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Trucker Ch. 02: Rawlins

Cody didn't wake until she felt the truck slow as Hal pulled off the Interstate onto route 287. She pulled herself up slowly and looked out the windows.

"Hullo," she said quietly, doe-eyed.

"Hello Sleeping Beauty," said Hal. "We're in Rawlins. I'm going to book a room at this motel coming up here. You want to grab McDonald's after?" Cody nodded sleepily and pushed a hand through her tousled hair.

The eastern edge of Rawlins was sparse with isolated motels rising from open scrub. Hal decided not to pull in to his usual place because he had an eighteen year-old girl with him wearing a tied-up blouse, bare stomach, and a short mini skirt with very bare legs. He glanced over at her. She was still curled up in the passenger seat in her bare feet and he decided it was better that she wait in the cab, out of sight, while he booked the room. He didn't trust the motel clerk not to be suspicious. And Hal had to admit to himself that, even though she was eighteen and legal, they made an odd-looking pair.

Hal said nothing to the motel clerk apart from "nice weather," as he booked a room with two beds and nonchalantly signed for it. He winced inwardly as he left the rig's license plate number on the registry but the clerk merely wished him a good evening as he handed over the room key. Hal still had visions of a girl on the run and police bulletins.

He returned to the cab and knocked on Cody's door. "Come out, Princess, let's get dinner."

The door swung open and Cody's eyes peeped out, like a cat's from a paper bag. "Okay," she said. An arm, with hand, extended out the door, from which dangled a pair of heeled sandals.

"Can you hold these, please?" she asked. Hal nodded and reached up for them. Cody climbed out onto the steps of the cab in her bare feet, the camera slung over her shoulder, and climbed down gingerly, on her bare toes. Hal gazed up at her, and couldn't turn away as her miniskirt floated upward in the breeze. In the dim light of the setting sun he wasn't sure what he saw as he looked up her skirt, but he was certain he saw smooth, round, bare cheeks. Her hand flashed around to guard her hem again, complicating her descent, and Hal quickly looked away, pretending to have seen nothing.

Cody hopped down onto the pavement, guarding her skirt, and let Hal close the passenger door. He turned back to give her the sandals, but she was already walking across the asphalt towards the restaurant in her bare feet.

"Princess?" he called. She stopped and turned as he held up her heels.

"Is that my new name?" she asked warily, slowly walking back to Hal and taking her shoes.

"Sorry -- I should just call you Cody, shouldn't I."

"Whichever," she said evenly. She sauntered off, still her in bare feet and holding the shoes.

Hal hung back a moment, watching her as she walked away. Her skirt twitched from side to side as she walked, and her free hand hovered around her hips, guarding her hem against the wind. She stopped. The wind ruffled her hem and he saw a hint of cheeks again as she looked over her shoulder at him with her eyebrows raised.

"Were you going to walk across the whole parking lot in your bare feet?" he asked. Cody shrugged. The setting sun silhouetted her hair. Hal lifted the camera. Cody stuck out her tongue, then stuck out her ass. Hal snapped a photo. She stood on her toes and did a little shimmy. Hal stared. The soles of her feet were dirty from the pavement.

"Keep shooting!" she called, "Or you'll lose your light!" She stayed up on the tips of her bare toes, showing her dirty soles and smiled sweetly while the breeze fluttered her hem. Hal kept snapping and she began to shimmy slowly, swaying her hips from side to side. Hal followed her slowly, snapping away, even as the breeze lifted her little skirt and she snapped it back down. When they reached the shade, and the entrance to the restaurant, Cody stopped posing and held the door for Hal.

They were halfway through the lineup when Hal looked down from the menu board and noticed people were glancing at Cody. He realized she was still holding her shoes. She stood in her bare feet on the tiled floor, one foot balanced on tiptoes. She absentmindedly twisted her ankle and rubbed her toes against the shin of her other leg. Then she reversed her stance, going up on the toes of her other foot. The bottoms of her feet were filthy.

"Cody," he whispered. She looked at him with innocent eyes. "I think you'd better put your heels on in here." Cody looked down at her shoes she was holding, as if noticing them for the first time.

"Oh," she exclaimed quietly. She leaned on Hal as she slipped them on.

