Breaking In Tessa - Part 1 - Sex Stories

Breaking In Tessa - Part 1

Tessa was hitchhiking. It was something she never thought she would do but her car had run out of gas a mile down the road and she hadn’t seen a gas station yet and was getting desperate. There were barely any other cars on the road and so far they had all passed Tessa. That was until an old pickup came screeching to a halt in front of her. An arm stuck out the window and waved her forward. With no other options she walked up to the truck and got inside. The man driving was disheveled with stubble and a wild mustache. His button up was faded from being worn so much and he wore aviator sunglasses that hid his eyes. Tessa was nervous. He looked like a man she would avoid otherwise.

“You lost or somethin’?”

“Yes, sort of. My car ran out of gas a mile down the road. I need to get to a gas station.” She said nervously.

“Hm. Ain’t no gas stations nearby, Darlin’ but I tell you what, I’m headed to meet some friends at a bar, one of ‘em has a tractor and he keeps extra gas on him. We’ll go see if he has any.” Said the man. Tessa couldn’t tell but she got the feeling that the man was looking her over. What else was she supposed to do, she needed gas.

“Thank you. My name is Tessa by the way.”

“Hmph. Nice to meet you, Tessa.” He said with a leer as he sped off down the road. Why isn’t he telling me his name?

Tessa fidgeted with the fringe on her jean shorts. They had ridden up a bit and showed off most of her legs.

“You have a boyfriend, darlin’? You’re pretty ...

... enough to have one.”

“Um…well…no.” She answered awkwardly.

“Huh, well I’m sure you have no shortage of men to pick from.”

“Ha ha, yeah…” Laughed Tessa through clenched teeth, unsure if the man was joking or not. They spent the rest of the ride in silence. She was sure that the man kept glancing over at her to leer. They had now been driving for a good fifteen minutes. A sign for a truck stop appeared and very shortly after the man pulled up to an old bar with a broken neon ‘open’ sign. He pointed to a red pickup truck.

“See, that’s Ike’s truck. You and I will just go inside and see if he has gas to spare.”

The two of them exited the car and went inside. It was dark in here. Most of the blinds were drawn. Low light came from hanging lamps. A light flicker above one corner of the bar. There were plenty of booths though only one was occupied. A man with grey hair and an empty glass was slumped over the table. At the bar was a lone drinker and two men together plus a bartender. The only other thing of interest was a pool table that still had pool balls scattered about on it’s green top.

“Come this way, darlin’. Ike is right here.”

The group of men at the bar turned. They were all a little red faced. One of them whistled at her. Tessa shrank back but she bumped into the man and he pushed her forward. It was now that she realized she was boxed in. The man was behind her with each hand resting on the back of a chair that sat his two friends. They turned and looked ...