I was three hours away from home with no ride. I’d gotten a ride from a friend of mine across state lines for a concert, and had had the time of my life, so much so that, when my friend found me in the middle and told me that she was headed back to a hotel with a guy she’d met, I told her to not worry about me, not considering how I was getting home. Not the smartest move I’ve ever made, but when the music takes you, sometimes you do stupid things.

As the music ended, and the buzz began to fade, the reality set in. I was three hours from home, the only person I knew who was currently local was getting her back blown out by some guy in a hotel I had no way of getting to, and getting an Uber to drive me that far, that late, would be expensive. I trudged out into the parking lot, not really sure of my plan. Things have a way of working out, though. I kept my eyes open, my wits about me, and my mind open. There was a solution out there, just waiting to be found.

My solution turned out to be two burnouts in a panel van with a license plate from my home state. Not ideal, but short of calling a friend for a six hour round trip or crashing on a bench and waiting for my friend to return my texts, this was my most cost-effective option. I approached one of the guys, a cute guy who introduced himself as Ryan. He told me that they were headed just two counties up the road from me, and I asked, very sweetly, if they could drop me off on their way, some place just off the interstate, barely a waste of time at all. Ryan, who was tall and lanky, in a messy t-shirt and board shorts, gave the age old line: Gas, grass or ass, no one rides for free. I chuckled, and looked at his friend, Chris, expecting a bit more reason or nuance. He just shrugged, walked around to the driver’s door and got in. I asked Ryan if he was serious, and he solemnly nodded, declaring it the law of the open road.

Was it sketchy? Sure. Neither Ryan or Chris seemed like the type to chain me up in their basement, but you never can tell. Still, I needed to get home, and money was tight, and if you, dear reader, think that I haven’t fucked a guy for far less than a free ride home, then you have far too high an opinion of me. I looked Ryan in the eye, skillfully hiked my skirt up in a way that preserved my modesty from the other legions headed to their cars, slipped my panties down, and handed them to Ryan, asking if that was a suitable downpayment. He was grinning from ear to ear as he looked me up and down, from my auburn hair, to my brown eyes, to my 36C tits straining against a simple white button down shirt and my black, knee length skirt, my pale skin. He nodded approvingly, opened the door to the van, and gestured for me to enter with all the elegance of a true showman. I took a moment to take a picture of the license plate and a picture of me with Ryan, sending it off to every friend I could think of, before climbing in.

The van was sparse. It looked and smelled like either Ryan or Chris was living in it, with the sour smell of sweat and a large duffel bag full of clothes in the corner. A bare mattress took up most of the inside, with a stained bench seat in the back. I gave Ryan a look upon getting to the seat and he shrugged, assuring me that none of the stains were blood, which was fair. I could make an educated guess on some of the stains, but they definitely weren’t blood. I sat down, and Ryan sat down next to me, as close as he could be, draping an arm around my shoulders. Chris started the van and was able to slip into traffic surprisingly quickly for a post-concert crowd. It was hard to gauge just how long it took him, since Ryan wasted no time getting to work, but it didn’t take long to get moving in the right direction.

Ryan pulled me into a kiss almost immediately. He had been drinking, not enough for me to smell it on him, but enough that I could taste it on his tongue. He kissed like someone who knew what they were doing, but didn’t get to do it all that often. He nibbled on my lip when he should have, his tongue was adventurous, but playful, it was all just done with an edge of urgency. He began pawing awkwardly at my tits, mostly because of the awkward angle of making out with someone you’re sitting next to, so I, without breaking the kiss, climbed over to straddle his lap. Chris hit a pothole, causing me to bounce on his crotch slightly, drawing attention to just how hard he was. Usually, I dread the drive home after a concert, but Ryan was big enough that I was looking forward to the three hours ahead of us.

