Nathan and I had been driving all day. His company couldn't afford to pay for a flight so he had to rent a car for the conference. It was getting close to dinner time and we were both hungry so we looked for a good place to stop. We were driving through pretty desolate country and getting desperate but we finally saw some neon lights ahead.
We pulled into the gravel parking lot of this bar and we figured we'd get some drinks and burgers.
"I have to pee so bad, Nate! Let's hurry," I said.
We fast walked into the place and saw a large bar with high booths and lots of rough looking guys. Most of them seemed to work at the mines nearby and still had work shirts on. I could see Nathan tighten up because he was uncomfortable. He was a post-doc working at the university with me and he always got insecure around rough, testosterone-filled environments.
"Ok, I'm going to find a bathroom. Can you get us seats and order some drinks, baby?" I asked as I scanned the room for a bathroom sign.
"Um...maybe I'll just wait until you get back, Melissa" he replied, eyeing the bar packed with dudes watching football and drinking beer.
I kind of rolled my eyes and walked to the hallway on the right where the bathrooms were. When I got there, I saw they were actually downstairs and it was kind of dark. I almost decided to go back and just hold it but I felt like I was going to burst. I headed down the stairs and just as I got toward the bottom, a man came out of the men's room and started walking up.
He froze in his tracks and looked right at my chest. I had to stop because the stairs were too narrow to pass.
"Sorry, are the bathrooms down here?" I asked, trying to break the awkwardness.
He looked directly at my chest and said "Let me guess— double D, right honey?"
I immediately covered my chest in embarrassment and decided just to brush past him. I had to turn my back to the wall an face him as I squeezed past and I instantly regretted it. As I passed, my breasts rubbed right against his arm and he put his hand on my hip and as I moved past him, it slid over my stomach, and under my breast.
I quickly opened the door and went inside and realized I was hyperventilating. I tried to calm myself as I sat in the stall and did what I had to do. Such a relief. I felt calmer and took a deep breath.
After I washed up, I opened the door to go back up and saw the guy and two others standing in the hall. I averted my eyes and hurried through them to the stairs, but as I started walking, I felt a hand grab my waistband. I took another two steps before I realized it and because he was so strong, my pants got tugged down almost to my knees. I stopped and reached back and lost my balance.
My bare ass was exposed to these strangers and my cheeks flushed red.
I tried to catch the wall and one foot slipped down a stair.
I felt a hand slap my ass cheek and a man say "nice ass, honey!" as the other guys laughed.
I bent down to pick up my pants and I was standing on the waistband so it took a few seconds to get them together. I almost fell over and had to drop my hands for balance. I could feel them staring at my bare ass and it was mortifying. As I struggled I felt another slap, and then another.
"You need a good spanking, sweetie" he said to even louder laughter.
I finally got them up and jogged up the stairs to safety. I was very rattled and felt eyes on me as I walked to where Nathan was sitting.
When I got there, I saw that he wasn't alone. There was a guy there too, sitting right next to him. Obviously drunk. Very brawny and red faced.
"There's our girl," the guy said as he stared at my chest. I looked down and realized my nipples were poking through my tank top and I felt mortified. I didn't want to cover them and draw attention to my chest, so I just quickly sat down across from Nate and this guy.
"Hi, honey, my name is Rich" he said as he held his hand out.
I felt pressured and reached to shake his too and sheepishly said, "Hi, I'm Melissa."
"I can tell you're excited to see me," Rich sneered.
He was trying to talk about football with Nate but we don't watch sports and it was mostly him busting Nate's balls about not knowing things. I could see he was sweating and wanted to leave.
The guy eventually got up and said, "I have to drain the monster" and got up and staggered off.
"Do you want to find another place?" I asked, knowing the answer already.
"Yes, let's go" he immediately blurted.
As we started walking back to the front, I saw the guy who spanked me in the hallway. I grabbed Nate's arm and my heart was racing.
The guy sort of cut in between us and Nate didn't notice right away. He almost got to the door when he turned to notice I wasn't with him.
The guy put his arms around my waist and leaned in, reeking of alcohol and said, "I never finished spanking that fat ass of yours."
I tried to grab his arms and push away and I realized how muscular he was. It was like holding a stone statue.
"Please, we're uh just leaving, I..I have to go."
"Come in the pool room with me so we can dance," he said as he palmed my ass.
Nathan finally made it back over and tried to get the guy's attention, but he was already leading me back to the pool room.
Nate followed along trying to say "excuse me" but before I knew it, there was loud music playing and the lights were dim and I was on the dance floor with this guy. He had both hands on my ass and was pressing into me hard.
Nate came up and asked if he could talk to me for a minute.
The guy turned and told him, "Can't you see we're dancing, asshole? Go sit down and order us some drinks and I'll bring her over when I'm ready."
My heart raced and I wondered if Nate would hit the guy, but he just stared and fumbled with his words. He finally just said okay and asked the guy what he wanted to drink.
My heart sank at his cowardice. The guy was literally groping me as my boyfriend was offering to fetch him drinks. I hate to say it, but I thought "what a pussy!" to myself.
The song continued to play and the guy started kissing my neck and reaching inside my pants. I tried to push him off, but all I could think to say was "I need to use the bathroom again."
He laughed and said there was one right by the backdoor and he'd show me.
He held my hips and guided me to the door and it was just a small room with a toilet and a sink and a mop and bucket in the corner. He came in with me and blocked the door. "Go ahead," he said.
"Can I get some privacy please?" I squeaked, on the verge of tears.
He just stared at me and looked angry. I decided to just get it over with and I pulled my pants down to my knees and sat down and hunched over so he couldn't see. He stood right in front of my face and I had to lean back to avoid his crotch and he stepped forward again. I leaned all the way back and he just stared down at me. I felt an overwhelming sense of timidity and I also felt guilty for judging Nathan.
"I thought you had to pee, honey," he snarked.
"I...um.."
"Maybe you just wanted an excuse to get away from that tool you came her with?" he said as he unzipped his fly.
"What—what are you doing?" I stammered, my eyes fixed on his open fly.
He unbuttoned his pants and slid them them down and exposed himself to me. I felt faint and put my hands up to guard myself.
He stepped forward again, this time stroking it right on the tip of my nose. I remember mumbling something about Nathan and then it was just in my mouth.
I felt his hand on the back of my head, touching my hair. He was strong and his hand was enormous. He was erect and it slid in to my mouth with effort. I tried to straighten up and he was sliding in and out. I was dizzy and warm and overwhelmed.
I started to moan and I felt it pulsating. He took his hand away and put them on his hips. I kept sucking and my mind was racing.
What the hell am I doing? I thought. Jesus, this is crazy.
