature – despite being older than Samantha – instead having a more slender appearance to her face, though with cheeks large enough to hold that big smile of hers. Eyes that could go from wide and engaging, to sharp and intense in a matter of seconds, giving her both the appearance of someone who could be cute one moment... and then incredibly sexy the next. And then there was that hair of hers yet again. So long, spilling out the top of the baseball cap she had on her head. A baseball cap baring the insignia of the Document City Gold Wings; their residential baseball team. Was she a resident of this city? Samantha had never seen her before. Then again, Tsubasa was clearly a trucker, so maybe she was out of town a lot.

But as she continued looking at the woman, her gaze eventually traveled down. And Tsubasa... she wasn't really all that fully dressed at the moment, despite the storm going on outside. The woman had a jacket on her shoulders yeah, but it was pulled back to her elbows, revealing her body beneath. She was also wearing a sweatshirt which clung to her chest, while at the same time exposing one hell of a cleavage.

Such a big, large chest, straining against her thin top. Samantha's face was starting to heat up.

She should have looked away then, but her gaze only continued on. Not only was her shirt cleavage-exposing, but it also showed off her stomach. It was flat, and looked ever so smooth to the touch. And her legs? Covered in... hotpants. Such small, such tight, such closely hugging, hotpants. They did practically nothing to cover those legs that just went on and on and on and on and on and--

“Hey, sweetie? Everything alright?" asked Tsubasa as she pulled her seat belt down, “Your face is lookin' pretty red there..."

“Huh? What? N-no!" Samantha said as she looked away, searching for her own seat belt to try and take her mind off of things, “It was just cold out there and... uh... its warm in here and... y-yeah..." hazel eyes darting about briefly, they quickly locked back upon the roads before her, “L-let's go, okay? It's only going to get worse..."

“Well, guess you're right about one thing; it's only gonna get worse before it gets better!" Tsubasa said as she cranked up her truck once again, “Go ahead and take off that poncho of yours, sweetie. It's really wet, and it'll just soak into your clothes and fur beneath."

“Ugh... I know, I know. What are you, my mom?" Samantha muttered, her hand gripping the black poncho she was wearing, “Let me just... uh..."

Slowly pulling it off, the raccoon sighed as she revealed the clothes she wore beneath. Since she was going to a party – one where she hoped to tantalize her ex-girlfriend nonetheless – she tried her hand at wearing something... skimpy. So what does 'skimpy' entail with an impressionable young woman such as herself?

Well to start it off, her t-shirt. It was black and baggy, falling loosely over her chest and hanging off of her shoulder, with the name of a punk rock band being smeared across it in white-colored graffiti. It didn't look like much, but the plan was simple, for by merely pulling on the back of her baggy shirt, it would flaunt her breasts. Or, well, what breasts she did have.

Samantha wasn't busty. Oh, she wished she was, and hell, she even prayed to be busty once many years ago, but she just wasn't busty. She wasn't flat-chested mind you, but the chest she did have, she wouldn't call modest. Could you call B-Cups 'modest'? D-don't answer that question...

But – ah-ha! – she did have a secret weapon in her planned seduction of her girlfriend at the party. Something so great, she would have had her ex in her pants in no time flat! For drawing eyes down, you'd see that Samantha had quite the huge ass.

That slim chest of hers bottomed out into such thick thighs and a plump posterior, one that would be impossible to look away from if you were to be behind her. It was so juicy, that the wobble it gave when she walked was the kind that lechers would make cheesy jokes about. Its shape was perfect too, being round and bubbly, and oh, so soft as well. You could lay your head on her butt, and gladly go to sleep without a care in the world.

And Samantha knew this.

While the raccoon was far from slutty (and honestly, hated it when people thought such a way of her), she had no qualms with using it to her advantage. Well, now, anyway; there was a point in time where she wanted to be out of everyone's view. Hell, there was a point where she thought this ass of hers was nothing but a nuisance!

But her ex-girlfriend helped change her mind to this way of thinking. She loved her buttocks, and never skipped on the chance of letting her know that. So it was with those memories in mind that she went to that party, wearing the smallest, tightest pair of jean shorts she owned. Shorts that left very little to the imagination; shorts so small, one could see the thin line of her (admittedly slutty) panties poking from beyond it.

That was her plan, and it was such a simple one. Show up at the party, find her ex, bend over, and then they'd find some nook or cranny of the party to make out, and rekindle that relationship of hers. But...

“Hey, sweetie," Tsubasa said, snapping Samantha from these thoughts, her crystal-brown eyes looking at her, “Everything okay over there? You're awfully silent..."

“N-nothing's wrong!" Samantha said, scrambling to defend herself, “I'm okay, okay? Just uh... just thinking..."

“Well, do you wanna use my phone?" the trucker asked as they drove along the rain-slick streets, “I'm pretty sure your parents are worried sick for ya."

“Ah... my parents aren't home," Samantha said, shaking her head, “They're at a place called Oak Vale for a family member's wedding."

“Oh? Oak Vale?" Tsubasa said whist tossing Samantha a wry grin, “Well what a small world; I just got back from Oak Vale!"

“Wh-what? Really?" Samantha said, stunned, “But Oak Vale's... like... close to Oceanside! And that's damn-near on the other side of the country!"

“Well, I didn't say the drive wasn't a long one, but it's okay; I've had longer!" Tsubasa said, that grin of hers growing in size, “When you've been driving for as long as I have, time just seems to melt on by," she shrugged her shoulders, “For all the good and the bad..."

“Hmm... mmm... d-does it get lonely?" Samantha asked, eyebrow raised.

“Sure does... gets lonely quite a lot of times," Tsubasa answered whilst giving yet another shrug of her shoulders, though she didn't remain down for long, “But it really makes moments like these – moments when I can talk to other people – really nice! You really start the cherish the moments you have like these when they're rare, ya'know?"

“Yeah... yeah I know..."

“Well... mind tellin' me why you were walkin' out here in the middle of the night all by your lonesome?" Tsubasa then asked, looking at Samantha with an eyebrow raised, “Headin' up this way... there's only Emerald Hills, so I assume that's where you live, right?"

“Y-yeah... I live there with my mothers..."

“Mothers?"

“Yeah, my mothers. I'm adopted," Samantha repeated, her eyes gazing at Tsubasa in an abrasive manner yet again, “What? Do you have a problem with that?"

“Kehehehehehehe! No, no! No problem in the world!" the trucker answered with a cheeky grin, “Still, that doesn't explain why you were out here like this? Let me guess... young girl like you... parents are outta town... oh! I got it!" she looked at Sammy with that wide, cheeky grin, “You were out partyin' weren't ya?"

“W-well..." Samantha said, looking away with a furious blush, “Y-you're not wrong..."

“Kehehehehehehe! Hey, there's no need to feel ashamed of it! Girls your age should be partyin'! It's all about life, ya'know?"

“Yeah but... haa... I didn't do much partying..." Samantha groaned, her arms crossing and hazel eyes gazing out the passenger window to the storm outside.

“Hm? Then why'd you go to a party?"

“I had a girlfriend of my own..." she answered, “We broke up recently and... uh... I was going there because I knew she was there and... uh..." she shook her head, “I was hoping like an fucking idiot we could get back together..." she looked back at Tsubasa, appearing visibly hurt, “But she's there, already making out with some new bitch, almost like I never existed. We only broke up, like... what... a week ago? Haaa... I've never felt so... so worthless before."

“Hey, don't say that about yourself," Tsubasa said, giving Samantha a warm, consoling smile, “Never value yourself on whether or not others like you, okay? That won't help anyone; not them, and certainly not you," she looked back to the roads, her shoulders shrugging, “So your ex-girlfriend's making out with some new girl, what of it? You're still young... you shouldn't get so hung up over something like this."

“Urgh! Y-you don't understand," Samantha cried, her crossed arms squeezing in even tighter, “I... nnngh... I... I loved her..." she frowned, growing even weaker, “She made me feel... feel like... haaa..." she looked away again, “Dammit! You just wouldn't understand..."

“I wouldn't say so..." Tsubasa replied, “I understand more than you'd think..."

Samantha slowly looked over at Tsubasa from out the corner of her eye, the woman's seemingly endless smile having faded into something more restrained. It caused the raccoon a bit of regret, feeling as if she had unintentionally brought down the trucker's rather cheery mood. But before she could say something to hopefully shift the tone to something more lighthearted...

Ba-GUNK!

The truck shook.

And Tsubasa's breasts bounced.

Samantha's eyes grew wide at the sight, taking in every finite detail of the trucker's body. Her seat belt ran right up through her chest, but that did nothing to stop the tantalizing wobble her chest gave. Up... and then down... oooooh so perfectly. How long had time been moving? Samantha had honestly lost count. But even she could hear the sound of herself swallowing her spit.

Just... damn...

“Ah! There it is!" Tsubasa suddenly shouted, making Samantha flinch as she pulled back.

“Wah? Wh-what is it?" she asked, her hazel eyes darting to the windshield before them.

In the distance on their right-hand side of the road, there was a glowing, amber sign that stood tall against the dismal rain. 'TAKAYAMA' said the sign in bold, red letters. Takayama Station was a popular gas station in Document City, with one station planted at the four major corners of the city. They were typically known for the fueling of trucks, but they also had diners which had served to be quite popular with damn-near everyone. Samantha herself could remember a couple of times dining with her parents at such a place, so the sight of Takayama Station caused--

Grrrrrrrrkkkkgghhh!

Her stomach to growl.

“Ohohohoho! Someone's hungry!" Tsubasa said with a cheeky grin, her crystal-brown eyes glancing at Samantha, “Can't really say I blame you. I haven't had much in the way of a meal since this morning myself. I could use something to eat!"

