Raven pulled into the gas station at the truck stop, because they had the cheapest gas. It was near the university, and on her way home. She wondered what she was going to do today as she got out of the car. Classes were over, she was off of work, and had the rest of the afternoon to herself.
The chilly rainy air outside made her shiver, and her nipples harden. It was freaking cold and humid thanks to the New Mexico monsoons. It had been hot and muggy earlier, and she had dressed for it. She hugged herself as she put her card in the machine, and started pumping gas.
A thin white shirt that barely fell over her small, perky tits was not cutting it. Her shorts were way too short and tight, showing some of her ass. She even felt the hole on her right ass cheek, a sexy little revelation of her smooth brown skin. Long black hair and exotic Hispanic features mixed with Native America made her as New Mexican as they came. Sandals glittered with fake bling, and her dark metal necklace matched her dark metal belt. Long tanned legs attracted the attention of truckers walking into the restaurant in front of the gas station. Some even whistled at her, but she ignored them.
Truckers were disgusting. Fat white Republicans, no doubt. Perverts, too, she was sure. What they would do with a young Hispanic college student was not something she thought much about, until she gassed up here.
She looked down at her white t-shirt, and realized it didn't help that her hard nipples were probably visible, as well as dark areolas. Oh well, let them have hard-ons.
Finishing up, she realized how hungry she was. And the smell of coffee in this rainy weather made her want to go inside. But she wasn't sure if she should.
"Fuck it," she told herself.
She parked at the front, where it began to rain harder. She got out and ran, and was shocked how drenched she got on the short trip to the front entrance. The restaurant was off to the left, and the gift shop and convenient store on the right, where she went.
"Well, hello," a big man said, looking her up and down.
His eyes fell on her tits. The rain had probably made her a contestant in the wet t-shirt contest. She stepped around him, not wanting to look him in the eye. But he moved and blocked her way.
"Now don't be rude..."
She punched him in the stomach, and then got around him. It gave her a thrill to be violent. Raven loved to fight. She loved it rough, too.
"Holy crap," the trucker grunted, and then began laughing. He looked back at her, and she could feel his eyes on her ass.
She glanced back to give him a dirty look.
He just smiled and shook his head. "Damn," he muttered. "Miss, you are one fine girl, and tough, too."
Another man joined him, also staring at her, and they both got to talking. Great, Raven thought. Now there are two of them. And like typical creeps, they just lingered from a distance and watched her. It made her feel uncomfortable. But she was a woman, too, and she felt desired and needed as well.
The two men were older, perhaps in their mid-thirties, and actually pretty handsome in a rugged, gritty kind of way. They looked clean, as if they had just come from the showers. Scruffy, but clean.
They kept trying to get her attention, winking and smiling, while she browsed the selves for what she wanted. She grabbed a bag of chips, a soda, and a candy-bar. Then she remembered that she had wanted coffee.
Suddenly, the two guys were on both sides of her.
"What the fuck?" she said loudly, turning to face one of the two. "You perverts going to try and do something?"
"Calm down, lady, holy shit," the second guy she had not punched said. "Is it a crime to want to talk to a pretty girl and offer to buy her dinner?"
Suddenly, her favorite motto she used with her numerous boyfriends came to mind. Feed me and fuck me, she would tell them.
She was about to tell him he was an old fart, and to go fuck himself ... but then she noticed the bulge in his pants. It was a huge bulge that went sideways past his pocket. She could not help but stare.
"See something you like, girl? Or you scared?" he asked her with a grin.
"I ain't scared of shit," she replied. "And I'm not interested in old men."
He failed to look rejected or disappointed as she had hoped. To him, this was a challenge.
"My name is Hammer," he said. "And this is my partner, Jack."
"Jack Hammer, how funny. Aren't their lot lizards you should be hunting for? Because I'm not one of them."
But that bulge kept attracting her attention, just as much as her wet t-shirt must have attracted his.
"Come on, dinner won't kill you. That shit you're gunna buy, now that will kill you. Jesus H. Christ, girl, don't eat that shit. We ain't gunna rape you. Just get a bite to eat and let's talk. It's raining like cats and dogs out there, ain't no time to be drivin anyway."
She turned and looked at the guy she had punched. She realized that it had probably not even hurt him. He pretended to scratch beneath his button shirt, revealing a very cut and muscular form. Holy shit, these guys were built.
"Sorry," she said all cheesy-like, shrugging.
"For what?" Jack asked, now knowing the name of the one she punched.
"For punching you. It's just you tried to block my way."
He shrugged, looking off at nothing, kind of shy.
"Well, make up for it, and let us buy you dinner."
* * *
She sat across from them at a booth, and ate the best chicken-fried steak she'd had in years. Greasy, meaty, and with added red chili to make it New Mexico style food. She loved it.
They started small talk as they all ate. Got to know each other a little. She told she was majoring in business management with a minor in political science. They were both divorced, and owned a fleet while driving together to test out new trucking software and work out bugs.
"It's hard to run a trucking business unless you're a trucker. Got to see it from their perspective to get a handle on it. So, that's that."
She could appreciate that. One of them started playing footsies with her beneath the table, but she wasn't sure who. It kind of gave her a thrill. But it was still kind of creepy. She had fucked many college guys, but not older guys.
"Okay, so thanks for the food. Now, I hope you're not expecting sex for this."
She meant it as a joke. But they took it literally.
"Why not?" Hammer asked. "I mean seriously, you're young, and horny, and interested. You just won't admit it. I know you want to check out my package. And we are older, so getting into a young thing like you is pretty darn pleasin."
