The car gave a little hitch as the engine sputtered.
"What the fuuu...", was all Jessica got out as the engine coughed and died. Jessica swore bitterly as she pulled the car over to the side of the road. She hit the hazards and cussed again in the suddenly silent car.
"Why did this have to happen tonight?"
Jessica pulled out her phone and texted her husband, who was on the couch at home, most likely playing CS:GO. His beer, slowly warming up in the trunk, was not going to make it home before he headed out. He was going to have to enjoy game night without his beer.
He immediately texted back that he was calling AAA for her, where was she? She gave him her location. A few moments later her phone buzzed again. AAA would be there in an hour. Was everything else OK? Did he need to call the cops or the fire department?
Jessica let him know that everything was fine. No worries. She dropped her phone onto the seat beside her, wondering what to do for the next hour. She couldn't spend too much time on her phone. The battery was low, and she didn't want it to die completely before the tow truck arrived. Her charger was sitting on the hall table beside the front door. "Ain't that a perfect place for it?" she thought. Fuck.
Mostly to keep her mind occupied, Jessica popped the hood and got out of the car to have a look. Maybe it was something obvious. She snorted to herself as she raised the hood. It was going to need to be pretty fucking obvious if *she* was going to fix it. She didn't know shit about cars.
Jessica poked her head under the hood for a second. Nothing appeared obviously wrong. Sighing, she turned away from the car and paced over to the streetlight just ahead of the car. She took a close look at herself to make sure she hadn't gotten any dirt or grease from the engine on herself. Everything looked good.
Looking down at herself, Jessica reflected that everything looked DAMN good. Jess was never going to be called petite, although she was not particularly tall. Really, the best way to describe her was thick. What the kids these days called "stupid thicc". As in she was so thicc that men got all stupid around her.
Her huge tits strained against the fabric of her shirt. Her friends always said she had small feet because nothing grows well when it's in the shade all the time. Her tits were enough to stop traffic and cause men to walk into street poles. She really enjoyed the attention they brought her way.
She brushed her hands down her stomach with a sigh, allowing them to follow the curve of her wide hips. "Child-bearing hips" her grandma had called them. All Jessica knew is that her wide hips and ass brought her nearly as much attention as her enormous cans. Popular taste in women had moved away from the super skinny, boyish, look to a more rounded one, favoring large breasts, wide hips and a bigger ass. Jessica's body was tailor made for the current popular taste. She truly had what the boys in the mall called a "booty". She had overheard men talking about her ass more than once. She'd even been called a PAWG by a couple of teenagers and had to look it up on Google to find out what that meant.
Tonight, she was wearing a black short sleeved T shirt that showed off her vast cleavage. Of course, everything but a turtleneck showed cleavage when she wore it. She had on cut-off denim shorts that highlighted her well rounded booty. Her brunette hair, a couple of inches longer than shoulder length, was pulled back into a ponytail. Everything she was wearing displayed her fuckable body to the max. Jessica might not be a whore, but she had no problem wearing the uniform. She got more attention from men than most whores could pull, too, she thought with a wry smile.
With another sigh, she paced back to the car. Shit, she was bored already and it wasn't more than a few minutes. She knew this stretch of road well. There was nothing along here to draw traffic this time of night. To her left stretched an open field belonging to the university located on its far side. To her right, business blocks, unoccupied this time of day, were the only buildings.
Jessica was back at the front of the car, leaning into the engine compartment again when the pickup pulled up, giving her a little bit of a start. She hadn't even seen the lights coming. The pickup swung off the road and parked in front of her car. Jessica noticed that the was a sticker bearing the logo of the university and "Class of '21". 'College Kids' she thought, as both doors of the truck popped open.
"Is everything OK, miss?" The driver, a tall slim black kid asked. He and the passenger approached the car. Jessica saw that the passenger was built like a tank. He was white, about the same age as the driver and looked to be about four feet wide across the shoulders. "Probably a corn-fed football player," she thought.
"Not really," Jessica replied. "My car died and I'm waiting for the tow truck to come. You guys are the first people to come along since it quit."
"Did you want us to take you somewhere?" the white kid asked. "You shouldn't just wait out here all by yourself until the tow truck comes. It wouldn't be safe for you."
Jessica declined the offer, opting instead to wait at the car. After a short discussion, the boys decided to stay with her. All three stood between her car and the pickup, chatting desultorily about this and that, making small talk and passing the time. As they introduced themselves, Jessica eyed the boys appreciatively. They were both quite good looking, athletic and muscular. The black kid was slim, but well built. Probably on the varsity basketball team, Jessica thought. His name, according to his friend, was Jay. The white kid, whose name was given as Mike, was deeply barrel chested, broad and powerful looking. Jessica could see his raw strength in the way his muscles rippled beneath his white tee shirt. If Jessica had to guess, she would say that he had probably been raised on a farm and had a scholarship to play football.
Standing in front of her, neither of the boys could take their eyes of of her chest for long. They would look quickly away, when it appeared as though they would be caught ogling her, then, like a magnet, their eyes would inevitably be drawn back to her prominent chest. How could they not? Her enormous cleavage was right there for them to see. Their cocks both stiffened as they stood on the side of a random suburban road, thinking of plowing this incredibly endowed suburban MILF right there in the grass beside the street. The boys shared a look over Jessica's head, coming to an unspoken agreement.
Suddenly, they both moved up beside her, pressing into her space. Startled, Jess tried to move away, but had nowhere to go but back. Within a step, she bumped back into the grill of her car. The boys moved up with her, pinning her between them and her car.
"Don't fight it missy," Mike whispered in her ear. "I think you're gonna like where this is headed."
Jay yanked down on the front of Jessica's shirt freeing her tits into the cool night air. Her nipples hardened at the sudden temperature change. With a lustful moan, Jay bent his head to her chest. Her erect nipples were the size of her fingertips. The left one disappeared into Jay's mouth. His teeth grazed and tugged at her sensitive nipple while he swirled his tongue around it. Jess sucked in her breath, dizzied by the sudden close attention.
Mike's greedy hands pulled at Jessica's shorts, popping the button and sliding the zipper down. He pushed her shorts down and slid his right hand down inside the front her panties, dipping down to slide a fingertip between the lips of her pussy. His left hand squeezed her ass as he played with her pussy. Jessica suddenly had four strong hands pawing at her, fondling, groping.
Jessica's body began to respond to the attention. Jay had released her nipple from his mouth and replaced it with his hand. He was hungrily forcing his tongue into her mouth, kissing her deeply. Her hand slipped up to the back of his head, trailing through his curly hair, as she hungrily kissed him back.