“Look, you can just drop me off here," the bandit-masked teen said, her hazel eyes looking away, “I'll just call a ride and wait here until they come."

“Well, if you're gonna wait, I'll wait with ya," Tsubasa replied, her warm smile once again filling the cab, “I was just planning on going home, eating and sleeping anyway. At least this'll be a bit more fun before I return this truck to the yard! So... uh... dinner's on me, little sweetie!"

“S-stop that!"

“Ohohohohohohoho!"

That laugh was so calming and so loud, it caused Samantha to feel embarrassed... yet calm as well. She was blushing, but as she pulled back into her shirt a bit more, a smile couldn't help but to form on her lips. It didn't feel too bad to be teased every now and then, and despite her abrasiveness before, it was clear a part of her actually liked it.

Haaa...

…

“Nomph! Nomph! Mmmmfff! Nomph!"

“Chomp! Mmmm! harrrumph! Nomph! Mmmm!"

“Shit... mmm... I really fucking needed this! Mmmmfff! This is really fucking good! Mmmm...! Oh! S-sorry for cursing."

“Hey, it's okay. I'm not your ma, ya'know!"

Yeah. If Tsubasa was one of them, Samantha may have had her mouth washed out with soap due to all the cursing she's been doing tonight.

'Moonlight Harbor' was the name of the diner attached to Takayama Station, and was the kind of place your mind would immediately think of when someone says 'diner movie scene'. Retro aesthetic? Check. Waitress with aprons walking around? Check. A jukebox playing music from way, way before Samantha's time? Check. And food so good yet so simple, you'll be tasting it on your lips for hours?

Fucking... check!

A warm, beaming smile laid on Samantha's face as she sat on the opposing end of the booth from Tsubasa. On her plate laid eggs and french toast, all of which was oozing with so much syrup. She needed something like this, something nice, hot, and oh so good. It warmed her to her bone, fighting off the cold chill from the storm just earlier.

The sight of the gleeful raccoon, her tail even wagging, caused Tsubasa to chuckle as she herself enjoyed her own steak. Gazing to her left however, the storm outside was still going strong. If it had lightened up in the time it took for them to get seated, order their food, wait for their food, and then eat it, well, you could've fooled her.

At the same time, Samantha too looked out of the window, her eyes gazing towards Tsubasa's canter truck specifically. Honestly, compared to all the eighteen wheeler trucks sitting at this station, the canter truck looked so incredibly cute.

“Thanks... Miss Tsubasa, for all the help tonight," Samantha said as she looked at her, that cool girl facade breaking as she became more genuine, “I'd probably be stomping through all that shit still right now, cursing to the wind."

“Hey, no need to thank me," said the trucker, her head shaking, “I was just doin' what was right! Honestly, I don't think any driver would've had the galls to turn away a girl such as yourself. Not unless they were heartless!"

“Y-yeah... hmm..."

Reaching her hand back around, Samantha sheepishly scratched the back of her head, her hazel eyes glancing down towards her phone. Despite saying she was going to call a taxi, the raccoon had yet to actually do so. Why? Well... no reason, really. On one hand, she didn't have much time when she was enjoying the meal, but on the other hand, she was indeed enjoying Tsubasa's company. A part of her didn't want to depart just yet.

The feeling was mutual.

“Did you call a ride yet?" the trucker asked, Samantha shaking her head in response.

“No... not yet..."

“Heh... hey, it's no problem," Tsubasa replied as she pointed back at herself with her thumb, “I don't mind goin' on a slight detour to help ya out..."

“Ah... I feel like such a drag..." Samantha muttered, her cheeks turning red with blush as she looked away, “You've been helping me out so much tonight, and all I've done is complain and act bitchy... s-sorry."

“Hey, like I said before, it's no problem," Tsubasa said, “If you're done with your meal, let's head back to my truck so I can take ya home, sweetie."

“Aah... hmm..."

Samantha was so ready to defend herself against that 'sweetie' remark, but she didn't. Instead she blushed and looked away, lips curling into a smile as her tail and ears twitched.

Finishing up their meals, Tsubasa paid for their dinner, before the two made way for her canter truck under all that rain. It was far longer away than either of them would like, being at the end of the station due to a lack of open spaces before. But once they got back inside the truck, they weren't too down. If anything, running under all that rain was actually a bit thrilling after the dinner they shared. Samantha was even laughing as she sat down, almost as if the day's events never happened.

Almost.

She was still a bit hung up over the party, and it was visible on her face when her laughter ended. But even though she frowned, it was only for a few seconds, before her hazel eyes looked back up towards the woman beside her.

“Tsubasa," Samantha said, the trucker looking at her as she pulled out her keys.

“Hm? Something wrong, sweetie?" she asked, eyebrow raised.

“Uhmm.. uhh... remember what you said, earlier?" asked the bandit-masked girl, “That... that you... understood more than I thought?" she blushed again, her eyes gazing away, “You... have you been scorn by a lover before?"

“Heh heh... sweetie... uhh..." she stopped for a few moments, before nodding in Samantha's direction, “Yeah... yeah I have..." she shrugged her shoulders, “But that... that happens. It sucks but... it's life... sometimes it's rainin' hard like it is today, but when the sun glows in the mornin', you almost forget about all of it. If anything..." she smiled brighter, “Havin' the sun out in the mornin' illuminates all the rain! Makes things nice and bright, and oh so beautiful!"

Yeah, isn't that an analogy? Things may suck now... but they'll get better, right?

“Now you shouldn't be too hard on yourself in relation to that ex-girlfriend of yours, Sammy," Tsubasa continued, “You're a cute girl. I bet you'll have dozens of others who'll want to get with ya."

“You... you really think so?"

“Yeah... I really think so..." she then turned to face Samantha a bit more, her body leaning over a bit, which caused her chest to be on prominent display, “Besides... if I were a bettin' woman... I'd say that you already have."

“Already have... what...?" Samantha asked, her hazel eyes looking directly down towards her chest, her heart starting to pick up.

“Heh heh... don't try and play coy with me..." Tsubasa said as she continued to lean in, forcing Samantha up against the opposing end of the cab.

She was like a mouse caught by a cat, stuck in a corner with nowhere to go. Her hazel eyes continued leering at Tsubasa's breasts and cleavage, unable to look away as that heart in her chest got even faster. Panting softly as well, the red-faced raccoon slowly looked up towards the trucker she was trapped with, seeing a grin on that woman's lips. Raising a finger slowly, Tsubasa brushed hair from her face.

“Be honest," she whispered with that grin still smeared on her lips, “You've been checkin' me out since the moment you laid eyes on me, haven't you?"

“I... uh... um... gulp..."

Her expression turned a bit frantic, her not-so-subtle ogling having been called out. But could you really blame her? Compared to her ex-girlfriend, Tsubasa's body was just... well... better. Her thighs thicker, her breasts bigger and fuller, and for some reason, that increased age only sent a thrill down Samantha's spine. The fact that Tsubasa was wearing rather light clothes didn't hurt either, since her assets were on display for all to see.

Samantha licked her lips, her mind struggling to come up with a response to Tsubasa's words. Didn't stop her from opening that mouth of hers however, even if all that came out was babbling. Nonsensical, babbling. She was like a child with her hand caught in the cookie jar, one struggling to come up with a response. Her hazel eyes were even darting about, searching for something to help her get out of this situation.

All of that stopped the moment her eyes fell back on Tsubasa. The trucker was still smiling at her, though that grin of hers took a more... sensual allure to it. Her crystal-brown eyes also lacked that wide gaze to them, instead being slant and sharp like daggers. She looked down on Samantha hard, trapping the raccoon with her penetrating gaze. In response, Samantha's legs started rubbing against one another, its friction and heat sending arousal through her entire body.

“Haaaa... Tsubasa...?" she whispered, “I... I uh..."

“Were you plannin' on gettin' lucky at that party with your ex, sweetie?" asked the trucker instead, her head cocked to one side.

“Wh... what?"

“Were you plannin' on gettin' lucky with your ex, Sammy?" Tsubasa repeated, causing Samantha to once again swallow her spit.

“Yes..." she answered, not even bothering to hide it anymore, “I was... I..." she looked down towards her legs, “I even put on these... stupid fucking shorts to help. My ex, she... she loved my ass..."

“Well then... do you mind if I see it?"

Samantha's eyes grew wide, her pupils shrinking to near dots. She couldn't believe what she was hearing, but Tsubasa said it so coyly, so casually, that it oozed charisma. Heart still racing in her chest, the bandit-masked girl didn't know what to say in response to Tsubasa's words... but damn did it light a fire inside of her! She was already gently rubbing her legs together already, but hearing Tsubasa ask to see her ass was like another kick to her engines.

A good kick to her engines...

“A... are you sure...?" replied Samantha, a kooky smile appearing on her lips as she even laughed, “It's... pretty fucking huge and... and big... I don't know if there's much... much space..." Tak! “Ah?"

Without warning, Tsubasa flipped a switch at the bottom of their seats, causing them to lean back, opening up more space for them to sit in. Samantha flopped on her side as she suddenly found herself laying on the chair, before her eyes looked behind her to see the cot this truck cab had. Well, you can't say the truckers of Document City aren't taken care of...

“Is that... where...?" the bandit-masked girl weakly muttered, while Tsubasa shook her head.

“No... I really wouldn't recommend it," answered the trucker, “That cot's... not really the best... now then..." PAT! “About that ass..."

