The Return

The Return

By: Feenix

The Tuesday sun was a spiteful thing -- pouring through the wide-open warehouse doors like it had a grudge. Callie tugged at the bottom hem of her tee, feeling it cling a little too snug across her damp lower back. Her purple leggings were starting to feel like a second skin, and her ponytail was turning traitor by the minute -- little wisps of auburn hair curling free to stick to the nape of her neck.

It was already a day. The call came in on her cell. Another unexpected delivery.

Jody had been polite when he rolled up in the big rig, his voice low and easy, with that Southern drawl that wrapped around her like molasses. He stayed mostly quiet while she cut open the ruined packaging - bent over in front of him, unpacking the damaged pallet like it was her full-time job and not a sudden overtime request from hell.

The minutes dragged. If she was hot, he had to be sweltering. She offered to let him step inside the office and cool off in the AC. He refused. "If you're out here, I'm out here," he'd said, low and matter-of-fact, not even taking off his sunglasses. She hadn't had much time to think much about it then - too busy calling the manufacturer, leaving voicemails, unpacking and repacking the same pallet twice in under 30 minutes.

But at some point... she had started to feel him watching her.

The sun had made her sweat. The effort had made her pant. And Jody? Jody had made her... aware.

Something in the way he stood -- muscular arms crossed, weight leaned casual against the edge of the warehouse door -- like he wasn't in a rush. Like he could watch her all day.

When he'd asked if he could run his last few deliveries and double back for the pallet tomorrow, she'd agreed. It was still early afternoon and she didn't want to keep him out on his run late. Her hands had still been on her hips, breath still short, sweat lining her collarbone as she walked him out of the warehouse.

"I'll let dispatch know there needs to be a return trip," he'd said before leaving.

She agreed.

And now, she was alone in the warehouse again, wrapping that damn pallet one final time. Her body moved through the motions, but her thoughts were elsewhere -- replaying their small talk, the slight rasp in his voice when he'd said he was from Valdosta, the quiet approval in the way he'd said her name.

Callie. Like honey over gravel.

The next day, Callie donned a comfy outfit of black joggers, a tight white tank, and denim cover with her sneakers. She didn't know what was coming into the warehouse. She wanted to be prepared but still look cute while doing it just in case he came back to get the pallet.

Around 9:00AM she texted Jody.

Callie: "Good morning! Have you heard anything from dispatch about the pickup of this unit?

912-381-5190:"I should know something around lunchtime" He responded.

Callie: "10-4 Thank you" she texted back.

Around 10:15am she heard the familiar low rumble of a semi-truck pulling up. Her warehouse neighbor had been getting a lot of deliveries lately, so she didn't think it was for her initially.

Callie set down her glasses and walked to the office window to see which truck it was. Sure enough, it was Jody!

Callie stared at her phone. Then at the truck. Then at the driver's door.

Her pulse kicked up a notch.

She darted to the bathroom, catching her reflection in the tiny mirror above the sink. Ponytail crooked. Lipstick gone. She did a smile and nose check - clear.

Goodness.

Her movements, frantic jolts.

Back to her desk. Dug out the emergency perfume -- behind ears, between thighs. Smeared on some chap stick she didn't even like.

When she heard the bang of the truck against the loading dock, she cursed under her breath and forced herself to pull it together.

The driver's door opened. A familiar face and body exited the cab.

Callie didn't know how to react. She didn't think she was actually going to see him again! She would have volunteered to wrap that pallet 10 more times if that were the case though.

Callie kept it professional - helping him load the pallet with steady hands and a calm voice. She did shoot him a few teasing glances, and some Mona Lisa-smiles as they worked. Enough to fan the flame.

But... Jody's eyes -- still hidden behind dark sunglasses -- drank her in.

She didn't see the way his chest rose and fell a little faster. Nor could she hear the string of curses he was letting loose in his mind as he held himself back when he caught a whiff of her perfume. She couldn't see the restraint it took him not to pin her to the wall of the trailer and kiss every ounce of it off her skin.

He had to get out of there! Jody told himself.

Her scent. Her voice. The way her hips moved when she walked past him in the trailer. If he stayed much longer, he was going to lose his grip.

Jody closed the trailer door with a flustered bang. Busying his hands by adjusting his hat.

"Will I get any kind of paperwork or slip that shows this unit was sent back?" Callie asked him.

"Text me your email and I will get it sent over to dispatch." He replied quickly, not wanting to tempt fate by looking her direction.

Callie nodded, ducked back into the office to grab her phone, and sent it. She came back outside just as he was climbing into the cab. Callie held up her phone for confirmation.

