Iris walked into the smoky bar and immediately noticed the ratio of men to women was severely unbalanced. She only spotted a few other women while the number of men loitering drinking beer or playing pool was at least over 20. She flipped her long black hair over her shoulder and popped open an extra button on her blouse. Her car had broken down just yards from the sleazy bar so she figured she might as well try her luck and see if one of these brutes would help her out.
Iris was a beautiful, 26 year old woman working in an accounting firm. She was half-Asian which most men she'd encountered found to be completely attractive. She didn't have the "typical" small Asian woman's frame. Her breasts were more like her Caucasian mother's, a nice full c cup and round with rosy nipples that had a hare trigger. She could orgasm from tit stimulation alone. Her long, dark hair was one of her favorite features even though more people commented on her violet-colored eyes. Somehow her father's dark brown eyes and her mother's hazel blue/green eyes had made this amazing violet mixture that both she and her sister had. She looked at the bar and immediately her gaze fell on a man toward the end. He wasn't ogling her like the other men in the bar but he had noticed her presence. She smirked as she strode over to him; she loved the attention of men.
"Hi there, I know this is completely out of the ordinary but my car broke down and I'm just sort of stranded." She held up her useless cell phone to accentuate her point. She saw his eyes drop from her own down to her chest, right on cue as she leaned forward just a bit. She laid her hand on his knee, careful not to get too close to his thigh. "Do you think you could help me out?" With a tiny tilt of her head she became an official damsel in distress.
The man cleared his throat and stood up; he was a foot taller than Iris was and she took a moment to look him up and down. He had short brown hair but these gorgeous green eyes that lit up when he flashed a bright smile at her. "I'd be glad to help you..."
"Iris, my name is Iris. Thank you so much." She offered her hand to him and when he touched it she felt a familiar heat between her legs.
"Hi Iris, name's Matt." He looked over her head and nodded, she turned to look at what he was motioning to. It was another young man approaching them. "This is Kyle; he's my business partner."
Iris smiled at Kyle, a very attractive blond-haired man who stood just slightly shorter than Matt. Matt explained that they were going to take a look at her car and the three of them headed outside. She was starting to fantasize about these two men, both handsome and seemingly harmless. As they popped her hood and started to look at her engine she leaned against the car and traced one finger delicately over the waistband of her skirt. Her foot was slipping in and out of her shoe, playing with it as she watched the two men. After ten minutes they determined it was a lost cause and offered her a ride home. Kyle smiled at her as they walked to his truck. "I'm real sorry about that Iris; I guess we're just not as mechanically-minded as we'd like to be."
She shrugged and nodded, "Not a problem at all, I just appreciate the ride." She climbed into the truck and slid in between Kyle who was driving and Matt who got in after her. She made sure the slit in her skirt was just in the right place to tease him a bit. Iris was in the middle and unable to cross her legs the way she normally would as a passenger.
She turned her attention to Kyle and suddenly became brave and unafraid. She wanted to fuck these boys and she wanted to start getting them worked up right now. She slid her hand up from his knee to his thigh and let her fingertips graze his jeans right over his resting cock. Matt, watching and taking his cue from her, put his hand on her thigh. She turned to look at him, a glint in her eye giving him the OK to move on. His hand slid up under her skirt and he felt the top of her thigh-high stockings just before he noticed the heat radiating from her body.