Looking up, Samantha found herself trapped right between Tsubasa's arms. The trucker had her hands pinned down at both sides of the raccoon's head, giving her no room to maneuver around in. Her heart was racing a mile a minute now, still trying to come up with some vain defense to stop whatever was going on right now.

But... why would she do that? Because of what? Some deep-rooted obligation to her ex-girlfriend? Yeah, the images of her still pinged in Samantha's heart, even though it was clear the feeling was not mutual. Besides, as dirty as it was to say, the raccoon wanted this.

Tsubasa was kind, had this damn lovely smile, and – let's face it – the kinkiness of the situation was not lost on the raccoon. Trapped with a taller, voluptuous trucker, one who was perhaps ten years her senior, if not a little bit more. But in spite of all that age, Tsubasa still looked so fucking... fucking...

“Hot... it's g-getting hot..." Samantha muttered, her face as red as a beat, her hazel eyes still looking Tsubasa in he crystal-brown ones, “Could you... could you do something about that?"

“Heh heh... I don't know, sweetie," replied the trucker, putting extra emphasis on that word, “Things are only gonna get hotter before they get cooler..." her head moved in, their noses touching one another, “Hmm... I'd hate for you to miss it..." her eyes closed shut, “Now pucker up there..."

“Tsubasa... hn... mmmnn..."

The lips of the trucker pressed up against her own, a burst of flavor filling Samantha's mouth. She tasted not only Tsubasa, but the steak she just ate, as well as the french toast she herself had just moments earlier. Briefly her ears twitched, that tongue of the trucker being so strong and so courageous as it slicked and slid along her own tongue. Spit was traded and mixed between the two, the taste of it further pacifying Samantha, who moaned and groaned against the woman's lips.

Slowly her arms reached up, first draping themselves around Tsubasa's shoulders, before clinging and holding her in close. Without a care in the world, the two made out in the cab of that canter truck, humming and moaning, their bodies pressing against one another, all while the storm continued to rage outside.

Tsubasa's body... it was so amazing. Feeling those breasts press against her smaller chest, was like having a living pillow squeeze up against her. They were so soft and so big, so pliable and so round. Hazel eyes rolling back a bit as she got lost in all of this, Samantha wondered how it would feel to explore those breasts more earnestly.

Mack!

“Aaaah... Tsubasa..."

The sound of their lips parting helped bring the dazed teen back to reality, her eyes looking down between them. A bridge of spit hung from their lips, snapping the further Tsubasa pulled away. In fact, more spit and sweat was lining down Samantha's lips, something she could even taste as her tongue licked around the edge of it.

Panting heavily, the love-struck teen gazed up to her older paramour, her heart still beating irregularly in her chest. She couldn't think much either, though that didn't stop her hands from gliding down Tsubasa's body, stopping when they landed firmly upon her chest. The trucker giving a grin, Samantha squeezed her fingers into those tits, groaning with desire as she felt them fill out her hands.

“You're gettin' hot, sweetie," Tsubasa commented, “How cute..."

Tsubasa wasn't finished though, her head drifting in to start kissing Samantha once more. Their lips met, tongues danced, the teen moaning as her older lover brought her into such a slow, sensual dance. More she pressed her body into the trucker's body, her ears and tail twitching with desire, her mind going on a trip of pure euphoria and ecstasy.

Tsubasa's hand slid down the side of Samantha's body, sensual and slow, as if exploring the teen's form. Pear-shaped, the trucker would say, due to how small her upper-body was, but how stacked her lower-half was in comparison. Samantha could feel it too; those hands of her older lover, rubbing her sides, before gripping her hips, groping her. Another surge of pleasure roared through Sammy as her body was toyed with, her pliable hips being squeezed with her shorts doing nothing to protect her.

As if she wanted that protection.

Tsubasa's hand then pulled back, but only to slip under the waistband of her short-shorts. Groaning into the kiss, Samantha felt the woman's hand as it graced along the thing line of her slutty panties, before reaching deeper to palm her plush posterior. And that squeeze. That hard, taunting, powerful squeeze.

“Nnnnnggghhaaaa! Fuuuuucckkk!" Samantha cried, her neck crooning back in pure desire.

Drool continued to hang shamelessly from her lips, her tail shaking as Tsubasa fully groped her ass. Her fingers squeezed into her furry butt, the fat of her plump postieror spilling through the cracks. Samantha gave another moan as she did so, all while Tsubasa took her time to explore that ass of hers.

And boy howdy, was it an ass; she understood now why Samantha was going to use it to seduce her old flame. And from the looks of things, the raccoon was particularly sensitive there. She was shivering under Tusbasa's touch, pushing out more and more of her ass as the woman groped it from under her shorts. Her womanhood was also getting hotter, the sweaty and musky scent of it filling the cab of her truck.

Hotter and hotter... oh yes...

Slip!

“Ah... haaa... n-no... nngh... wh... why'd you stop...?" Samantha asked, her hazel eyes dazed as they looked at Tsubasa.

She could still feel the imprint of the woman's hand on her ass, a feeling she still wanted. Her tail shook just thinking about it, her body leaning up to get a better look at the woman before her. But Tsubasa merely shook her head, a grin spreading out on her lips as she gestured for the wall with her head.

“Why not lean up over there, hm?" she asked, causing Samantha's head to cock, “Let me do the rest..."

“Lean up over there...? Over... o-oh... I get it..."

Looking back at the window, Samantha slowly scooted herself over towards it while her heart picked up in speed. Hands laying flat against the wall and window of the cab, the bandit-masked teen pushed her butt out, flaunting her ass in Tsubasa's direction.

Pushed out the way it was, the trucker got an unhindered look at her body. The short-shorts did nothing to hide her shame, with the straps of her slutty, thin panties visible like veins on an arm. They were clinging high to her thighs too, almost like a thong. The sight of her ass was something to marvel at, and that's exactly what Tsubasa did.

Marveled at it.

“D-do you have to look so hard...?" Samantha asked, cheeks red with embarrassment, “Like... take a fucking picture or something..." Click! “Wh-what!?"

Okay, that was a picture; she didn't think Tsubasa would actually do it! Looking over her shoulder with eyes wide, she saw that the trucker had indeed taking a photo of the raccoon's ass with her smartphone. A part of Samantha thought about calling her out for it... but she didn't do it.

If anything, that only made the kinky situation even better. Damn, when did she become such a slut? Still didn't stop her from saying in a cocky manner,

“Don't forget to frame it..."

“Heh heh... don't you worry your little head over it, sweetie," Tsubasa said as she placed her phone away, “Now then.."

Grab!

“Aaahh..."

Two big, strong, burly hands, both of them were grabbing her ass and squeezing it through her shorts. Samantha groaned, her body pressing up more against the wall, a heat flowing through her cunt. Tsubasa's hands lacked fear, being courageous as they explored every inch of Samantha's posterior. Groping her buttocks, before those hands slid down to touch and rub her thighs. Running her hands along the gray and black fur of her legs, Tsubasa caused Samantha to stiffen, more bolts of pleasure running through her. The trucker was so sensual with her touch, being in this strange mix that was slow to take its time, while also courageous and firm. She even squeezed Samantha's thighs, causing the raccoon to give a wobbling moan.

“Fuuuuuck... haaaa Tsubasaaaaaa...!"

Her hands continued stroking up and down, eventually sliding to the tops of Samantha's socks. They were black and tight, hugging against her flesh so snugly. Pulling on the edge of it, Tsubasa watched it stretch back ever so far... and then she released it.

Snap!

“Aaaahhgghh...!"

Shit that felt so good.

Almost by instinct, Samantha shook her ass in Tsubasa's face, further taunting her with it. Or no, not exactly taunting per se, more like she was offering it. All this slow, steady build up, was driving the teen crazy, and the stuffy heat in her short-shorts didn't making things better either. If someone could be strangled by their pants, then damn, Samantha was fucking suffocating.

As if she were reading the raccoon's mind, Tsubasa reached her hands forward, wrapping them around her waist. The bandit-masked teen whimpered softly from the feeling, as the busty bosom of the trucker laid against her slender back. She looked over her shoulder softly, hazel eyes falling on Tsubasa's cocky grin. She didn't say a word, but the sound of Samantha's zipper sliding down echoed out into the truck's cab. And once she felt its grip loosen on her...

“Haaaah..."

Those short-shorts slid slowly down Samantha's body, revealing more of it towards the trucker behind her. At the same time, the cool air graced her body, cooling her down a bit, but doing nothing to the blaze raging inside of her. And as those short-shorts slipped off of her legs and feet, what was Samantha wearing beneath them? Exactly what Tsubasa thought it would be.

It was so very thin, and gold and color. Like elastic lines, they stretched and wrapped around Samantha's hips, and slid right through the crack of her ass so perfectly. Pulling back to get a better view of her, Tsubasa kept one hand resting on the raccoon's hip, while the other hand began to rub her chin. It caused Samantha to shrink, feeling as if she were being appraised like some sort of object. Such a belittling feeling should typically make her angry but... it didn't. Instead, she had to ask,

“Do you... like it?"

Her answer was swift.

SMACK!

“AHHH!?"

One quick – though strong – smack to her ass, and it wobbled for what felt like an eternity. Samantha's back arched up, but that did nothing to stop that juicy jiggle. Tsubasa's eyes even widened briefly at the sight, before returning to that sensual glare she had on before. What a wobble... up... down... up... down... and finally – after what felt like forever – it stopped.

“Haaah... shit... fuck," Samantha cursed, her tail sprung up high so that Tsubasa could have an unobstructed view of her ass.

“You... heh heh... your ex must have spanked the hell out of this ass, didn't she?" the trucker asked, causing Samantha to nod in a bit of an embarrassed manner.

