I was driving home after Christmas by myself this year. I'm from the Bay Area and go to college in Los Angeles. On the long drive down the 101 I was nervous something would happen with my car--I am terrible with cars. I usually just get my dad or boyfriend to fix it, but if something happened out on the road by myself I don't know what I would do.
Suddenly I heard a popping noise and felt a weird bump on the right side of my car. Yep, I had a flat tire. I knew something like that would happen! And I had a paper to write when I got back to my dorm so it's not like I had all the time in the world.
I pulled over and got out of the car to see how bad it was. Of course I never bothered to learn how to fix a flat. It was hot outside, I put my long brown hair in a loose ponytail and felt sweat start to drip down my neck. Luckily I was wearing a short skirt, at least my legs were cool.
I notice a few houses nearby, and a rickety looking barn. maybe there would be someone over there who could help me? I walked over and called out "Helloo?"
I went up to a door and knocked "Hel---"
"---Who's there?" And gruff looking older guy answered the door, wearing a flannel shirt and worn jeans. Behind him were a couple of his buddies sitting and drinking beer. The must work the farms around here, I thought.
"Um hi, I'm Jessie. Um my car has a flat tire, do you think one of you could help me fix it?"
The man standing at the door looked me up and down. It made me feel uncomfortable, but what else was I supposed to do?
"Well sure Jessie," he said, "That would be no problem."
He and the other three guys walked me out to my car and I showed them the tire. "Okay," the man said,"George over here can fix that right up for you. Meanwhile why don't you come inside and have a nice glass of cold water?"
"Oh that's okay," I said, "I can just wait out here and help." It had to be almost 100 degrees outside and I was parched, but I knew it was not smart to go hang out with a bunch of older men I had never met before on a farm on the side of a highway. Definitely not smart.
"Darlin' come on, you'll get roasted out here! This could take a while, just come sit in the shade."
"Well okay" I said. I followed them towards the house next to the barn. When I walked in, one of them offered me a glass of water and I gladly accepted. I heard the door shut behind me but didn't think much of it. As I sipped the water, the three men started walking towards me. I suddenly became extremely uncomfortable, and headed towards the door without thinking. The gruff guy in the flannel stepped in front of the door, and the second I began to panic the other two men grabbed my arms and legs and lifted me off the ground. I yelped and tried to get away but there was no point in trying t move my arms and legs.
"Now darlin'" the guy said, "why don't we try to have a bit of harmless fun while we wait for that car of yours? No one will hurt you, we just want to give you a bit of pleasure, is all." Then he walked up and the two men spread my legs, still holding me up. The man slipped his finger under my panties and started touching my slit. he stuck his finger in and I let out a gasp. Then the other men started groping my my breasts. I was scared, having their big rough hands on me suddenly started to turn me on despite myself.