As before, Cody ordered a very large serving of the sort of fast food that would kill Hal, if not enrage his doctor. He watched Cody eat, fascinated by her appetite. He also liked watching her eat because she was so oblivious to her unabashed feasting. She was not a quiet eater, nor dainty, and her cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk. A couple of times she caught his stare, but held it as she kept eating. Hal looked away, embarrassed, and caught a group of boys at a nearby table taking in the site of Cody's short little skirt, her bare legs, and her shirt tied above her bare stomach. They didn't talk much -- just kept looking -- but not before checking Hal's line of sight. Hal realized they assumed he was her dad.

Hal sipped his coffee slowly as Cody finally finished and began flipping through their latest photos on the camera.

"Wow," she said softly. "That's a flippy little short skirt I'm wearing."

Hal concentrated on swallowing his coffee. "Seems okay," he said cautiously. "You didn't know until now?"

Cody's face turned red. "No. I knew it was a mini skirt. I didn't know it was a very mini skirt."

Hal laughed nervously. "A very mini skirt. It looks great on you."

An awkward silence followed. Cody giggle-snorted and covered her in mouth. "It's a mini-mini skirt," she said, nodding her head.

"But you... bought it?"

"Nope."

Hal looked at her. She looked away.

"I already told you my clothes got stolen in that shitty hostel in Chicago," she said, avoiding his gaze.

"Mmm hmm."

"It was really stupid, what I did. I crammed my camera and satchel in this tiny room locker. The shared shower was right across the hall from my room so I just took off my jeans, t-shirt and underwear, and wrapped a towel around me, and hopped across the hall in my heels. My phone was in my jeans pocket. I stuck my netbook under the pillow. I didn't lock the dorm room door. I was only in the shower ten minutes. I came back out, and my duffel bag with all my clothes, including the ones I had just taken off, were gone. They found the netbook too."

"Whaaat...."

"Yeah I know. I never thought anyone would steal my clothes. But it gets worse. I had my cash in my duffel bag. I totally forgot about that. So all my money was gone and my phone and netbook. I'm so fucking stupid."

"Jesus..."

"I know, I know. Don't say anything."

"No, I'm just shocked. What happened then?"

"I had to tiptoe down to the front desk with just the towel around me and my little heels on. It was humiliating. These people in the front room were staring at me and laughing. They probably saw whoever took my stuff. And the guy at the front desk was rude. He didn't care. He said he didn't see anything and they weren't responsible anyway."

"But you're in just a towel..."

"Yeah I am. And my heels. So I asked him what I was going to do about my clothes. Because my money is gone and I can't buy new clothes. And even if I could, I'm not going shopping wearing a towel. So he shrugs and tells me to rummage through their Lost and Found box and grab something from there. I felt like such a reject. I went through it, and there wasn't really anything. All I could find was this skirt and blouse. That was all that fit. I have to tie up the blouse because it's a bit too big."

Hal nodded his head slowly. "So these aren't even your clothes."

"Nope," she said. "After I dressed, I got my camera and my satchel from the locker and left the hostel right away. I wanted to cry so bad."

"And you started hitchhiking. You're really brave."

"I dunno. But that's the story about why I'm wearing a mini skirt. I've never worn a mini skirt."

Hal laughed. "A very mini skirt you mean."

"Yes, that's right, a mini-mini skirt," she giggled. "A little mini-mini skirt."

"A little mini-mini skirt."

"Yes, a little mini-mini skirt." She gazed at Hal.

"A little mini-mini skirt." Hal gazed back at her.

Cody giggled. "With bare legs," she said.

"Huh?" said Hal.

"A little mini-mini skirt with bare legs."

"Oh, right. A little mini-mini skirt with bare legs. I like this game."

She laughed.

Hal was harder than he'd been in a long time. His hands nervously worked his coffee mug around. He checked around casually. Nobody seemed to be paying any attention to them, and the horny kids across the way had slunk out.

"So, then. Do you want to go over to the motel?" she asked. "Maybe we can take more pictures?"

"Of you?"

"Yes of me," she laughed.

Hal felt a whooshing sensation in his ears.

"Yeah, yeah of course," he said casually, reaching for the camera. "Let's head back."

Hal led Cody quietly across the parking lot to the motel, taking a route that he hoped was discreet. He took a slightly longer away around the parking lot to their room to avoid passing the motel office. Once inside the unit, Cody kicked off her shoes into her bare feet and flopped down on the bed closest to the bathroom.