Thumbs up.

She smiled. Waved. Walked back into the office, already kicking herself for not saying more.

"Well, you really blew it with him, Cals." She muttered to herself, closing the door behind her.

She thought that would be the end of it.

The day moved along quickly but around 1pm, she received a text from an unsaved number.

229-412-6530: "Hey its J, dispatch should send you an email soon I just got a hold of them."

Callie: "Ok great, Thanks!" Callie responded, but knowing she saved his number from before in her phone, she added. "This is a different number than the one from yesterday, which do I need to save?"

229-412-6530: "Save this one I will answer it, text me if you need anything."

Callie: "Noted. I'll try not to abuse the privilege ????"

Jody: "Its ok I don't mind"

Callie: "Very well then, consider it saved."

Callie's heart exploded in her chest! He had just given her permission to text him, basically asked her to, without asking her to. She hadn't completely blown it!

It had only been two days since they met, but Callie's heart jumped every time her phone went off the next morning. She didn't want to text him first and come off too eager, but she wanted to hear from him so badly. Finally, around 10am, his name lit up her screen.

Jody: "Do you have SnapChat?"

Callie: "No, I'm a minimal social girlie."

Callie: "Why"

Jody: "'Cause they monitor my texts - makin' sure I'm not on the phone while drivin', but I can Snap."

Another invitation - a green light. Callie's heart hammered, she couldn't install and sign up for SnapChat fast enough. Still, she had to play it cool. No way she was letting on just how much this man had her acting like a schoolgirl in heat.

Callie: "Very well, you convinced me. ???? Installing now."

Callie learned quickly about Snap Chat and tried to find him on there. She couldn't but sent him her screen name and left the ball in his court. If he truly wanted to connect with her on Snap, he would make the effort.

The rest of the day blurred by - work, noise, distraction - but no Snaps, no follow-up, no texts. She almost gave up hope... until she remembered: she'd left the ball in his court. And if he really wanted her, he'd play. Callie pushed Jody out of her mind and went through the motions of her evening. During her shower though her mind drifted back to that first day. To the way he looked leaned against the warehouse door. To the low timbre of his voice that drawled and dripped in her ears. The memory stirred something deep. She let it build - slowly, lazily - until the water turned cold and jolted her from her reverie. Still breathless. Still tingling.

It was Friday morning, Callie put extra effort into her outfit, hair and makeup. It wasn't like he was going to show up again today, but just in case she wanted to look extra cute. Before 9 AM her phone pinged. A text from an unsaved number.

229-451-6846: Hey its J, ended up gettin' a new phone.

Was this him? Had he texted her back first? She added this number to his contact info in her phone then responded.

Callie: You got my head spinning trying to keep track of all these numbers and SC things... they aren't gonna track this phone too?

Jody: I know lol I'm sorry and I don't have to give 'em this number lol

Callie: Lol Well just promise to keep both hands on the wheel ????

No response... Did she take it too far? Callie worried. No response turned into 20 mins of no response, if he was at a stop, he would have responded by now... Ugh she hated this part. The questioning and the fear. Callie decided to break the ice.

Callie: So... I just gotta know... what do you jam out to on the road?

Jody: Katy Perry for sure

He responded quickly.

What?! That was out of left field and not the answer Callie was expecting from this South Georgia trucker. She didn't know if he was messing with her, or serious? So, she decided to play along.

Callie: Okay! ????, but are we talking California Gurls or full-on Roar mode? What's the vibe today.

Jody: In between Roar and I kissed a girl ????

Callie: Ah nice! Did you like it lol

Jody: I did and her cherry chap stick ????

Jody: Wbu and your jammin' material

Jody: Let me guess Taylor Swift

Callie: Can't say she doesn't sneak into one of my playlists, every now and then... ????but... She is in good company with Alabama, Chris Stapleton, Culture Club, Rick Springfield, Adele, Teddy Swims, Disturbed and Connor Price.

Jody: I'm not too picky, I will listen to just about anythin' includin' the Backstreet Boyz ????

Callie: So, what do you do when you aren't behind the wheel?

Jody: Just work and "try" to stay out of trouble

Callie: "Try" huh?!? What kind of trouble are we talkin'?

Jody: It's a secret ????

Callie: Very well then... keep your secrets, I'll tease it out of you eventually ????

Callie:... perhaps on your next delivery?

Jody: A little teasing never hurt ????

Callie: Good. Because I am just getting started. ????

The tension was palpable. The heat rising. She loved the way he teased her back. Callie sat on the edge of her chair waiting to see how he would respond to her last message.

Jody: It sounds like it ????

