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I didn't need to ask Darren if he'd enjoyed watching me fuck his friend in front of him last night. We'd had sex five times until the early hours afterwards, I'd barely made my train back home. Darren couldn't keep his hands off me, it was around 6 am when we finally nodded off. My train hadn't departed until 3.30 pm, and I'd had to run to get on it. Despite all of this, I sat in the train carriage with a sexual tension running through me still.
It had been more of a turn on than I'd expected. I didn't know if it was because Darren was there in the room, or that he'd enjoyed it and not stopped me, or that it was totally spontaneous that my pussy was still tingling. Despite all the sex I'd had overnight, I still went to the train toilet and fingered myself to yet another orgasm.
I slept once I'd arrived home and unpacked. I slept soundly until my alarm went off the next morning for me to go to work. I'd had such a great weekend work was the last thing I wanted to do now, although I quite enjoy my job. I only had university lectures on Tuesdays and Thursdays, so I worked part-time in an office on Monday, Wednesday and Friday mornings. I got ready and went to my car. It wouldn't start. Damn. I quickly decided to get a taxi, and see if I could ring around some garages from work to get someone to come out to it.
The day went fairly quickly, even though I daydreamed a little about the weekend. I found a garage between my work and home, and the guy I spoke to said if I walked to the garage he'd drive me home, so he could look at it there and then. It was a glorious warm day so I agreed. The garage was on a different route to the way I nornally travelled home. I got there and a youngish man asked my name, and went into an office. He came back, confirmed my address, then said it'd had been arranged for my lift home. He went back and I thought he'd gone for the keys.
I looked around the cars parked there, trying to work out which one of them he drove before he returned. Someone coughed behind me, and I spun around. An older man was standing there now, pointing towards a pick-up truck.
"We're going in that?" I asked.
"Yes love, if I can't mend it I'm gonna have to bring it back here," he said.
I walked over, and realised the step up to the cab was a little higher than I'd anticipated. He stood behind me, and asked if I needed a hand getting up. I told him no, but he stayed behind me anyway. Probably because I was wearing a fairly short skirt and tights, I thought to myself. I was glad I'd changed to flat shoes from my heels I'd been wearing. He watched me struggle into the cab, and I'm sure he gave out a gasp as he tried desperately to look up my skirt, which had ridden up a little more as I'd climbed up.
The journey started off with him seemingly turning the wrong way, I told him my address again and he said this route would be longer but easier in the truck, wider roads to negotiate. He couldn't keep his eyes off my legs, and I also realised he was better looking than I'd first noticed. I pushed forward on the seat more and leant back, which made my skirt ride up more. I'm sure he spent more time looking at my legs than the road.
We got back to my house and I opened the bonnet for him, he started to look at the engine, turning the engine over every now and again. He couldn't find the fault, saying he thought it was the electrics. The car needed to go to the garage. I tried leaning over the bonnet myself to give him a good view of my arse, but that didn't change the outcome, he still wouldn't be able to fix it.
I managed to get a lift to Uni the next day, as it was the other side of town. As the weather report was for hot sunny days for a while, I decided I'd walk to work on Wednesday. Normally when I got home I'd change and go for a run, so I decided I'd take my running gear and run home from work instead. The route past the garage and where I'd been driven in the pick-up was quite scenic, and a slight gradient uphill, so I decided to run home that way instead.
I finished work and went to get changed in the toilets. I had on a pair of lycra shorts that reached to my knees, and a lycra crop top. I bundled my work clothes into a backpack, and set off home. The road past the garage was quite long and winding. There was only a footpath on one side, with large trees and bushed along its edge. I'd got earphones in listening to music, the leads pushed through my crop top to stop them bouncing around. I really needed to invest in some bluetooth earbuds.
Halfway up the hill I saw two men in hi-vis clothing walking towards me. I got closer to them and was slightly shocked at my reaction. At first glance it looked like smaller versions of Mike and Dave. They were both about sixty years old but both good looking for their age. As I approached them I could see them smiling and talking, both sets of eyes watching me go past. I turned and looked over my shoulder, to see they'd turned to watch me run up the hill.
I got home and something about them staring made me tingle inside. Maybe it had just been that they reminded me of two of the security guards I'd been fucked by recently. I found myself daydreaming that they'd took me into the trees by the side of the path and had both had me, and I fingered myself to orgasm in the shower.