"Oh god this feels soooo nice," she said, grabbing a pillow and planting her face into it. "So much better than the hostel and the bus!"

Hal realized he was inadvertently giving her another birthday present -- the most comfy bed she'd known since sneaking away from Buffalo. He looked around the small room and the even smaller bathroom beyond. He felt very awkward suddenly, sharing this space with a young girl. He turned on some lights and absentmindedly opened drawers. He placed his wallet and keys on the nightstand by the other bed.

"Give me the camera a sec," she said, hoisting herself up and reaching out at him. Hal was grateful to have something to do, and brought the camera to her. She flipped the tiny buttons on the back again. "You have to dial up the ISO for the low light here." She aimed the camera towards the door and took a shot, then looked at the camera back.

"Is there enough light?" asked Hal. Cody was zooming in on the image.

"Nope," she said after a moment. "Too noisy. So I'll use the pop-up flash." She pressed a button an activated the flash. "Okay," she said, "Here y'go!"

Hal took the camera hoping she didn't notice his hands shaking. He moved back across the room and aimed the camera at her. Cody knelt on the bed and pushed her skirt down between her thighs. She looked longingly at the camera and put her tongue behind her teeth. Hal took a shot and looked at the back. Cody got up and hurried over to look.

"K, that's perfect," she said, and went back to the bed. "What next?"

Hal hesitated shyly. "Hmm. Could you do that cake thing again?"

"Cake?"

"Yeah."

"You mean cheesecake?"

Hal was flustered. "Sorry, yeah. Cheesecake, yeah."

Cody smiled brightly. "Okies!" She stretched out onto the bed on her stomach and slowly brought her bare feet upon behind her like she had in the truck. Hal watched it all unfold through the camera's viewfinder. The perfect arches of her feet glowed in the warm light. Hal could see how dirty they still were. Her soles had picked up dirt from the truck cab, the parking lot, and the floor of the restaurant.

Then Cody pointed her toes.

Her lips parted and she let out a small "unh" as she held the toe point. Her dirty soles wrinkled and furrowed as her feet arched, quivering. Hal's hands were shaking as he snapped photos and Cody cocked her head from one side to the other like a curious kitten. He could feel himself leaking in his shorts. Cody's skirt was also betraying a sliver of the cheeks of her bum. She hadn't noticed, and Hal didn't know if he should keep taking photos.

"Um," he mumbled, and gestured weakly at her skirt. "Might fix... skirt..."

Cody looked confused and glanced behind her. "Oh," she giggled. "Whoops." She tugged the hem down to cover the sliver of exposed cheeks. Then she caught sight of her feet. "Whoa, I have really dirty feet!" she giggled, brushing her pointed toes against each other. She brushed her soles with the back of her hand. Hal laughed nervously.

"Do you want me to put on my heels?" she asked.

"Hmm..." He shook his head no.

"You sure?" she asked.

"It's totally fine from here," he managed to say.

"Okies. Same pose? With dirty soles?"

Hal nodded and laughed nervously.

Cody resumed the special pose again, kicking up her feet and arching them. She pointed her toes hard and her mouth opened. "Unh," she went softly.

Her mini skirt's hem popped up a bit above her cheeks for a second time. Hal hesitated. But clicked.

He snapped five more shots in the silence that followed. Cody rearranged her feet. Her toes pointed, and she let out another "unh."

"I think this is your favorite pose," she said.

Hal was caught guard off guard. "Huh?"

"This pose," she giggled.

"Y-yes, I do," he stammered.

Cody rearranged her bare feet again, the toes pointing.

"Unh," she went, as they pointed.

Hal clicked again, and breathed deeply.

Cody relaxed her feet and brought her legs back down. "Let's try another pose before my feet cramp," she said. She posed on the bed and tucked her legs to one side, keeping her toes pointed. Through the viewfinder his eyes traced her legs, starting at her taut, quivering bare toes. They moved along her arched feet and wrinkled soles, up her calves to behind her knees and finally across her smooth, bare thighs to where they met the hem of her short, short mini skirt,which teased with a hint of swelling butt cheeks. Hal's hands trembled as he took the photos. He realized he could almost see up the back of her mini skirt.