Their snap banter flew back and forth all day, even that evening when Callie lounged in her tub, full of hot water and bubbles, she couldn't help but think of him. He must have felt it too, because her phone dinged - a new Snap.

Jody: Could be in Tally tomorrow.

Her lips curled into a smile.

Callie: Interesting... ????

Callie: Work or pleasure?

Jody: I meant Monday ????

Callie: Ah! I'll be out Mon and Tues ????

Jody: Ok. If I'm there later this week maybe I could stop by -- if u wanted.

Callie: You gonna fake a delivery just to see me?

Jody: I get a few min break when I have time ????

Callie: We'll have to see if it works out then... I wouldn't mind if it does ????

Jody: I mean, I don't wanna get you in trouble of course ????

Callie: Of course you wouldn't... ???? How Gentlemanly. Guess that means I gotta follow the rules too ????????

Jody: I get the feelin' being bad is somethin' you're good at ????

Callie: Am I that easy to read?!? Damn, gotta work on that ????

Jody: ???? Milf'n ain't easy ???? Seen that on a bumper sticker once ????

Callie laughed -- out loud, alone in the bathroom. Her skin warmed from more than just the water.

She took a photo. Legs submerged in bubbles. Caption: Milf self-care.

Jody: Yikes. Soapy bath pics are my kryptonite ????????

Callie: Tub's big enough for two... ????

Jody: Need me to bathe you? 'Cause I will ????

She pushed further. Another photo. Wet hair, flushed cheeks, loofah covering her chest. The bubbles peeked over the edge of the tub. Caption: Wish you were this loofah rn ????????

Callie: So... what would you bathe first? My neck... or my lips?

Jody: Neck. Then, make my way to lips. Both sets ????

Callie: Short, shaky breath. Back arching. Soft moan. Toes curling.

Jody: Light kisses... inside your thighs ????‍????

Callie: Oh Man... ???????? Had to let that play out in my mind for a bit ????

Jody: Flip you over. Eat you from the back ????????

Callie: F**k... You're gonna have me dripping down my thighs before I even get a chance to turn the tables... and show you how much of you I can take.

Jody: Easy... or I'll cum before I'm even inside.

Callie: Before I slide it in my mouth... slow and deep... feel your thickness stretch the back of my throat. Tongue curling, lips tight, hand stroking. I won't stop 'til you're pulsing.

Then I'll swallow every drop. Look up at you. Lick my lips. And send you on to your next delivery ????????

There was a pause.

Then a Snap.

His hand. His cock. Hard, thick, huge.

Callie's breath caught. It wasn't what she expected -- and yet it was exactly what she needed.

Callie: Did I do that? ????

Jody: I'm afraid you did ????‍????

Callie: Just giving you a preview... of how good I am at being bad ????

Jody: You're fucking great at it.

Callie: I'm just getting started... but I've gotta crash. Early morning plans. We'll have to pick this up later ????

Jody: ???? Night

Callie: Night ????

It was nearly midnight. The bathwater had long gone cold -- but her skin still burned.

She didn't want it to end.

She wanted more.

Callie stayed on Jody's mind all weekend as he replayed and reread her chats over and over again. Friday night when she had to finally sign off, Jody finished himself off rereading her chats and especially about the blowjob she detailed out for him. Man, she was good with her words. His imagination didn't have to work too hard that night. He pictured her blue eyes and recalled her intoxicating perfume. He had already been on the edge, so it didn't take long to finish. The release was strong and more intense than he had experienced in a long time, so intense he laughed to himself - dopamine flooding his body. Fuck. What was it about this woman that affected him so deeply? Deeply. He had to be careful with that word now, because all he could think about was how deeply he wanted to be inside her. Never had a woman worked her way so quickly into his soul as Callie did. She was the perfect mix of teasing, wit, charm, sass, and confidence all bundled up in leggings and warehouse dirt. She was any country boy's dream. It was nearly 1am when he had finally emerged from the shower and climbed into bed.

No sooner had she walked into the warehouse Monday morning, when her phone pinged.

Jody: What's up troublemaker? ????

Already snapping her. This was a good sign! Callie thought, as she set her bag down on her desk.

