Disclaimer: This story and all characters are fiction. In real life the author does not condone non-consensual sex of any kind.
Of course I knew I shouldn't accept a ride from two strange men. I've known that for all of my thirty-eight years. I may be blonde, but I'm no ditz. But I didn't know what else to do. I had just dropped my kids off at my mother's house for the week, and was driving home. The interstate construction was so horrendous on the way there that I decided to try county roads. Then my minivan just quit on a deserted stretch of road. I wasn't even sure where I was. It was one of the hottest days of the summer, I had nothing to drink and no shade, and, like a miracle, two men in an old tow truck just happened to cruise by and stop. They were friendly if a little too friendly. They looked under my hood, and without even asking, started to hook up my minivan to their tow truck. When they were ready, one man got in the driver's side, and the other one opened the passenger side and motioned for me to get in.
The first thing that made me uncomfortable was as I was climbing in the truck, I looked back at the second man, and he appeared to be looking up at my butt. The second thing that made me uncomfortable was that it was very crowded. I'm quite slender, but the two men were heavy, muscular, and dirty. These men appeared to be in their forties or early fifties. I could smell their perspiration as they squished me between their shoulders, and both of their thighs pressed against mine.
My left knee was practically touching the stick shift, and as the driver shifted, he subtly rested his sleeveless forearm on my bare thigh. The passenger side one, whose shirt said, "Bud" on it, was pressing his shoulder hard into my right breast. My breasts are pretty small, a-cups in fact, but it was still uncomfortable having the stranger rubbing against them. "Bud" was leering at me with a sloppy grin. There was no air conditioning in the truck, and my bare thighs were sticking to the vinyl seat. The truck suspension was awful, and every slight little bump made my flesh jiggle. My thighs are pretty firm, but just the vibration of the engine was enough to make the flesh quiver. I looked over at Bud, and he was staring down at my shaking thighs. I suddenly felt quite exposed in my very short cotton shorts and tank top. Bud was rubbing and pressing my breast so much that I leaned forward to escape him. But when I arched my shoulders and he leaned back, my tank top gapped open, and Bud was practically hanging his chin inside my top. I glanced down to see my white bra obviously exposed. My bra was also hanging open, and I could see my left breast exposed past my tan line, exposing the white cone, down to my nipple exposed to Bud. My little breasts also shook as the truck vibrated. I put my hand up over my chest, feeling my face get flushed.