Cody then went back to kneeling on the bed. She walked forward on her hands until she was posing on all fours. Hal couldn't see around behind her, but he knew that if he could, he'd be able to see just what was going on beneath her mini.

Cody kicked up a leg and pointed her toes. Hal clicked. Then she kicked up both legs. It looked so good. She held the pose for a few moments, her muscles trembling with the effort to hold her balance, before she collapsed onto her stomach, laughing. "I could only hold that for so long," she said. "Did you like it?"

Hal laughed, which helped ease the trembling. "Yes, yes, I liked that a lot!"

Cody rested for a bit, catching her breath. "I hope you're getting good stuff," she said. She flopped her forehead into the mattress, her tousled hair crumpling up. Her shoulders moved up and down with each breath.

"I am," he said. "And since you're on your stomach, can you do more of the cheesecake pose?" His face flushed hot and red.

Cody snapped her head in his direction, peering out at him intently from between her bunched-up hair. Then she smiled at him slyly. "Yeah, you really do like that pose, don't you?" she whispered.

Hal looked down, embarrassed. His face burned.

"Uh. Yeah," he mumbled. "I like how you do it."

Cody kicked up her bare feet once more and pointed her toes for him. Her feet arched, her dirty bare soles wrinkled.

"Unh," she went. "Unh."

Hal clicked. Cody shifted her feet, pointed her toes. Her soles furrowed.

"Unh?"

Hal clicked.

She relaxed her toes. Crossed her ankles. Pulled her feet forward towards her head and pointed her toes.

"Unh?"

Click.

"Alright," said Hal, "what about a new spot?"

"Sure, where?"

"What if you sat in that chair?"

Cody jumped off the bed and skipped over to the chair. Hal started shooting again.

First she sat on the chair, keeping her mini skirt brushed down, crossing her bare legs and pointing her bare toes. She crossed them first one way and then the other as Hal clicked, striking a new pose with each shot. Then she threw her legs over one arm of the chair and extended them outward, dabbling her pointed toes in the air. Hal continued shooting, his heart pounding. He could see a generous amount of cleavage with her flimsy blouse and remembered how her nipples had been showing through the light fabric earlier in the truck.

"Love..." Hal croaked.

She giggled, brought her legs back down and sat up in the chair.

Then it happened.

Cody might have been having a moment of inattention, or might have not realized how the pose would look as she drew her knees up towards her chest, keeping her bare toes pointed. For the first time since they'd met, Hal could see all the way up Cody's mini skirt.

Cody wasn't wearing anything underneath.

Hal paused. He looked through the viewfinder again. There it was. He could see Cody's bare labia. Her clitoral hood was very pronounced. There was a glistening. Hal took the photo without thinking. She brought her knees down and the view was gone. Hal took two more, but it was too much.

"I... I have to sit down a moment," he said hoarsely.

Cody's face went from supermodel to concerned in a split second. She hurried over to him as he sat down heavily on the edge of his bed. She kneeled by his side.

"Hal! What's wrong? What's wrong?"

She took the camera from him and placed it on his nightstand while he sat numbly, staring at the carpet.

"I'll... be okay. I'm fine, really," he said. "Just winded."

"Gosh maybe you should rest. You've had a long day. We both have," she said and stroked his arm. Hal soaked up every second it as her soft hand rubbed up and down soothingly. Hal nodded like a lovestruck teenager.

"Yeah," he said faintly.

"Awe," she said, standing up. "You're a sweetheart. You're like a daddy. I wanna give you a hug." She wrapped her arms around Hal. He found his cheek pressed against her soft cleavage. He instinctively reached his arms out to embrace her back, awkwardly. One arm wrapped around the small of her back, which was bare because her blouse was tied up. The other wrapped around her bum overtop of her skirt. Realizing that might not be the best place, he slid the second arm down and felt it wrap around her cool, soft, bare thighs. Knowing his arm was an inch below her bare cheeks did not calm down his heart.

"Omigosh," she whispered, "you're trembling!"

"S-sorry," he mumbled.

"Sssh, it's ok," she whispered, as they held the embrace. "Sssh." Hal tried to calm his body down.

"I'm tired too," she whispered again. "I want to wash my dirty feet and go to bed."