Every Snap she sent only fueled him more, the passion and tension growing as the week progressed. Jody had never realized how lonely the cab felt before, but Callie's snaps made him feel like she was right there with him. He kept trying to get another route to Tally, to see her again, but they kept getting assigned to other drivers. He didn't want to lose her, or the longing he felt to be near her again. To take in her scent. To feel her hair run between his fingers. To experience her tongue on his skin and around his cock. To bury himself slowly and fully inside her. The thought alone caused a burning to run through his body from head to toe, a pleasurable shiver to creep down his spine, and his cock to throb. It had been difficult working half hard the past week. Her snaps were the fire to his dynamite, and he feared at any moment he might explode. She sent sneak peeks of her lace underwear each day, asking him what his favorite color was, then wearing it the next day - pink, black, green, blue. He loved the subtle submission she gave to him by wearing the color he requested. It had been nearly 2 weeks since their first meeting and he grew tired of edging each day, he needed her.

He had not had his normal weekday off day, so he knew he would be getting one soon. If he couldn't get a delivery route down there, and had to drive his own truck down there, he was going to see her! He couldn't wait any longer. He wanted to lay out some bait though and see if she bit. She had been such a good girl so far subtly following his directions, so he snapped her.

Jody: You know what I would love to see you in most?? ????

Callie: Tell me! ????

Jody: A sundress! ????

He dropped his bait as casually as possible.

Callie: As you wish ????

Her Princess Bride reference was subtle and cute, and told Jody everything he needed to know.

On Wednesday, Jody's alarm went off at 6am as usual. He got up, showered, and put on his uniform. She wouldn't be at the warehouse until 8am, but he wanted to snap her right then. She had him - mind and body and he didn't want to escape. As he loaded up in his truck to head to the terminal, he shot a dart prayer up asking for a Tally route today.

That morning Callie had a gut feeling: today would be the day! She showered, making sure to shave her legs and wash her hair. She took extra time styling it and putting on her makeup before walking into her closet, past her jeans and blouses and to the row of dresses hanging in the back. He had said he would love to see her in a sundress... She kicked herself for even thinking of wearing it but then smiled. She loved seeing his happy reactions to her subtle obedience. This would be the ultimate act of submission, but she loved it! She chose her favorite baby blue sundress. To top it off she wore her brown cowboy boots. If she wanted to catch a South-Georgia trucker, this dress and boot combo was going to be it. The dress hung off her just right and accentuated her curves in all the right places. She felt like a country goddess and walked slowly - like the air bent around her. Everything felt electric that morning as she drove to the warehouse and she soaked it up. It was just an average Wednesday, but little did she know how non average it was about to become.

Jody pulled into the terminal, parked his truck and moved through the motions, until the clipboard of his route was handed to him, and his 4th stop was in Tally! He couldn't help but grin and tip his head back to look up at the sky, mouthing the words "Thank you" before nearly running toward the rig. He had never been more excited to hop in the cab! His head spun and heart raced, unable to tell if it was nerves or excitement. His first snap went out just after 8:15.

Jody: What would you say if I had a route that took me to Tally today? ???? ????

Callie: I would say... what time will you be here cowboy? ????????

Jody: Not soon enough ????

He chatted back, pulling out of the terminal yard and onto his first stop before heading toward the state line.

Callie sat behind her warehouse computer. The bang of a truck against the dock raised her eyes from the screen. The truck hissed as it braked. The warehouse door rattled.

And then...

Jody walked in.

Still in the red-and-black uniform. Sunglasses still on. Hat low. His posture hadn't changed -- still deliberate, still slow, still confident in the way only someone who knows he's being watched can be.

He didn't speak.

Didn't smile.

Just walked -- like gravity had chosen him -- until he was standing directly in front of her.

He pulled off his sunglasses. Looked at her -- really looked. His blue eyes were as deep and lusty as the sea. And in that breathless, weightless second, Callie knew that the tension between them wasn't imagined. It wasn't flirtation. It wasn't small talk.

It was inevitable.

Jody's hand rose to brush her jaw, fingers dragging along her cheek like he couldn't help it. His thumb paused on her bottom lip, touching the remainder of the lipstick she applied that morning. Callie rose slowly from her office chair, led by Jody's hand gently under her chin.

"You wore that for me?" he said, eyes glancing her up and down, referring to the baby blue sundress she wore, voice a low rasp that felt like it belonged in a bedroom. He twirled her in a slow circle so he could admire her and the dress she wore for him from every angle.

Callie's cheeks flushed red. "I--"

He cut her off with a kiss.

Not soft.

Not slow.

His mouth found hers like it had waited through every snap and text, every delay, every mile of hot asphalt to get to this moment. His hands slid around her waist, pulling her into him so fast her boots slid across the concrete. He was solid, sun-warmed, and smelled faintly of diesel and sweat and something sharper -- urgency.

Callie kissed him back. Hard.

He tasted like peppermint gum and danger.

Callie caught fistfuls of his shirt and pulled him closer like she'd been starved - and maybe she had.