“Y-yeah... she did..." the raccoon answered.

“So... are you used to havin' it tanned red?"

Samantha swallowed her spit, her eyes closing shut.

“Y-yeah... I am..." she once again answered.

“Do you like havin' it tanned red?"

And a smile broke out over the bandit-masked girls lips.

“Fuck yes... I do..."

“Kehehehehe... okay...!"

Pulling away, Tsubasa triggered a gasp that left Samantha's lips. She wanted to ask 'why?', but her hazel eyes instead turned around to face the trucker. She sat there, her legs spread a bit, her finger curling in a 'come over here' manner. She was beckoning Samantha forward, specifically towards her open lap. It was a position the bandit-masked girl could deduce from sight alone, though she still took a few moments to just gaze at Tsubasa.

Here was this tall, busty, voluptuous trucker, one who honestly looked like she could have folded her like a lawn chair, calling her forward. The light clothes Tsubasa wore didn't hurt things either, especially with that cleavage so wide and large. And that lovely midriff for such a flat stomach, and legs that – while not as thick as her own – were still so delicious to look at. Would she get the chance to touch her back? Samantha wasn't sure... but damn, did she want to.

But first things first...

“Come over here, sweetie," Tsubasa said, still gesturing towards her lap, “You've got mothers, right? Well then... just think about me as your mother for the next minute."

“Fuck that's so hot..." Samantha blurted out, only to turn red with sudden embarrassment.

Regardless, Tsubasa laughed, filling the cab up with that hardy laughter of hers. She didn't say anything though, and after a few more seconds, the raccoon began crawling over towards her. Her hazel eyes looked Tsubasa square in the face, her heart racing faster and faster. She eventually positioned herself right over the trucker's waist, and without a second's hesitation, she laid herself along it.

BA-DUMP! BA-DUMP! BA-DUMP!

Damn, her heart was racing so fast, she could hear it roaring in her ears! Leaning over Tsubasa's lap, sticking out her fat rump, even biting into her bottom lip; Samantha knew she was in for the spanking of a lifetime! And, dammit, she couldn't wait!

SMACK!

“GAHHH!?"

Oh, shit, that felt so good! It hurt, sending a rumble through her ass much like the first time. Samantha's eyes widened from the feeling, before sliding in shortly after. But Tsubasa wasn't done yet.

SMACK!

“SHIT! FUCK!"

That spank was even harder than the first one! Slamming that powerful hand of hers against the opposite cheek, Tsubasa made the other half of Samantha's ass quake and quiver. The teenage raccoon could barely retain herself, and the same could be said for her body. Her pussy was throbbing so much, and even her anus twitched beneath the trucker's expert gaze.

“Heh!"

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“HAAAH! FUCK! SPANK ME! SPANK MEEEE!"

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“HAAAAHH! NNNGHHHAAAA! FUCK! FUCK! AAAAHHNN!"

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“FUCKING! CUNT! NNNGGHH! HRRRGHHH! HAAAAH! SPANK ME, MOMMY! NNNGHHH!!! SPAAANNKK MMEEEE!"

There was a brief pause... and yet...

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“AH! AH! AAAH! AAAAH! HAAAAAAAHH! AAAAAHHNNNNGGHH!?"

Samantha caved, and she caved hard.

Legs wobbling like sticks of jello, the bandit-masked teen began cumming, coating Tsubasa's hand and the seats beneath them in her glossy, sweet-smelling honey. It was clear, it was hot, and it was rushing, with nary a way to stop it. Somehow – with no stimulation to her pussy – Samantha came from her pussy alone. Had that ever happened before? No. Not once. And that's saying something; her ex has certainly spanked her before! But this? Shit... this was something on a completely different level.

It left the teen dazed, her head spinning in the clouds, before returning to earth in record speeds. Gasping and panting briefly, she turned her head slowly to look at Tsubasa with those beautiful hazel eyes of hers. The trucker was grinning.

“Felt good, sweetie?" she asked, to which Samantha weakly nodded.

“Fuck... yessssss," she replied, her voice slurring and lips spreading out in a kooky smile, “Haaa... shit..." she looked down, “Nngh... I can't... feel my legs..."

“Heh heh... don't say that..." Tsubasa retorted, her hand laying in the raccoon's head to stroke her hair, “You're still young; I'm sure you have a bunch of energy in you!" her hand pulled away, “Looky here, why don't you?"

Staring up, Samantha watched as Tsubasa grabbed the bottom of her shirt. And almost immediately, it caused the raccoon's heart to pound in her chest. She knew what was coming next, and that only thrilled her more and more. Grinning herself, the trucker didn't hesitate to pull her muscle shirt right up and off of her chest.

And she wasn't even wearing a bra.

Tsubasa's breasts laid out for Samantha to see, no longer obstructed by that pesky muscle shirt. They were just as large as she imagined them to be; two succulent orbs that barely sagged. For a trucker, Tsubasa clearly took good care of her body. Or, no, wait, having big breasts was a genetics thing, right? Whatever, Samantha was just so fucking happy to see it.

“Now then... come up here," Tsubasa once again beckoned, “Let Momma kiss you!"

“M-momma?" Samantha repeated, her face paling as realization befell her, “Oh no... don't tell me I called you..."

“Yeah... yeah you did!" Tsubasa answered with a teasing grin, “But don't worry, it's okay!"

“No, no, no! Shit! Ugh... that's so fucking embarrassing!" Samantha bemoaned, her hands falling over her face in a defensive manner.

“Let me guess... that's somethin' you used to call your ex-girlfriend, huh?" the trucker further pressed, with Samantha not even bothering to hide it as she nodded sheepishly, “Ohohohohoho! Man, girls these days sure are gettin' into some kinky fun! I'm a bit jealous!"

She continued to laugh, though it steadily died down when Samantha sat up on Tsubasa's lap. The trucker was so much taller than her, that even as a young adult, the raccoon needed to look up in her face. Didn't stop her from palming those tits, her hazel eyes even looking down to get a better view of them.

So large, so smooth, so soft, yet also so firm if she pushed into them. Gracing the breasts of this woman, Samantha couldn't help but to mentally compare her chest to that of her ex-girlfriend. And, well... age won out here, yet again; Tsubasa's breasts were just larger. So this is the difference between a girl's body, and a woman's body.

“Oh man..." the raccoon muttered, with Tsubasa grinning and shrugging her shoulders.

“Go ahead, sweetie; play with my tits as much as you like," she said whilst chuckling, “No milk'll come out, but feel free to lick and squeeze..."

“Hrrnngh... o-okay..."

Moving her head in as she fastened herself harder on Tsubasa's lap, Samantha squeezed at her tits as her nose laid upon the top of them. Nose quivering, she took a good, hard whiff of the trucker's scent. It was just like the scent that dominated the cab they were but it was more... more... potent? Yeah, more potent. It was extreme and powerful, and smelled oh so good.

Tsubasa couldn't help but to moan herself. The gentle, exploratory touch of Samantha's hands were nice, especially with those raccoon pads groping her. The bandit-masked girl just couldn't help but to squeeze and push her breasts both up and in, drawing forth blissful sighs and moans from the woman. But Tsubasa didn't say anything, instead allowing Samantha to have her fill.

And have her fill she would.

Locking her eyes in with one of those hard, pink nipples, Samantha moved in and wrapped her lips around it. At first, she was a bit chase, for she didn't want to hurt Tsubasa. But then her teeth began to graze the hardened nub, and she even sucked in hard around it. Moaning more and louder, the trucker's body twitched as the warm, hot spit from Samantha's mouth oozed upon her nipple. Hell, even the rough way Samantha's broad tongue licked along her nipple caused the woman to let out another juicy moan.

But she wasn't planning on just sitting there, even if she enjoyed it. Reaching her hands down and around, Tsubasa once again grabbed a hold of Samantha's ass; a handful in each hand. With a grin adorning her lips, she groped and kneaded that ass, groaning with such heady desire as she did so. Damn, she just couldn't get enough of Samantha's posterior, could she?

And really, the raccoon couldn't get enough of her breasts. Sucking them, licking them, biting them, kissing them; Samantha was in heaven. She had already climaxed once, but was already working towards another one with how things were going.

But she wouldn't get to taste from those breasts for forever, not when one of Tsubasa's hands left her ass to clutch her face. Bringing her away from those breasts she was adoring, Samantha gazed up to come face-to-face with her older paramour. Tusbasa didn't say anything, but she did grin. And that grin gave way to pursing lips, which slowly moved in to kiss her.

“Mmmm..."

“Hmmm..."

Gently the two kissed one another, making out with a bit of a slower tempo than they had before. Didn't stop their lips from making such lewd smacking noises, their tongues wiggling and dancing in each other's mouths.

Damn, this was ecstasy, euphoria, heaven, and whatever other synonym for 'paradise' you could come up with. For Samantha, she couldn't even think about anything but Tsubasa. Clinging to this trucker, holding her close, all while her ass was so greedily groped and played with.

All things have to come to an end however, but in this case, it was clear that the end of their makeout session wasn't the end of their sensual fun. No, no, as Tsubasa pulled back to break off their kiss, she had that wide, beaming grin on her lips again. Samantha cocked her head and tried to read what that smile meant, only to tense up when the trucker slipped her finger under the thin band of her skimpy panties. She pulled it back ever so far, then released it, allowing the elastic undergarment to snap right back in place.

Snap!

“Ah!?" Samantha yipped.

“Kehehehehehe... mind takin' these off for me, sweetie?" Tsubasa asked, her tone drenched in sensuality, “I'd really love to see you out of them..."

