Slow Manoeuvres...by lilscout
Chapter 4
Callie looked in her driver's side mirror once again as she merged her big truck onto the interstate.
"Get over it. She's not coming after you!" she chastised herself.
Still, she touched her fingers lightly to her lips, recalling the brief moment of passion she had shared with the stunning blonde.
"Arizona..." Just saying the woman's name out loud caused an embarrassed smile to form on her lips. She couldn't help it. This person that she hardly knew had some how gotten inside of her head, and, she had to admit, her heart.
Even though they had agreed that it just couldn't work between them, Callie began to wonder if there was some way she could sweet talk her dispatcher into giving her a few runs into Seattle.
I know where she works, Callie thought. She couldn't be too hard to find. 'Course, that might classify as stalking...
"Come on Torres, stop daydreaming and move your ass!" she scolded herself. She turned up the volume on her CB, hoping the inane chatter would distract her from her clearly obvious delusion.
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Even though Arizona had Mark's directions to follow, she still got turned around twice trying to make her way back onto the interstate. Finally settled on the highway, she quickly brought the Jag up to 65mph, hoping to make up some ground on the object of her affection, and just maybe catch up to her before the truck stop.
Arizona had never really paid attention to large trucks before. They were big and slow, and somehow always in her way. Now she was slowing down beside every dark truck she saw, hoping it was her Calliope at the wheel. In return she got a few smiles, a few waves, and a few unwelcome gestures, all from unknown men.
"Man, that girl drives fast!" Arizona said out loud. Then it hit her that she was expected to be at work in the morning. Even if things didn't work out how she wanted them to tonight, there was still no way she could make it back in time to report for duty tomorrow. She reluctantly admitted she'd have to stop and find a pay phone somewhere, since her cell had yet to be charged. Pulling off into the next rest stop she saw, she fumbled in her wallet for loose change and walked over to the bank of pay phones up against the low building, beside the washrooms. She called the hospital and explained to Chief Webber that her car had broken down early in the morning, and that it had only been recently fixed. She told him there was no way she could make it to Seattle in time. He didn't need to know all the details. The Chief wasn't very pleased, but told her to get home as soon as she was safely able to.
She hung up the phone and headed into the washrooms. A rush of emotion greeted her as she thought about the very sensual kiss she shared with Callie, and she desperately wished the adorable brunette could be here with her now. She skirted around screaming kids and their equally frustrated moms to wash and dry her hands, then headed back outside into the heat, stopping to buy a Coke from the vending machine before hopping into her car and tearing off again down the long highway.
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Callie snaked her long vehicle around the many rows of parked and idling trucks, looking for an empty space. The lot had capacity for over 300 vehicles, but it had filled up quickly, and she was lucky to find a spot, even if it was near the back. Quieter, yes, but also a longer walk to the bathroom.
"Guys are so lucky," she grumbled to herself.
She backed up very slowly, since the driver she was beside hadn't done a very good job at parking, and was situated at a slight angle. Callie hit the parking brakes and shut off the engine. She gathered her small bag of toiletries, threw on her sunglasses, and made the lengthy walk across the vast parking lot to the crop of buildings. She usually hit the shower first, then dinner. Callie paid for her shower, gathered her free towel, and shuffled off down the hall and into her designated stall, locking the door behind her. She sat down in a huff. It had been quite a day. She was looking forward to a long soak under the hot cleansing spray of water.
She undressed quickly and turned the taps, getting it as hot as she could stand it. She stepped inside with her shampoo and conditioner, body wash and loofah. Her stiff muscles welcomed the intense heat as she lathered up, then rinsed out her long hair. She squeezed a generous amount of fruity smelling conditioner into her palm and massaged it into her dark locks.
Next, she squirted out some body wash onto the loofah and began to move it lightly across her tingling skin, thoughts of Arizona flooding back to her. She closed her eyes and rested her torso against the cool tile, one hand flat against the wall while the other slowly explored her own body. It had been a long time since she had been so turned on by someone. She moved the sponge across her soapy breasts and circled her taut nipples, her tongue darting out to lick at her warm lips. She reached behind and rubbed the sponge across her lower back and her firm ass, then brought her hand to her front again, dipping it between her thighs. She could feel her pulse quicken and her breathing become shallow. She was dripping wet, and not from the shower.
The loofah fell to the floor as Callie plunged her right hand inside her highly aroused core, using her index finger to swipe quick little circles around her firm clit while her left hand dropped to her breast and began to pull roughly at her nipple. Aware that she was moaning a little too loudly, but unable to stop herself and not really caring to, she called out Arizona's name, trying her best to imagine it was the blonde's fingers inside her right now, and not her own.
She came quickly, and rested both hands and her cheek against the hard tile, savouring the moment and allowing her breathing to return to normal. She quickly finished showering and rinsed the conditioner from her hair, then climbed out of the stall and turned off the taps. She dried and dressed, and slowly creaked open the door, hoping she hadn't attracted any unwelcome attention in the last several minutes. Finding only an empty hallway, she briskly stepped out and made her way back to the desk to return her towel, then headed over to the restaurant section for a very lonely dinner.
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At around 7pm Arizona pulled into the main parking area for cars at the Flying J. It was mostly empty, but she could see that wasn't the case with the truck section. She sat in her seat and surveyed the vehicles near the front, hoping to find Callie's right away, but expecting not to. Then she remembered what Mark had said about finding her in the restaurant at dinnertime. Arizona grabbed her purse, stepped out of her car and listened for the two high pitched 'beeps' as she remotely locked her doors. She headed across the gravel lot, making her way past the gas pumps and toward the main entrance.
She was a bit nervous, never having been to a truck stop before. She'd always assumed they were kind of rough and seedy. Walking in the door, she was pleasantly surprised. Inside it was vast and brightly lit. Up front was a shopping area, stocked with clothing and cd's and dvd's and lots of touristy trinkets. To her right looked to be an area selling items that the truckers might need, such as radios and mechanical parts, and to her left was a large section for convenience items such as pop and cigarettes. She surveyed all three areas briefly, just in case Callie might be found hanging around there. Having no luck, she moved forward towards what looked like the restaurant. She was greeted by a young woman at the host stand.
"How many in your party?" she asked sweetly.
Arizona shook her head. "Actually, I'm just looking for someone. Do you mind..." She trailed off, pointing toward the seating area.
The girl nodded at her and stepped aside, putting her stack of menus back down.
Arizona hesitated briefly, then took two steps forward and scanned the room. Lots of men, all shapes and sizes and colours. Sitting alone, sitting in groups. Eating quietly, laughing loudly. Some looked up to check out the pretty blonde, while others didn't even notice.
She found Callie right away. The long hair was a giveaway. She was sitting at the counter, head down, and looked dejected.
Arizona's heart heaved.
The stool on the right of Callie was unoccupied. Suddenly faced with the reality of the situation, Arizona realized she had no idea what she would say to the woman. How could she explain what she wanted when she didn't know herself. And, despite what Mark had said, she didn't really know what Callie wanted either. Arizona took a deep breath to steel her resolve, then walked up behind the gorgeous brunette, keenly aware this might be the moment of truth.
"Is this seat taken?"
A/N - Okay, I know I promised hot truck stop sex, but I won't get a chance to write for a couple of days, and since this was already done, I decided to separate the chapter. I hope you're not too disappointed ;)