Their mouths collided with the force of held-back hours. She barely registered the thump of her back against the cool metal wall before his hand slid under her skirt, found bare skin, and traced it like a man memorizing a map.

"Here?" she whispered between kisses, eyes darting around the warehouse, already breathless.

"Don't care, if you don't," he muttered, lips dragging down her throat. "Been thinkin' about you in those damn leggings since you bent over that pallet."

Her knees almost gave out. She hadn't felt such desire in a man's words before.

"I can wash my dress." Callie said casually with a hint of daring.

Jody pulled away quickly from the kisses he had been leaving on her neck, looking at the desire brimming in her eyes. She had just given him approval to go further, and he wasn't going to miss the opportunity.

They didn't make it to the office.

Didn't need to.

The warehouse was empty. Echoing. Private. The hum of the fluorescent lights buzzed like a live wire above them.

Jody didn't undress her -- he unwrapped her, like she was a gift he'd waited too long to open. He slid her dress up to her hips, pushed the sleeves down her arms, then hooked his thumbs into the sides of her panties and slowly pulled them down to her ankles and when his mouth found her again -- lower this time -- it was reverent and wicked and southern all at once.

"Say my name," he rasped against her skin.

"Jody--"

"Mm." He kissed lower. "Again."

She did. Again and again. Each time Jody moved lower. Until her voice broke.

When he finally stood up, he lifted her into his arms like she weighed nothing -- set her down on the warehouse desk, Callie's legs still wrapped tight around his waist as he placed his hand on her chest and leaned her back -- he didn't rush. He drove it home. Every thrust a confirmation of what they both knew when he first refused the AC and stayed sweating in the sun beside her.

This wasn't a passing flirtation.

This was combustion.

By the time he leaned over, pleasurably spent, breath catching in sync with hers, the warehouse felt different. Charged. Changed. Holy, even.

He sat her up, kissed her forehead.

Held her just a little longer.

Then leaned in, still panting, and whispered against her ear:

"Took my sweet time gettin' back to you... but I ain't leavin' again -- not 'til I've had you like this all over the damn warehouse."

Her breath caught in her throat, neck still humming from his warm whispers --and she knew without question: not a single thing was getting done the rest of the day.

"What are you waiting for?" Callie breathed back, daring and sensual.

A low, feral laugh vibrated through Jody's core. He had just claimed her, but she still wanted more, and he was about to deliver on his promise.

"Good... girl..." He drug the words out as his hand slid down her arm guiding her off the desk and through the doorway into the conference room.

With one flick of his wrist, he spun her across his body like a ballroom dancer and had her pinned against the conference room table.

Then he was inside her. No teasing. No warning. Just a hard, glorious stretch that made her cry out -- hips slamming, breath catching.

The table creaked beneath her. Her hands flattened against the wood, legs spread wide, back arching into every brutal, perfect thrust.

His grip was iron. His rhythm relentless.

"Yours," she gasped. "Jody, I'm -- I'm yours."

Wrapping his fingers into her hair, he pulled her up, other hand sliding over her throat -- firm, possessive. Not choking. Just claiming.

"You gonna cum again for me, Cals?" he rasped. "Let me claim you right here too?"

That did it. His questions pressed a button in her she didn't know existed. The release made her muscles clench and thighs shake. He held her as she fell apart, but didn't slow -- just pushed deeper, harder, until she felt every inch echo through her.

When he felt her quivering slow, he spun her again, lowering her to the carpet, laying her down like something sacred. Then he took her again -- slow now, deep, one hand in hers raised over her head, the other under her thigh. His eyes taking in every emotion as it crossed her face.

"I've been thinking about this," he said between thrusts. "Every. Damn. Night."

Her nails raked down his back. "Don't stop. Don't you dare."

He didn't.

Not until they were both wrecked -- tangled, spent, panting.

Callie lay beneath him, blinking up at the ceiling like it had answers. Her dress was bunched around her hips. Her entire body awakened, flushed.

Jody brushed her hair back and kissed her once more. Passionate yet slow. As if thanking her without words. Then he rolled over next to her on the floor of the conference room. Sweat beading on his forehead, breath still short.

"You okay?" he asked, voice soft now.

She nodded, dazed. "Better than okay," she said as she rolled over and placed her hand on his chest. They both lay there for a moment, breathing in sync, coming down from the precipice they had both just climbed.

He grinned. "Good. 'Cause it ain't gonna take this long between seein' you again."

"It better not." Callie said as she lay there, still reeling from the multiple orgasms he had just given her.

Jody hadn't just come back.

He'd returned -- and delivered everything he promised.

And Callie? She couldn't wait for his next visit.