I was so angry with myself as I drove down the road. I sure hadn't been thinking straight this morning. I had sat down at the computer to hammer out another erotic story and I didn't think I'd have the problem I had now. Usually my husband is home to take care of the after-effects of one of my stories, but today he had gone fishing, and now here I was. I was almost 2 hours away from my home, trying to ignore my frustrated body, my wet bikini bottoms and the fact that I was horny, and needed him right now. I had decided to drive for awhile to distract myself, seeing as I wanted the real thing between my legs, and not some toy. Finally I looked up and decided I'd better get back home and edit the piece, so when my husband got home he could take care of the job. I turned my car around in the driveway of an old, run down and abandoned home, then proceeded to head back the way I'd come.
I guess I was about half an hour into my return trip when I noticed these two young gentlemen hanging out on the front porch of a nice log cabin home. I slowed my car down and let my eyes take in a pair of bare-skinned chests and tight jeans. I knew they had seen my car slow and had noticed me, or they had noticed my red and black 1969 Chevelle SS Convertible. Either way I didn't care; I needed relief and I needed it fast. My bikini bottoms were still damp inside my shorts and I could still smell the musky aroma of my sex. Pulling into their drive, I slid my car into park and stepped out. I knew I had their interest. It had been a hot day at home and I hadn't bothered to toss on a top over my bikini. The shorts I had slipped over the bottoms were very short and tight. I knew I looked good enough to eat, and that is what I wanted.
I walked around the front of the car, chuckling to myself as they noticed first the car and then me. "Can we help you out?" the blonde asked, after running his eyes along the sides of my car, then taking his sweet time to admire my legs, crotch and large breasts. I think he may have had blue eyes. I really can't remember if he even looked at my eyes, but again, I didn't care. I had mine fixed on his crotch, and wanted so badly to see what was under those jeans. The brunette walked up behind his buddy and looked over at me, and he too offered his assistance. I told them I was lost and gave them the name of a town that was 30 minutes south of where I actually lived. No reason to get these two so excited they may come looking for me! I just wanted to get laid real bad. I didn't want a constant boy toy while my husband was away. They proceeded to tell me how to get where I needed to go, and I proceeded to act dumb. I told them I'd pull out a map and they could show me where I needed to head. I made sure I bent over real well as they ogled my ass, as my shorts rode high up my cheeks. I knew they enjoyed what they were looking at, because I heard the murmurs of approval that I wasn't meant to hear.
I handed the map over to the blonde and went to work caressing the other gentleman with my eyes. I knew the blonde was interested in what I had to offer, but I had to make sure to snag his friend. I had decided when I saw them, I wanted to have them both against me. I let my eyes stroke his cock, and ran my tongue across my lips, then over my teeth. I placed my finger at my mouth and slowly dipped it inside to suck on the tip, as I made sure his eyes kept contact with mine. I saw his face redden and I knew I had perked more then his interest. Sliding up next to the blonde, who had my map spread out over the hood of my car, I let my arm brush his as I carefully pretended to follow the route back home. Smiling up at his eyes, though his were looking at the curves of my breast, I pressed my head closer to his, letting my breath caress his skin. He shifted slightly, so his arm would rub against my breast, and I let a little moan of encouragement escape out. Turning to the brunette, I asked if it the two of them would mind if we went inside and wrote all these directions down on paper.
Now, at this statement, I didn't quite get the reaction I was expecting. It was obvious by the growth in their jeans that these men wanted me, and were more than willing to satisfy my primal urge. I did notice how their manner changed, and I was curious as to why. I followed them into the log cabin home, letting my eyes take in their tight asses, just begging for me to grasp them as they took turns slamming into me. I could feel my pussy getting as wet as it had been earlier, as I stepped across the threshold of their house. I let my eyes take stock of my surroundings. I noticed the well-decorated home. There was not really much of a feminine touch to it, but more of a masculine feel. I was curious as to the situation of the two men, but really didn't want to pry too much into their personal life, since I wasn't planning on coming back. There was a door off to the right of the dining room, and I saw that it was open, a bed peeking out from inside it. I waited for a brief moment while the blonde ran upstairs, for what I assumed was paper and pen. I let my eyes slide back to the brunette, and once more let them roam across his bulging jeans. It was then that I heard a rustle from the room to my left. Turning, I looked at the form of a sleeping man lying on the couch. 'Ahhh,' I thought to myself, 'That is why they didn't want me inside.'
I saw the man asleep, and shrugged my shoulders. He wasn't a bad looking man at all; obviously older then the other two, but not old enough to be their dad; maybe an uncle or close friend. Well, he was asleep and I really didn't want my plans to be spoiled, so I pressed up close to the brunette while I heard the blonde coming down the stairs. "Why don't we move into one of the other rooms?" I asked, angling my head towards the dining area. "That way we won't wake up your friend. I'm sure you wouldn't mind. Would you?" I let my voice take on a sound that would not be easy to ignore, as I hooked my arm through his. He led me into the dining room and offered me a seat. I declined, setting both my elbows on the table, and resting my chin in my palms. I slowly let my fingers play with my lips, as both men stammered out directions from opposite side of the table. I could tell they were frustrated and unsure of how to handle the situation of getting me to stay. I, too, was growing more frustrated, so finally I reached out and caressed the blonde's hands. "You both know I really don't need directions. Don't you?" I watched them look at each other and back to me.
"What do you need ma'am?" the blonde asked me. His eyes dipped low, staring at one nipple and then the next. His face reddened as I took the opportunity to press my arms into the sides of my breasts, and squeezed them together.