It was after Holiday break and I was driving back to school from a family reunion in Tyler, TX. I had been driving about ten hours straight. I had decided to arrive at school a day early by not stopping to get a motel midway. I was on an old two lane short cut instead of using the Interstate to save a few hours driving. I love to wear a tight revealing sheer low-cut blouse, a hip- hugging miniskirt, and spiked high heels (with no bra or panties) when I drive for long periods of time. Dressed like this I was always able to give all the truckers a show and turn them on whenever I pass them on the road, when I stop at a truck stop to get gas, or when I pull over at a rest stop for a short break.
I was driving in a heavy snowstorm in Georgia down a long canyon when suddenly my lights started to dim and the engine soon started running rough. Next my lights went out and within ten minutes the engine died as I coasted to the shoulder of the road. I got out and opened the hood of the car but could see nothing as it was 6 pm and, in January, it was dark already. There was no traffic at all either direction for almost two hours since I unfortunately picked the wrong time to get off the Interstate. I was getting very cold and I was trembling badly when I spotted headlights coming down the canyon and I decided I had to stop them any way I could.
I got out wearing only my sheer blouse, tight miniskirt, and spiked high heels and stood in the middle of the road, waving my arms wildly. It was an RV with six men in their 30's returning from a hunting trip. They stopped and all of them jumped out of the RV with genuine concern in their eyes. I explained what had happened and the many hours I had been sitting there. They told me that we were in the middle of a major storm and many roads were closed. They had foolishly decided to ignore the road closure warnings and had set out for home themselves. They promptly rushed me into their RV so I could get warm and two guys said they would check out the car to see if they could figure out the problem. The driver pulled the RV onto the shoulder in front of my car while he waited for the other two to check out my vehicle.
As I walked onto their RV, Matt, the driver said, "Hon, you look like you need a strong drink and a nice hot shower to get rid of the chill."
I agreed and took several shots of straight Cabo Wabo tequila and one guy then led me back to the shower in the R.V. I was left alone, I quickly undressed, and entered the shower, feeling the hot water chase the chill out of my bones. As I cleansed myselfand slowly warmed up, I remembered the long lusty looks all six men had given me when I first stepped into their RV. As I started to feel like my hot-blooded self again in the hot
shower, I started to fantasize about having sex with all of them while I started fingering myself.
Obviously I did not realize that I was moaning a little too loud because, as I neared my climax, I heard a voice say, "You don't really need to do that yourself, you know!"
In the throes of my much-needed orgasm, I felt someone start to eat me out which only revved me up for another climax. I opened my eyes to see Robert's head between my legs while the other five guys hungrily stared at me through the open bathroom door.