"Yeah," said Hal quietly.

"Do you have a t-shirt I could borrow?" she asked shyly.

Hal blinked. "Uh, yeah. Yeah. Sure," he said. He broke the embrace and reached for his bag. He pulled out a clean, white tank top which he rarely wore because it had become too small for him. She took the top and disappeared into the washroom, closing the door and locking it. Hal decided that this was his cue to change and get into his bed. He stripped down to his customary boxers, and noted, as if in a fog, that he had leaked a fair amount into his shorts. He was also still very hard. Harder than he'd been in a long time. Every twitch of his hard penis sent a current through him as it rubbed against his boxers. Hal shifted, causing the wet tip to pop out. He gasped at the jolt of pleasure. He glanced at the bathroom door and then quickly climbed into bed, under the covers, to hide it.

He lay on his side, and listened to Cody running the water in the bathroom. Most of his nights were spent in the sleeper cab and he rarely slept in motels anymore. It was doubly strange that he was sharing it with a cute, 18-year old girl who seemed to own no underwear whatsoever. His hand snaked out and grabbed the camera. He had to look at the shot he took. To see if it was really true. And it was. Hal could see what Cody's pussy looked like. He heard her turn off the shower, and he quickly shut off the camera and put it back on his nightstand.
Cody emerged from the washroom a minute later, wearing Hal's tank top. It came down to about two inches below her bum. She had washed her mini skirt and blouse in the sink and hung them to dry in the shower. She kept the tank top firmly pulled down further with one hand while walking around the room and shutting off the lights before slipping quickly into her bed.

Hal lay still, facing away from Cody, staring at the radiator under the front window. The lights of the parking lot crept sodium-yellow into the room, contrasting with the dark blue shadows. The sound of the interstate traffic faintly trickled through the radiator. All was quiet.

"Hal?" she softly whispered.

Hal slowly turned over to his other side, facing her. She'd been watching him.

"Mm hmm?"

"Do you ever get lonely?" she whispered.

Hal gazed at her and didn't say anything for a while.

"Sometimes," he said cautiously. "Why?"

She was quiet. They looked at each other, until Hal's gaze faltered.

"I've been lonely since I was five," she finally whispered.

"Why?" he asked.

Her eyes wandered around the room and then back to Hal.

"My father left our home suddenly when I was six," she said.

Hal nodded slowly. "You... miss him."

"Yeah," she said, nodding back. "But I couldn't wait to get away from my mom."

"I'm sorry to hear that," he said. Cody half-shrugged and didn't reply. They lay in silence for another minute.

"Thanks for helping me learn photography. Thanks for posing for me," he said.

"You're welcome," she said. "Sorry my outfit is so raggedy."

"Raggedy?"

Cody shrugged. "Yeah. Raggedy. I've never worn a skirt like that before."

"Well, your skirt looks great on you! Really, it does."

"I've never worn a mini skirt. It felt open and exposed."

"And you were in bare feet a lot today." Hal couldn't help it.

"Yeah, I was. Bare legs n' bare feet with a short skirt."

Hal's penis began to swell again.

"It was windy, too," he ventured, looking for her to confirm what he'd seen.

"Yeah, it was windy. I had to be so careful the wind didn't flip my skirt up."

"Did that happen?"

"Yup, lots of times. And lots of people tried to look up my skirt."

"Wow..."

"Yeah. Right from the moment I first slipped it on at the hostel. Guys were trying to see up my skirt on the stairs and stuff."

Hal's penis was bursting. "Do you think anyone saw up your skirt?"

"I don't know if anyone saw up my skirt but I wasn't looking at them anyway. I was too embarrassed."

"Oh," said Hal, hoarsely. They lay there in the darkness for another few moments.

"Why? Did you see up my skirt?" she suddenly asked.

Hal froze. "No. No." He laughed nervously. "Why do you ask?"

"Nothing, no reason," she said quickly.

Hal nodded slowly. Another minute passed while he fought down the urge to massage his penis.

"I usually get up early. Usually around six," he finally said.

"Okay. That's fine. Anytime is good."

"I'll get up first," he said.

"Okay. Goodnight Hal."

"Goodnight, Cody."

Her eyebrows arched. "What did you call me?"

Hal paused.

"Goodnight, Princess."

Cody smiled shyly.
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