Bob Wallace - Hot willing housewife

"God damn it!" Her foot slammed onto the brake. The car rocked, screeched half-way through an intersection. She had missed the stop sign. She was thankful that no one was coming from the other direction.

Forcing herself to remain calm, she eased her foot on the gas pedal. A glance at the dash told her the car was almost empty.

At the nearest gas station, she pulled in and waited. She saw the attendant emerging from the office. A sly smile tickled a corner of her mouth. "Why not?"

She inched her dress up almost to her crotch, baring her smooth, creamy thighs. She tugged at the top of her dress, letting more tittie meat show.

The attendant wiped his greasy fingers on a dirty rag and glanced into the car. Her bare legs and tits weren't lost on the craggy-faced attendant. "Fill her up?" he asked.

"All the way, Clayton," Jessica mewed breathlessly, spotting his name on his shirt as she leaned out the window.

While her tank was filling up, Clayton wiped Jessica's front window, more interested in her luscious body than getting the grime off the windshield. His cock thumped wildly. His eyes darted from her creamy thighs to her and back again.

Inspite of the man's blatant stares. Her tongued her lips. She grabbed the steering wheel, pressed her arms together not to move. Her bulging tits squished together, billowing up from her top.

The sound of the gas pump shutting off brought Clayton out of his reverie. Grumbling to himself, he went around to top off the tank. "Eighteen dollars," he told her, staring into her car.

She gave him twenty. "Keep the change." She winked. "I like the way you did my windows."

A smiling Clayton watched her roar out of his gas station. "What a bitch." The scent of her perfume was on the twenty dollar bill. It conjured up hot images in his mind.

The brief encounter with the gas station attendant had stimulated Jessica. Warm pussy juice greased her cushiony cunthole. She headed out of town with the window open. As she drove, the rushing air competed with the lout music blaring from the radio.

After a few miles, she spotted two teenagers hitch hiking. "This must be my lucky day." She pumped the brake and pulled to a stop about fifty feet ahead of the young men.

She shut off the radio and waited, her dress was high, tits bulging above her powder-blue jersey dress.

The two young men ran to the four-door sedan, reaching it out of breath. A head of black curly hair poked into the car, shiny black eyes peered at the voluptuous Jessica. "How far are you going, lady?"

"As far as you like," Jessica said seductively. She noticed the way the youngster ogled her legs. Excitement began to build.

The dark-haired boy nudged his friend, then opened the car door, climbing quickly into the front seat. "You sit in the back, Freddie."

"There's plenty of room," Jessica purred. "We can all squeeze in together."

Tommy, the dark-haired boy, moved close to Jessica as Freddie got in beside him.

Dust kicked up as Jessica pulled back onto the highway. "Don't you boys know it's dangerous to hitch-hike?"

"You don't look dangerous," Tommy, the bolder of the two, said. He was enjoying the scent of her perfume and the feel of her thigh pressing against his leg.

"I could be. You can't tell just by looking at a person." She sped the car down the long stretch of highway. She felt Tommy's staring harder. Warm juices moistened her cunt.

Freddie glanced beyond his buddy at Jessica's tits, enjoying the billowing breast. "You're too beautiful to be dangerous," he said shyly.

Jessica gave the timid boy a quick glance. "Thank you, Freddie. You're kind of cute yourself." The boy blushed. "I'm Jessica. Where were you boys headed?"

"We're going to Farmingdale," Tommy said, looking obviously at her deep cleavage.

Seeing this, Jessica put her hand on his knee. "You keep looking at me like that, you're going to wind up all hot and horny."

Tommy was dumbfounded. His brash manner vanished and he blushed. He looked away, his eyes falling to her bare thighs.

"You could put your hand on my thigh, if you want." It was a soft, throaty suggestion.

The dark-haired boy didn't know whether to believe her or not, but decided to take a chance anyway. He nudged his quiet friend and put his hand on Jessica's bare knee. His groin felt like someone had kicked him.

Jessica sighed, "Mmmm, your hand feels nice." A tremor erupted deep in her bubbling pussy. The palm of her hand felt sweaty.

She looked at Freddie, who was struck dumb by what was going on. "I'm sorry you're sitting so far away or you could put your hand on my knee too." She paused to give Freddie a promising wink. "Maybe later."

Neither boy believed what she had implied.

She massaged Tommy's leg and felt his tension. She enjoyed it. Two young men… two… to do with whatever she desired. The perfect revenge, and an old fantasy besides.

Tommy didn't believe what the beautiful woman was doing to him. His cock, bent uncomfortably in his tight jeans, ached painfully. His throat felt like it was lined with sandpaper. His hand involuntarily tightened on her knee.

"Oooo, don't hurt me, Tommy. Just rub my leg, don't squeeze it so hard." She parted her legs slightly.

Boldly, Tommy's hand caressed Jessica's slender leg until his fingers touched the hem of her dress. Back and forth his fingers stroked, the hem a barrier he was afraid to pass.

Freddie sat by the door, mute, on the fringe of the lust that hung heavy in the car. He had his eyes on both hands – Tommy's and Jessica's. He shifts uncomfortably in the seat, thinking Tommy had the fuck.

Jessica spotted a road leading away from the main highway. She flipped on the turn signal, into the turn, and headed down the road. "I hope you boys don't mind if we go the long way." Her hand was still kneading Tommy's leg.

Neither boy spoke. Each conjured up images of making it with the beautiful woman. But neither expected anything more than just a longer ride to Farmingdale.

"You can go under my dress, Tommy." Her soft ass squirmed against the leather seat. With one hand gripping the wheel, Jessica leaned across Tommy and patted Freddie's bulging crotch. "I haven't forgotten you, Freddie."

Freddie's breath whooshed out sharply and his prick thumped incessantly.

Jessica went back to driving with both hands, enjoying Tommy's shy fingers circling around her inner thighs under her dress. "It's a pretty day. Would you boys mind if we stopped for a while?"

At once both boys said in chorus, "Oh no, go ahead."

"I'm glad," she said, turning onto a dirt road. They drove for about a half a mile in silence.

"This looks like a nice place," Jessica said, braking the car to a stop. After cutting off the motor, she squeezed her thighs together and captured Tommy's fingers. "Would you boys like to take a walk?"

Without waiting for the obvious answer, Jessica opened her legs, releasing Tommy's hand. She got out, the heels of her shoes sinking into the soft earth. "C'mon," she urged to the stupefied young men.

The horny and eager two scrambled out of the car to join her.

"You better hold my hands, I don't want to fall," she said when they ran up to her.

The boys took her offered hands and walked toward the secluded tree-shaded spot at the top of a knoll, Jessica between them.

When the three reached the shaded spot, Jessica released their sweaty hands. "Mmmmm, it's nice here, isn't it?" She felt their horny gaze, and it excited her.

Neither boy was looking at the scenery. Both sets of eyes undressed the gorgeous woman, visualizing her naked. They waited quietly, not knowing what to expect next. Back hoped for what they considered the impossible.

Dazzling blue eyes fixed on Freddie's adorning face. Jessica went to the shy boy. Their eyes met. "Mmm, you're talk Freddie," she swooned.