“Uh... uh-huh... y-yeah... s-sure..." Samantha replied, utterly enthralled.

Moving out of Tsubasa's lap, the bandit-masked teen crawled back on the laid out seats, positioning and hiking her ass up in front of the trucker. Her thumbs soon after hooked under the waistband of her skimpy panties, pulling them down her legs, and slipping them right off of her body. And Tsubasa? She didn't say a word, though she did stare, and she stared hard.

With those golden, slutty panties off, the trucker could see everything. Samantha's anus was tight and puckering, quivering with desire as if begging to be fucked. And what of the raccoon's pussy? It was pink, it's labia puffy, and it was drooling her sweet nectar. Makes sense too, since she did cream these panties when she had her orgasm.

“Kehehehehe... bet you weren't expectin' this, huh, sweetie?" Tsubasa quipped as she positioned herself right behind the raccoon, “You left to try and win back your ex-girlfriend, but here you are, baring your naked ass to another woman."

“I uh... I... huh... hmm..."

Honestly, Samantha didn't know what to say. This situation was just so bizarre... but damn was she happy that it was happening. She didn't know what would happen the moment this storm died down, but for the time being, she wanted it to go on forever.

Smack!

“Aaaaahhh!" Samantha groaned, the swift smack having snapped her from her thoughts.

“Kehehehehehe... your ass really looks like it's been trained," Tsubasa remarked, her finger stroking around her puckering anus, “I wonder... has someone been playing with this often? Go ahead, be honest?"

“Mmmm...! Fuck! Yes!" Samantha answered. Damn, she just couldn't say 'no' to Tusbasa, could she? “Yeah, I... I play with my ass a lot. It's... it's my ex-girlfriend's fault. She really liked it and... and she fucked it often."

“Ooooh... is that so!" Tsubasa said, grinning and chuckling, “Ohohohohoho! So... did you like being fucked in the ass?"

“Oh yes... fuck yes," Samantha replied, thinking blissfully about sexual trysts in the past, “She really... made my dumb butt feel... good... ha..."

“Hmm... I see..." Tsubasa muttered in a thoughtful manner, “Well... mind if I give it a try?"

“Hm? Give what a try? Aaahhhhn!?"

Samantha's eyes grew wide, a finger suddenly poking and prodding at her anus. This was a position she recognized all too well, only this time, she didn't have something to grab a hold of and hug close. No, wait, there was something there; the pillow on Tsubasa's cot! Reaching out for it as best she could, the bandit-masked teen grabbed it off that cot and pulled it in, because she knew exactly what was going to come. For this, she needed something to hold onto.

Tsubasa's finger poked and prodded at Samantha's ass, playing with it as she smirked so cockily. Oh yeah, the raccoon had quite the trained anus. It was elastic, giving an ebb and flow that made playing with it so easily. Some lubrication would be required, but not a lot of it. Unfortunately, it's not like Tsubasa had lube sitting around. Or, well, she did, but that was car lube, not body lube. Fortunately though, she did have one hell of a substitute.

Her mouth.

Placing her hands upon Samantha's pliable posterior, Tsubasa took aim square with the raccoon's puckering anus. She was shivering from that grip alone, anticipation biting away at her. The bandit-masked teen wanted this so bad, and couldn't wait for it to befall her. So she shook her ass and wiggled her hips, further offering that ass up to her older paramour. All the while, she waited, and waited, and waited, until finally...

Nomph!

“FAAAUUUUUUCKKK!!!"

Samantha's back arched, Tsubasa's lips having met her tight asshole. Holding upon the raccoon's hips to keep her trapped, the trucker's eyes were closed, focusing only on the tasting anus before her. Without a hint of shame or even decency, Tsubasa ate out Samantha's ass, her tongue slicking and sliding long that orifice. That elastic ebb in it was felt, for when Tsubasa pushed her tongue up against that tight entrance, it gleefully speared open. Her fingers moving around Samantha's ass more, the trucker began to pull those juicy cheeks apart, giving her more room to delve into her anus. And with that space given to her, she gladly took advantage of it.

“Shit! Fuck! Gaaaahhahahhahaha! Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Samantha continued to curse, feeling the lithe tongue of the truck driver slid into her asshole.

It pushed into her, spreading her anus open, and lathering it with her spit. That tongue of hers even swirled about within her asshole, making sure that every inch it could reach would be lathered with her spit. A moan even left Tsubasa's lips as she rimmed the raccoon, indulging in her bitter taste. Damn, Samantha tasted so good, and even when she pulled away, the teen's taste still lingered on her tongue and lips. Moaning thanks to that taste, Tsubasa licked her lips and swallowed her spit down.

Damn, it was so dirty.

Her fingers pressed up to Samantha's ass, the truck driver trailed them right over towards her puckering anus. It was throbbing now, and with that spit oozing along it, the raccoon's asshole was more than ready to be fucked. It just needed a liiiiiittle bit more preparation, or – more accurately – Tsubasa wanted to just test it a little bit more. So moving over her middle finger, she took aim, and started pushing her finger in.

“Nnnngggghhh! Shit! Fuck!" Samantha cried as that middle finger penetrated her ass, her hold on that pillow increasing to the point that she was strangling it, “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! Haaaaaah!"

Tsubasa's finger was bigger than her ex's finger, and it was also bigger than her own. While it wasn't as big as a sex toy obviously, feeling that dexterous digit explore her asshole still took Samantha for a ride. Tsubasa twisted her finger around in her ass, pushing more of her spit inside of her, whilst also working it open. Hooking her knuckle, she caused that ass to widened even more, drawing out a gasp from Samantha. A gasp so strong, she even spat a bit.

“Shit! Fuck! Goddammit! Your finger's so big! Nnnnghh!" she cried, all that tension in her ass causing it to quiver.

Samantha was no anal virgin, but with the way she sounded, she could have fooled even herself. Why the hell did this feel so damn good!? Was it because she already climaxed? Was she just so starved for sex now, that her body was overly sensitive? Samantha didn't know, but dammit, did she love it!

Slurrrrrp... POP!

“AH!?"

Moaning when that finger left her ass, Samantha looked back towards Tsubasa yet again. Her anus was throbbing even harder now, more than ready to receive... well, damn-near anything at this point. Another finger or two, or three, a dildo, hell, Samantha wondered if she could even take Tsubasa's entire fist.

No... wait... okay, anal-fisting may be a step too far. Besides, with how big Tsubasa's fist was, that might very well break her. And, uh, that's break her in the bad way; Samantha couldn't imagine getting much pleasure from all that pain. Or... well...

Tsubasa began moving yet again, her hand searching beneath the seats of her cab for something in particular. Samantha watched as best as she could from over her shoulder, wondering what the woman was looking for, before she suddenly produced a little metal box. With a grin on her lips, Tsubasa opened up that metal box, pulling out something that made the raccoon's heart race yet again.

A dildo. A long, pink, double-sided, dildo. It looked like a dick on both ends, though a bit past its 'glands' there were various little bumps running along it. Samantha had never seen a dildo like it before. The ones she used looked more... uhh... humanoid? Hell, she hadn't even experimented with beastkin dildos, like felines or dogs. But this? It looked a bit... alien.

And that alien cock was currently tapping and rubbing at her ass.

A stifled moan slipped out of Samantha's mouth, the head of that dildo rubbing along her plump posterior. She knew what was coming, and Tsubasa even advertised as much when she started rubbing the head of that faux cock against her asshole. Stiffening up from such a feeling, Samantha didn't say anything to stop the woman or even slow her down. Instead she looked over her shoulder towards the trucker, and with a sheepish smile on her lips, began to nod her head.

“Go ahead and scream if you want," Tsubasa said with a smirk on her lips, “The walls are sound proof, so no one'll hear ya anyway."

“Fuck that's so hot..."

The trucker chuckled, her dildo aiming with Samantha's ass in earnest now. Crystal-brown eyes as sharp as knives, she locked her gaze upon the sight before her, not wanting to let any of it go to waste. Then the head of her dildo started to press up against the raccoon's tight, slutty entrance. A shivering groan left her lips as she felt that cold sex toy pushing in against her, the pressure alone triggering a burn. A good burn, her anus spreading and spearing open, forced to take in more of that dick.

“Ooooooh! Shiiiiit! Nnnngh! Fuuuuuuck! Haaaaaahh! Goddammit! More! Nnngh! More!" Samantha cried, her eyes screwed shut as some tears started lining down her eyes.

“Haaah... such a cute, slutty butt," Tsubasa quipped, her voice like smooth, sensual honey, “Good girl... good girl..."

More and more of that toy pushed into Samantha's ass, those strange, alien bumps rubbing and sliding along her anal walls, causing her anus to twitch like mad. The deeper Tsubasa pushed it in, the fuller Samantha felt. There was virtually no space in that asshole of hers; every inch of it was filled by that thick, pink toy.

Working that toy in was a little bit harder than working a finger inside of her. Hey, one is clearly bigger than the other, you know. But Tsubasa was skilled in such a thing, pushing in the toy, pulling it back out, causing these dirty, squelching 'POP!' noises to echo out every now and then thanks to the spit and the pressure. The more she worked at it, the looser Samantha's ass became, allowing her to push the toy in deeper and quicker, with smoother movements as well. A twist here, a twist there, further causing that elastic asshole of hers to gape.

And Samantha let her do it. She shuddered and quivered sure, grabbed her pillow hella tight as she bit into it, but she didn't do a damn thing to stop the trucker. No, she did the opposite; she pushed her ass out even more, desiring to feel more and more of Tsubasa's touch and dildo. She'd get her wish too.

