It was like 108 degrees F and I was at a mechanic shop waiting area. I’m of age but I look much younger. I had been running errands all day, and my car broke down on this highway in the sweltering heat. So I got it towed.
When I got in the tow truck I was kind of delirious. I asked him to take me to the nearest mechanic since I wasn’t from the area. The man was a hefty man, sort of intimidating, serious face, almost with some malice. He didn’t answer me.
We drove by this well known gas station chain which I knew had mechanics on sight…it was late afternoon and they seemed legit. The driver said he knew of a better place. I was kind of scared. It was so hot in the truck I could barely see.
We arrived at this smaller kind of older looking building, kind of tucked away but still off the highway.
Once I got in the one story shack, I went to the front desk to ask about repairs. I emphasized how desperate I was. I was overjoyed when they said they could fit me in, they said they didn’t know for sure a time frame…but that I could wait in the waiting parlor.
This building looked a little makeshift, with a large five car garage, a little break room with a kitchenette, an old washroom in the back, and behind a curtain the waiting parlor. On the other side of the shack was what I assumed to be a small apartment.
Anyway, when I got to the waiting room I was surprised to see about 4 men there. One of them I recognized. It was an old neighbor I used to have when I was a little girl about 8 or 9. He always smiled at me, and made me feel scared, but I took that to mean I was young and shy then.
There was a man in the corner kind of humming an indescribable tune. He was about 6’ and was wearing farm looking overalls. The men in here were obviously all blue collar working men. I felt almost awkward when I was the only woman there.
Maybe it’s because the parlor was kind of small, with some chairs along the walls. I sat down in the back and looked through magazines. My phone had died and this place didn’t look like it had service anyway.
The windows were kind of blacked out, and at one point one of the men lit a cigarette. Some old rock was blaring in the back, with almost vulgar lyrics.
I could see the sweat on the mens faces and necks and chests. There was also this loud disorienting but oddly comforting buzzing in the room.
While holding the magazine I could feel eyes on me. I wanted to smoke a joint and thought I could sneak out. When I got up, I started walking to the curtain, and my short shorts and panties fell down. I couldn’t believe that happened.
The men instantly laughed, and one of them said under his breath,”I’d like to—“ my neighbor starting smiling at me like he used to. He recognized me. I pulled up my panties and shorts and ran to the back bathroom as they all uttered sounds of amusement and dirty excitement.
I was so humiliated, I ran into the back bathroom with was surprisingly nice. Old fashioned but clean. I lit my joint and splashed cold water on my face.
As the high was hitting me, I realized in a way I was almost excited myself. Those men saw me exposed. They seemed filthy, and like they hadn’t seen a woman for miles as I believe they were all truckers.
As I went to leave the man from the front desk was saying the car would be ready by tomorrow and that there was a bed and breakfast shack I could stay at on the property. I was out of options so I had no choice.
I went back in the waiting parlor, and one man had an errection. He had sort of a stupid look on his face, but I kind of liked him looking at me. I don’t know what came over me, but I felt the sudden urge to masterbate. I made it known I saw him looking at me as I walked back to the washroom.
As I kept splashing water on myself to cool off, I noticed a knock on wood sound. I saw something coming from a hole.
It was a man’s penis sticking itself in the hole. I touched my panties for a moment and was thinking what is going on?
I bent down. This was a good girth. As I was blowing this man, the door opened. The rest of the men were there. All of them grabbed me, and whispered in my ear,”we know a good girl when we see one. You seem like a daddies girl to me”
They each took turns with me. We had an orgy all night. The men cream pied me. When my neighbor fucked me I squirted on his smiling face. They all ravaged me. I loved it.
Got my car fixed. I was on my way.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/w3f1tf/true_story_of_the_other_day