While at university on Thursday I had a call to say my car was now fixed, and I picked it up on the way back. I was glad it was fixed, but had already decided to walk to work and run home again, if only to see if they were there again.
Friday came and it was time to finish work. I got changed, I'd selected the same running gear again. I fastened the straps of my backpack tighter so they were under my arms, and they pushed my breasts together also. I was running up the hill when I saw them in the distance, at around the same spot as previous. I'd learned a little trick at school, keeping the earphones in but stopping my phone playing music made people think I couldn't hear them, but I could really. I learnt easily with this trick who the school bitches were, and therefore who to ignore.
I did this now, and ran towards them.
"Fucking tits on it, I'd love my cock between them," one said as I approached. I ran between them through the gap they'd left me.
"Fucking arse is as nice, what I'd give to fuck her from behind," the other replied.
I smiled to myself as I ran up the hill away from them. I almost went back and asked them to take me into the trees, but knew I couldn't even look back as it would be obvious I'd heard them.
The weekend saw myself and Darren have our usual webchat. Darren told me how he'd been upset with me at first about Dean, but that quickly surprised how much it had turned him on seeing me fuck someone else in front of him. I asked him if it would count over webcam seeing as we were so far apart. He said it would be weird, but he wouldn't know unless we did so. I told him I'd plan something then, and he agreed with a big grin on his face.
I couldn't wait for Monday. I couldn't concentrate while I was there, I just wanted to finish work so I could start my run home. I worked myself up so much, getting overexcited. It would be just my luck not to see them. I needn't have worried, they were there as usual. As I saw them in the distance, I had to be brave to put my plan into place. This was going to hurt, but it needed to be done.
I ran to about a hundred feet away and pretented to trip, my knee hit the path and I put my hand out to stop my fall, my wrist grazing across the floor. I cried out in pain loudly, and sat up. I saw them start to run down towards me. I quickly pulled at the cut on my knee, forcing it to bleed more so it started to trickle down my leg. I'd loosened the thread of my shorts under the gusset before putting them on, enough for it to hold but loose enough to make a hole quickly. I pulled at that until a small hole appeared. I also always remove my underwear before jogging. I scratched at my wrist until it was bright red and looked worse than it was.
They got to me and asked if I was alright. In between my fake sobbing I said I thought I'd be okay, and tried to stand. I feigned my ankle hurting more than it was, and slid back down. One of them said my knee looked sore and needed wiping off, and I told him I'd some tissues in my backpack. He put in his hand, pulled out something white, then gasped as he realised he had my knickers in his hand instead.
"Ooops sorry, I always take my undies off while running so they don't rub," I said innocently.
The other man lifted my leg to look at my ankle, and noticed the hole in my gusset. He pushed my legs apart a little further than he needed to. The hole was small enough not to show too much, but big enough to keep him looking. He nodded to the one holding my undies, who also tried to peek at me.
They pulled me up into a standing position eventually, but I winced and cried out each time I put my 'poorly' ankle down. They asked how far away I lived, and I told them it was about five minutes away. They looked at each other and said they'd need to take me home, they couldn't leave me to try to walk home in that state. I smiled inside, my plan had worked.
They took it in turns to carry me up the road, both making sure they had a good grip of my arse as they held me to make sure I didn't fall to the floor. Despite their age they were both very strong. I asked one if it would be easier he he gave me a piggyback instead, he said we could try. His friend had to help me up, pushing on my arse to get me into position, his hands wandered to between my arse cheeks as he held me in position. I repaid the one carrying me by rubbing my nipples across the top of his back as i tried to find a comfortable position.
We got back to my house and I asked if they'd help me inside, and I'd thank them for their kindness. They looked at each other and they grinned. I knew what they were thinking, and they'd be correct.
They got me to the living room and sat me on the sofa, I asked them to lift me so I could try putting weight on my ankle again. I stood, and told them it felt a little better although still painful. I poured them both a drink while they sat on the sofa, said I needed the toilet, and hobbled out of the room. I went to my bedroom, got my laptop out, and called Darren.
"You know how you wanted me to have sex and let you watch over webcam? You still okay with that?" I asked him when he'd answered. He nodded in agreement.
"Do you have a couple of hours spare now then?"
"Well it just so happens that the others have all gone to a party so I'm all alone," he said excitedly.
I picked up the laptop and went downstairs. I'd been upstairs for about fifteen minutes, and entered the living room offering my apologies for being so long. They both looked a little puzzled when they saw the laptop.