The smoother those penetrations became, the faster Tsubasa began to move. Soon, she was completely working that dildo into Samantha's ass with such quick, fluid movements. Going in, pulling out, going in, pulling out, faster and faster and faster. Muffled moans left Samantha's mouth, the tension strong as that toy penetrated her ass, and the trucker toyed with her body.

Despite pushing that dildo in and out of the raccoon's ass, that didn't stop Tsubasa from groping and touching her pliable buttocks either. She had two hands, right, so why not use them? With one hand controlling her dildo, the other hand toyed with Samantha's ass, squeezing it, groping it, even giving it a swift smack every now and then. And when she was done being so casual with Samantha's body...

A grin appeared on her lips.

SHOVE!

“GURRRKGH!?"

With one sudden push, Tsubasa slammed that toy as deep into Samantha as it could go at the moment, causing her entire body to jerk upright. Spit flew from her mouth, her eyes were wide but pupils small, all as pleasure overrode her senses.

That toy sank deep into Samantha's ass, beating down any last vestiges of defense she had. Tsubasa could see it too, that anus twitching like mad as it struggled to force back out that silicone cock. The trucker couldn't help but to grin at such a sight, before giving the toy a hard twist that caused its bumps to stroke along the raccoon's inner walls.

“FUUUUCKK! NNNGHHH! SHIIIIIITTTTT!!!" Samantha screamed, her claws tearing into the pillow she held upon.

And just like Tsubasa said, no matter how loud she got, no one would hear a word outside. At most, it was just muffled groaned.

Samantha pulled up her knees, lifting her ass up higher as she felt the toy start to retreat from her anus. It didn't leave her ass fully however, not before pushing back in with such a dirty squelching noise echoing out. Tsubasa set on a light pace of pushing the toy in, pulling out, pushing the toy in, pulling out; all with a steady rhythm.

“This is such a nice ass," Tsubasa cooed, adding a gentle downward twist on her dildo as she kept working open Samantha's ass, “I wonder how big it can gape... kehehehehe!"

“Gaaahhhaaa! Fuuuuuck!" Samantha cried back.

Tears were rolling down her face, but damn, were they some happy tears. All that pain and tension in her ass felt so euphoric; she loved anal sex. Was that a dirty thing to say? A dirty thing to think? Yeah, probably... but she didn't give a damn. She just wanted to experience more of this pit of ecstasy, all whilst being led on by the controlling touch of her older lover.

“Mmm... look at you," Tsubasa said as she leaned over Samantha's side, though her hand remained on the middle of the toy, “You look so... delectable..."

“Hrrrnngh... fuck... can't... legggsss..." Samantha groaned back, drool hanging from her lips.

“Oh... your legs? Mmmm..." she kissed her shoulder, a soft smacking noise echoing out, “Haaah... how close are you?"

“My aaaaasssss...!"

“Oh... kehehehehe... so your that close. Okay..." she kissed her shoulder again, “Here then."

PULL!

Just as quick as she was to shove it in, Tsubasa pulled it out. With one quick stroke, the trucker yanked that toy straight out of Samantha's ass, making her eyes widened to levels she thought impossible. Hell, for that moment, all of life seemed to stop.

And then it all came crashing down.

“GAAAHHH! FUUUUUCK!!!"

Samantha's legs gave out, her body falling upon the seats once again as her pussy erupted violently. From her cunt, she squirted her clear, womanly juices, coating the seats once again. It all flowed with so much strength, that her pussy even hurt a tad bit from how strong it was. Yeah, that was one hell of a climax, one that left her shuddering and incapable of saying a word.

Man... orgasms just don't last long enough, do they?

“Haaaah! Haaaahh! Oooooooooh...! Haaaaaah!" Samantha panted, finally returning to earth as she looked at the foggy window before her.

It was still raining outside...

“So... are you ready for round three?" Tsubasa asked, surprising Samantha with such a statement.

“Fucking... what? Haaaah... sh-shit... I can... I can barely even... even move," replied the raccoon, “I don't... I don't think I can go again... I..."

“Have faith in yourself, sweetie," Tsubasa said, her hand stroking her ass still, “We're not done yet. Kehehehe...! Now then."

“Huh?" Whump! “Ah!?"

Suddenly – and much to Samantha's surprise – the bandit-masked teen found herself being flipped over, now laying on her back. She first looked up towards the ceiling, then brought her eyes down towards Tsubasa. That trucker and her damn grin... it was right there on her lips, pacifying the teen. Samantha even opened her mouth to say a word, but just couldn't find it in her to speak.

Well, that is until she watched Tsubasa slowly start to move down.

“Huh? Wh-where are you...?" she asked, the trucker's head descending towards her crotch, “O-oh... that's what you're doing..."

Oh, it smelled so good. Samantha's pussy was a dirty concoction of sweat, musk, and pussy juices, all combined right here. Particular that smell of her cunt, thanks to the teen's recent orgasms. Still, that heavy, sexy, sensual odor, was so... intoxicating. Tsubasa just couldn't wait to delve in, so...

Nomph!

“Fuck! Aah!"

First her ass, now her pussy; Tsubasa was feasting good today.

Her lips sealed around Samantha's cunt, sucking and slurping up her juices. If the raccoon thought she'd be free to relax after her orgasm, well, she had another thing coming. Tsubasa's cunnilingus was just as good as her anilingus, which... guess that makes sense. There's not that much difference between eating pussy and eating ass, is there?

Hmm...

Slurrrrp!

“Haaaah!?"

That powerful suck snapped Samantha from her thoughts, returning once again to reality as Tsubasa ate her. That tongue, so skilled and so hungry, slicked and licked along her folds, before delving inside. The sweet honey within coaxed a moan from Tsubasa, who mentally compared Samantha's ass to her pussy. One was sweet, the other bitter, and while the trucker typically enjoyed sweet things... yeah, this raccoon's ass was far superior.

She dined on Samantha's pussy, but she wasn't aiming to make the raccoon cum from her cunt. No, no, she had other ideas. So after a minute or so of pussy licking, the trucker pulled away, moving to kiss upon Samantha's womb. Slowly she trailed up, kissing along the raccoon's beautiful body, and coaxing blissful moans from her. Kiss, kiss, kiss... stop at that navel, just to lick it... kiss, kiss, kiss, stop, yet again.

“Hm?"

Oh... she forgot about Samantha's shirt; she was still wearing it. Pulling back, her crystal-brown eyes looked first at the teen's face, watching her pant. It was like Samantha was still struggling to parse what was going on; confusion and arousal was blatant on it. Honestly? Tsubasa liked that face.

“Your shirt," she said, “You're still wearing it..."

“Haaah... h-huh? M-my shirt?" Samantha muttered, her eyes looking down, “Oh... y-yeah... my shirt..." then her arms moved over it defensively, her hazel eyes glancing away, “Th... they're not that big, you know... you probably won't like them that much..."

“Keheheheheh... I'll be the judge of that," Tsubasa said.

Grabbing the bottom of Samantha's baggy t-shirt, she pulled it up and up, revealing the raccoon's gray-colored bra. It hugged close to her breasts, cradling that chest which she wasn't too proud of. But Tsubasa smiled, her hands grabbing a hold of Samantha's tits, one in each hand.

“Haaaah... T-Tsubasa," the teen panted, surprised by how strong her groping was.

“Such cute breasts," she replied, her head cocked to one side, “Can I see all of them, sweetie?"

“Haaaaaah... r-really? I..."

Despite having a low opinion on her breasts, Samantha wouldn't deny Tsubasa the chance to see them. So reaching around, she grabbed her bra by the hooks, undoing them and releasing them. The garment pealed off shortly after, and she tossed it aside upon the floor of the cab. That being said, she still blushed furiously, and it took everything in her power not to fold her arms over her breasts and cover them.

“Ah!?"

But Tsubasa and those damn hands, they quickly wrapped around her tits once again. One breast in each of her hands, and she groped them tightly. Feeling the rough hands of a trucker grope her chest was unlike groping them herself, or even the hands of her ex-girlfriend's. Samantha arched her back and moaned to the ceiling, pushing out even more of her chest right into Tsubasa's hands. All the while, her older paramour started to pinch and tweak her nipples, getting them harder and harder.

They were so pink... so cute... haaa...

Flick!

“Aahh... haaaa..."

Moving down yet again, Tsubasa started kissing along Samantha's body yet again. Lips pressing to her breasts this time, her hot and heavy breaths tickling the raccoon's nipples. Briefly Tsubasa wrapped her mouth around Samantha's tit, suckling upon it, and lathering that pink nub with her spit. The delicious moans she drew from the girl's mouth was like music to her ears, but she didn't want to hear it for too long. She started kissing up again.

Kiss to the tops of her breasts. Kiss to her neck. Kiss to her chin. Kiss to the bottom of her lips. Stop, but only so she could pull back and look at Samantha yet again. But this time, it was the teen's turn to surprise her.

“Please," she said, her arms wrapping around Tsubasa's shoulders, catching her off guard, “Kiss me more..."

The trucker grinned.

“Of course... cutie pie..."

Oh, she had no idea how much that statement made her heart flutter.

Tsubasa and Samantha began kissing one another again, moans traded as tongues danced and spit was swapped. But that didn't stop the trucker from grabbing her double-sided dildo yet again. Not breaking from the kiss, she positioned one end of the toy with her pussy, and the other end of it with Samantha's anus yet again. The teen at first didn't realize with her eyes closed, but the moment the head of that toy touched her puckering asshole, she shivered.

Pulling back, Samantha looked between their legs to see that pink toy. It was still tapping against her anus, but she was more invested in the sight of Tsubasa's free hand reaching down to the zipper of her hotpants. She pulled it down, loosening the garb from her hips, and with one hand began to pull it down her legs. Samantha's eyes grew wide.

There's a difference between a girl's body and a woman's body, of that, the raccoon was beginning to realize. Tsubasa's cunt was so pink, oozing her nectar, and the hair lining it was rather thick. Not as thick as her own fur, but ya'know, a bit thick for a woman. Tsubasa must have not had time to shave but... no, that's not it. The trucker just wasn't the kind of woman to shave down there. Fuck, why did that make Sammy hotter?

“There... that's better," Tsubasa said as she removed her hotpants, dropping them to the wayside, “Now then, let's get back to work!"

“Oh... fuck..."

Holding her double-sided dildo by the center, Tsubasa took aim with her own cunt, causing Samantha's eyes to widen. There was no way in hell she was about to miss this! Right before the raccoon's eyes, her paramour began pushing the toy right into her snatch, groaning with desire as she did so. Those folds parted opened, devouring the faux cock, bumps and all. Samantha wasn't the type of person to be jealous of boys, but damn, what she wouldn't give to have a flesh and blood dick and balls right now. Tsubasa was probably so tight!

But, no, wait, Tsubasa wasn't the woman about to get fucked in this situation; Samantha herself was. Once that dildo slid deep into the trucker's body, the trucker released it, the toy hanging inside by the power of her pussy alone. Naturally, Samantha swallowed her spit.

This woman was about to fuck the living daylights out of her ass, wasn't she? And Tsubasa could read that 'oh shit' face she had like it was a book.

“Kehehehehehehehe! Are you ready, sweetie?"

And as she asked, the other end of that double-sided dildo rubbed and stroked along her pussy, as if to taunt her.

“I'm here... about to get fucked by some curvy trucker..." Samantha muttered before swallowing her spit. Her hazel eyes then looked up at Tsuabasa, a grin adorning her lips, “Fuck yeah I'm ready..."

“Good... cuz for tonight, your ass is mine!"

That dildo slid down, aiming once again for Samantha's ass. Naturally she clinched, only to relax herself. She didn't want this to hurt after all, but more importantly, she wanted as little friction for the anal pounding she was about to endure.

“Hrrrrrrggghhhh!"

The head of that false dick pushed up against her tight rectum, pushing and pushing and pushing. It was so slow, as if purposefully to taunt and tease her. But before Samantha could call Tsubasa out on such a thing, the trucker began pushing again, breaking into the entrance of her tight asshole.

Samantha's ass was looser than before, so sliding into her was easier. The more Tsubasa pushed into the raccoon, the more that double-sided dildo pushed back up inside of her. Her tight pussy squeezed so hard around that toy, the bumps on it sliding along her vaginal walls. So much honey and nectar oozed along its pink surface, streaking down where it even touched Samantha's ass.

And then...

“Haaa..."

“Aaaaaahhh!"

Their hips had met, Tsubasa's pussy kissing up to Samantha's ass. Grinning as she looked down upon the captive raccoon, the trucker grabbed a hold of one of her legs, lifting and pulling it up. Leaning that leg horizontally with her body, Tsubasa continued to grin as she pulled her hips back. And with one thrust forward...

PAT!

“Aaaaauhhnnn!"

Samantha leaned back, a quivering moan leaving her body. It was game time.

PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT!

With the skills of a man, Tsubasa drove that dildo deep into Samantha's asshole with skilled thrust after skilled thrust. This was different from before, for this had the pumping power of her hips behind it, as oppose to merely her hand. Samantha's hair, ass, and breasts all shook and quivered, the cab they were in bouncing up and down as well. And when the raccoon's eyes moved back forward, she saw a sight she would remember forever.

Tsubasa's hair too was bouncing up and down, a sensual smirk laying on her lips, and those tits... just, goddamn, those tits. They were bouncing up and down with her every thrust, the recoil giving them such a tantalizing sway. Giving a kooky grin herself at such a sight, Samantha's hand slid down between her legs, fingers curling and delving into her own sweltering cunt at such a sight.

Was this what sexual insanity was? Because, holy shit, she was feeling it. Getting fucked in the ass, fingering her pussy, all while gazing upon Tsubasa and her amazing body. It was enough to make her forget about damn near everything. The party, the storm, her ex-girlfriend; all of that. No, it was just her and Tsubasa.

If only for tonight...

Samantha's middle and ring finger both pushed into her cunt, causing her honey to splash and splatter all over both her and Tsubasa's pelvises. The delirium of the situation and Samantha's own growing lust and need, drove her to cry out,

“MORE! FUCK! HARDER! PLEASE! HAAAAAAHH!"

“Keheheh... sure, sweetie... harder it is!"

PATPATPATPATPATPATPAT!!!

“AAAAAHHHHH!"

The sound of their bodies clapping into one another, the moans they gave, the dirty, squelching pops of Tsubasa's pussy and Samantha's anus; it was all like an orchestra. A lewd, sensual, sexy, orchestra. Fleshy taps, bouncing breasts, flying hair, so much twitching and throbbing, harder and harder and harder and harder and harder and harder and harder until...

PAT!!!

“AAHHHHHH!?"

Samantha didn't know what it was that happened. Maybe Tsubasa slammed and pressed something deep in her asshole. Or, maybe Samantha herself had accidentally pressed and rubbed against her g-spot. Really, did it matter how it happened? Probably not... but... holy shit...

“NNNNGGHHHH!?"

Samantha screwed her eyes shut, a stream of her juices squirting out from her cunt. It was like a bridge of her fluids, all of it splashing on Tsubasa waist and even falling down upon their double-sided dildo. The trucker herself watched the pure ecstasy that overcame the raccoon's body, especially as that arch of pussy juices stained continued to dirty both of them, as well as the floor below. By now, a lurid and disgusting puddle of feminine cum had formed on the floor beneath them, and Tsubasa wouldn't have it any other way.

When that orgasm left her, Samantha fell back on the chair, still groaning while her mind swam in pleasure. Drool even pooled in her mouth, oozing from her lips ever so slowly. She just needed to swallow it...

Gulp...

“Haaah... haaaa... haaahhh..."

Samantha didn't know what to think, what to feel, or even what to say. Pulling her hand out of her honeypot, she raised it towards her face, watching her thick, gooey nectar ooze down her fingers. How many orgasms was that? Three, right? Shit... she's never had three orgasms so fast after one another. Typically, it takes some time, right?

Fuck... the hell was she even thinking right now?

“Samantha..." Tsubasa called, her voice like honey that poured into her ears.

“Y-yeah...?" said the raccoon, her hazel eyes gazing and even getting lost in the crystal-brown eyes of the woman before her.

“It's still storming outside," she said, hips pulling back so that the sex toy could retreat from Samantha's anus, causing it to gape.

“Nnngghh... y-yesss?" asked the raccoon with a wincing groan.

“Wanna keep going?"

Samantha swallowed her spit.

“Y-yeah..."

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“Hmm... wh... what...?"

Hazel eyes opened softly, the bright glow of sunlight immediately beaming into them. Naturally, the teen winced from the burning pain, her head even turning away to defend herself. But then realization dawned on her, and she said with a loud gasp,

“Sunlight? M-morning? What?"

Pulling up, the bandit-masked girl found she was draped in a white blanket, covering her sweaty body. And, damn, the pungent odor sex was so fucking strong in the air, it was almost suffocating. But only almost. Let's face it, there's worse smells to wake up to, huh?

But this? This?

“Shit... what? Fuck!" Samantha shouted as she snapped up in this truck's cab, the blankets covering her chest, “What the fuck did I do last night!?"

For a girl who hadn't even had a sip of alcohol the previous night, she sure did act like she couldn't believe what she herself had done. She and Tsubasa – a woman she just met, no less – fucking like animals within the trucker's truck. And, damn, how many orgasms did she have? She remembered having at least three but... lost count after five. So, damn, was it possible she had even more than five?

Honestly, Samantha didn't want to think about it that much.

A day she started with thoughts of seducing her old flame and reigniting an old relationship, ended with her getting fucked hard in the ass by a curvy trucker. Well, the raccoon could imagine worse things to happen.

Ga-thunk!

“Ah! Fucking shit!?" Samantha shouted, scrambling to hide her body behind that blanket as the door to the truck suddenly opened up.

“Keheheheheh! Good mornin' to you too, sweetie!" a certain trucker's voice answered.

Entering inside was Tsubasa, carrying with her a drink container holding two cups of coffee, alongside a paper bag holding sandwiches. She – unlike Samantha – had obviously redressed into the clothing she was in the previous night, leaving the raccoon to sleep the morning off. The bandit-masked teen would have been thankful, had she not been so confused.

“Tsubasa! W-what happened?" she asked, her face as red as a tomato.

“What do you mean 'what happened'?" asked the trucker back, confused, “Ain't it obvious? We fucked like a couple of horny rabbits last night, that's what happened..." she smiled again, her face beaming, “Anywho, I wasn't really sure how you liked your coffee, so I got a bunch of creams and sugars. Oh! And I got a breakfast sandwich as well! These truck stations sure are nice, ain't they?"

How the hell could the trucker be so damn casual!? They just fucked and... and... and uh... well... that's it, isn't it? They just fucked, and that's it. And, hell, that was the best fuck of Samantha's entire life. The raccoon didn't know how to feel. On one hand, she felt like she should be angry, but on the other hand... like, why would she be angry?

They fucked, they both enjoyed it, and that's the end of that, so...

“Hey sweetie... are you okay?" Tsubasa asked, her head cocked to one side.

“Y-yeah... I'm okay... I uh... th-think..." Samantha replied, still a bit confused about the entire situation, “Umm... where's my clothes?"

“Oh, over there on the cot," Tsubasa said as she pointed at them with her thumb, “I took the liberty of foldin' them for ya!"

“Uh... thanks..."

Just as Tsubasa said, Samantha's clothes laid neatly folded on the cot in her truck's cab. Her shoes, her socks, panties, bra, short-shorts, and shirt; all of them. Man, Samantha didn't even remember getting stark naked last night; just how long did their tryst go on for!?

“You live in Emerald Hills, don't you, Sammy?" Tsubasa asked as the teen steadily dressed herself, garnering a nod.

“Yeah, I do," the raccoon answered as she slipped her skimpy panties upon her plump posterior, “What of it?"

“How 'bout I take you up to the Emerald Hills neighborhood park. Can you walk home from there?"

“Yeah... I can actually see the park from my home, so that'll be nice," Samantha answered as she put on her bra next.

“Great! That'll make it easy for the both of us!" Tsubasa quipped, a grin on her lips as she looked out towards the windshield of her cab, “After last night... I'm pretty sure you've had enough of my naked ass, haven't ya?"

“I... I wouldn't say that," Samantha retorted, her hand gingerly reaching out for one of those cups of coffee.

Tsubasa glanced at her from over her shoulder, watching as the raccoon sheepishly grabbed a cup of coffee, along with a few bags of cream and sugar. Dumping them into her drink, she brought it to her lips and took a sip, sighing blissfully from its burning taste. Honestly, the sight of her smiling so genuinely brought a smile to Tsubasa's lips too, even a chuckle. The raccoon just looked so cute.

It didn't take too long for Samantha to finish her coffee, nor did it take long for her to finish dressing either. And yet, there was this air of mystery floating around them, alongside this sense of... regret? Perhaps even longing? Regardless, by the time Samantha finished dressing and drinking, she decided not to eat her breakfast sandwich, not yet, anyway. No, she wasn't hungry yet. Still, she sat beside Tsubasa in the cab of the truck, her hazel eyes looking over towards her. The woman gazed back with those bright, crystal-brown eyes of her own.

“Ready to go, sweetie?" she asked.

“Yeah... let's go..."

Still grinning, still being so warm and inviting, Tsubasa turned on the truck beneath them. It grumbled to life, with Samantha gazing out the window to her right in a longing manner. When the canter truck finally came to life, she pulled down her window, allowing the crispy taste of clean air to fill her nose. She could even smell the rain which fell upon the land just last night, and what a transformation it was.

It was storming horribly just the previous evening, but now, there wasn't a cloud in the sky. It was all so blue, the sun so bright, and everything was so very beautiful.

Tsubasa pulled away from their parking lane, humming softly to herself as she took to the roads. This Takayama Station was at the base of the mountain, meaning Emerald Hills was just a short, ten or so minute drive away. Driving up the roads towards the humble, mountainside community, Tsubasa hummed softly to herself, while Samantha merely gazed longingly out the window. And with said window down, the odors of their tryst last night faded away into nothing, with the wind blowing softly through her black hair.

“You look a little... uh... what's the word... forlorn there, sweetie," Tsubasa said as she looked at Samantha from out the corner of her eye, “Somethin' on your mind?"

“No... uh... well... y-yeah," the teen answered before looking back at her with a shrug of her shoulders, “Tsubasa... I... last night..."

“Hey, don't worry 'bout it," the trucker replied with a teasing grin, “You were horny, I was horny, and we fucked because of it. There ain't nothin' wrong with that!"

“I... but uh... h-huh... hmm..."

Dammit, she wasn't sure how to get her feelings across. The things Tsubasa made her feel last night... they were amazing, beyond anything Samantha had ever experienced in her near two decades of living. It made her wonder; was that what casual sex was like? No, it couldn't have been. Casual sex was supposed to be bland, boring, just for shits and giggles, right? But that? Last night? There was no way that was 'casual'.

“Go ahead, sweetie... let it out," Tsubasa said, drawing attention back to her.

“Uhh... huhh..." shit, why was this so hard? “Tsubasa, I... umm..." her eyes darted from the trees driving past them, then back over towards the trucker at her side, “Last night... when we fucked... you... you did things to me... uh... haaa... made me feel ways about myself that I hadn't felt in a while."

“Uh-huh... go on..."

“I was just wondering... like... you and I..." she prodded her fingers together, her blush completely taking over her face as she looked away, “Will we... will we ever see each other again?"

Samantha clearly shifted her words, dancing around what she honestly wanted to say, but not having the courage to just come out and ask it. It was cute, seeing as how she was a teenage girl, ya'know. But on the other hand, Tsubasa herself wasn't sure what it was that was talking; a genuine desire to see a relationship form between the two, or just an unwillingness to have that mind-blowing sex go away.

Now, Tsubasa was no psychiatrist, but she knew people. And from what she could tell from Samantha, this girl really, really hated to let things go. To just experience certain thrills in life for the time being, and then allow them to be just that; thrills. So they fucked like hard and heavy animals? Okay, it was nice, amazing even, but isn't that the point? To let out all your feelings in one, heavy rush... and then allow that to go on into the wind.

Like a blazing flame.

“You really shouldn't care too much about a gal like me, Sammy," Tsubasa said, drawing the teen's eyes back up to her, “I'm just your average, every day truck driver. And ain't I a bit too old for you?"

“Yeah but... um... haaaa..."

“You're still young, sweetie. Still have years – decades even – to figure out what you do and don't like. Boys, girls, lovers, friends..." she shook her head, “Don't get hung up because you shared one steamy night with a trucker in her cab once."

“Hmm... you... you sound like my mom..." the teen muttered.

“Heh... your mom sounds like she has a good head on her shoulders. Keheheh... she's right, you know."

“Yeah... I know..."

So that's that then, huh? Maybe Tsubasa was right; maybe it was best to just let things happen, and enjoy them for the time being. Still, Samantha couldn't help but to feel a bit emotional over it. Crossing her arms, gritting her teeth, looking away. It was so unfair... but maybe Tsubasa was right yet again. Maybe it was supposed to be unfair.

All of that faded away when their surroundings became more familiar. Driving past the green brick walls, Samantha's ears twitch and her tail straightened up as she recognized she was back home. The houses of Emerald Hills were all nice, being two or three stories tall with garages and fences. One of them was her house, and she even thought about telling Tsubasa which one it was. But even if she did, she knew the trucker would probably ignore her. If they both knew where the other lived, well, whose to say what would happen if emotions ran hot?

Tsubasa kept her eyes locked on Emerald Hills residential park: a nice and quaint place with an immaculate fence, a playground, a fountain, a walkway running through all of it, and a gazebo in the center of it all. Coming to a halt right outside of the park, Tsubasa turned to face Samantha, the face on the teen still being so longing. But before the bandit-masked girl could say a word, the trucker spoke first.

“Don't be sad we have to say farewell to one another," Tsubasa said, “Just be happy it happened in the first place," she smiled, her thumb pointing at herself, “When you spend all your days drivin' from one side of this country to the other, you really learn to live by those rules."

“Y-yeah... Hmm... well then... uh... goodbye, Tsubasa."

“Hey, hey, hey now," the woman shook her head, “Look... Document City's a pretty big place, one we both live in, right? And, yeah, I'm driving most of the time as well, so I won't be here as often as even I'd like, but..." she shrugged her shoulders, before giving her a smirk, “It's not 'goodbye'. It's 'see ya later'. You understand what I'm trying to say?"

Samantha sat there, a bit confused for a few moments, though she did eventually nod. Yeah, she understood it. Sure, their was a good chance they would never see each other again, but there was always a chance that they will. Perhaps run into one another on a street, maybe see each other at a diner. Who knows? Maybe even on another stormy night one day, a familiar truck will drive up behind her yet again.

Moving over, Samantha closed her eyes and pursed her lips, driving Tsubasa to do the same. They met into a kiss, tongues dancing slowly, and even moans. It was a farewell kiss, and a rather passionate one at that. Still, it ended far too long for Samantha's liking, with Tsubasa pulling away with a smile on her lips.

“See ya around, sweetie."

The raccoon nodded, before turning around to open up the passenger-side door of the canter truck. Even more natural air flowed into the cab, with Samantha stepping out onto solid ground. Gazing into the distance, she could very well see her home; it was just a short walk away now. But before she left, could start walking away, Tsubasa called out for her.

“Hey, sweetie! Catch!"

“Huh?" Wap! “Huh!?"

Suddenly landing right in Samantha's chest was a hat. Lifting it up, it was a baseball cap baring the insignia of the Document City Gold Wings; their residential baseball team. The raccoon gasped as she held it, her hazel eyes looking back up towards Tsubasa, only now, the trucker wasn't wearing that hat. Without it on, her long black hair was visible for all to see. She looked so beautiful, especially with that warm, radiant, beaming smile on her face.

Samantha lifted the baseball cap up to her face, now blushing furiously like some bashful teen. Tsubasa chuckled at the sight, her hand grabbing the passenger side door so that she could close it. And with that door closed shut, Tsubasa pressed her foot to the gas pedal of her truck, driving off and down the neighborhood streets. Samantha watched too, keeping that hat up to her face, her nose giving it a few chaste smells. The raccoon's heart was beating in her chest, that feeling of regret and longing still strong in her, but placated by joy.

Yeah, don't be sad that it has to end, just be happy that it happened in the first place. And yes, Samantha was so very, very happy.

And as that canter truck holding Tsubasa left her, it's horn roared out to the winds around them.

HONK! HOOOOOOONKKKK!!!

Samantha placed that hat right upon her head.