Ryan continued to grope by tits, eventually moving to trying to unbutton the shirt. I had just moved to undo it for him, but he grabbed it by the collar and pulled hard, ripping several buttons off. He immediately broke off our kiss and buried his face in my cleavage, propped up by a cheap bra. I kissed the top of his head and moaned softly. I reached down between us and quickly undid the buttons that Ryan hadn’t ripped and dropped the shirt behind me, glancing back at Chris, who was stealing occasional glances through the rearview mirror. I reached behind my back, unclasping the bra and shrugging it off, pulling the fabric free from where Ryan was pinning it to my body with his chin and throwing it into the front seat, telling Chris that he deserved a memento, too. That was all I could get out before Ryan shifted his attention to my newly exposed sensitive nipples, causing me to cry out for a moment as his tongue swirled over it. I leaned back, stretching as a near complete stranger latched onto my nipple, his hands moving to the small of my back to support me as a grinded my hips against his lap, my bare pussy rubbing against his cock through the rough material.

I reached up, straining to grab the back of the seat to pull myself upright, grabbing Ryan’s head with both hands and turning it upward, my nipple popping free of his mouth with a loud smacking sound. I gave him a searing kiss as he pulled me close, my tits pressing against his chest. I broke the kiss off with a growl and hissed at him to fuck me. He smiled and lifted me up off his lap, stood up as much as he could within the van, and slammed me down on the mattress on the floor, hard enough that I heard the entire cheap van groan as it bounced. My senses were momentarily scrambled, but I heard Chris telling Ryan off, asking how many times he had to tell him not to do that. I briefly wondered how many women had been fucked on that exact mattress in that van. I then turned my attention to Chris, asking if he ever got any fun. Neither of them responded, Ryan because he was busy taking his shirt off, but I sensed something more tense from Chris. I shimmied up between the seats, propping myself up on the arm rest. I smiled at Chris and asked if he wanted to touch my tits. He blushed, but reached down and grabbed a handful. His hands were hot and clammy, but his grip was firm. I started to tell Chris that I liked him, but then I felt Ryan’s head between my legs.

He’d gotten down there without me noticing somehow, but I got a half moment of warning as he inched my legs apart, then his tongue swiped up my slit, swirling around my clit, then back down. I said a few less-than-ladylike things as he repeated the move again, then a third time. Chris reacted to my sudden change of demeanor by squeezing hard, sending off fireworks behind my eyelids as I clenched them shut. Chris let go, presumably because groping a squirming woman and driving at the same time was difficult, and he had priorities. Ryan grabbed my legs and sharply pulled back, laying me down on the limp mattress as he dove in deeper, working some sort of magic on my soaking wet pussy. I gasped, I moaned, I screamed, I threatened to do unspeakable things if he ever stopped. There’s no way of knowing how long he held me there at his mercy, hitting the right spots at a frantic pace. At one point, I lazily opened my eyes, half expecting to see the face of God on the top of the rickety panel van, but just seeing the lights of passing cars shining off the bare white metal.

Ryan stood up from his position, my juices glistening off of his chin as another light shone through the windshield. Digging around through his duffel bag, he started cursing. I lazily asked what was wrong, and he said that he was out of condoms. I moved with great effort, reaching over to where I’d set my purse, reaching inside and pulling out a fresh pack. I hadn’t necessarily been planning to get laid that night, but I hadn’t ruled it out. I’d come prepared. He grabbed the box from me, destroyed the box, and pulled out the chain of wrappings. I straightened out my skirt, which had become bunched up around my waist as Ryan had been working his ways, and found the zipper, undoing it and kicking the skirt aside as Ryan ripped the first condom open with his teeth, pulling it out and spitting the wrapper to the side. He slid it on with expertise, and I laid back, spreading my legs and smiling at him.

I was about to say something cheeky, but he lined himself up and pushed his entire length inside me in a single thrust. I let out a long low moan, as he took a shuddering breath. Some of the frantic energy he’d had left him in that moment. It was almost like he’d needed to be inside me. Now that he was, nothing else mattered. He looked like he could have nutted in two seconds and still been happy. He lasted longer than that, of course, taking several long, slow, full strokes before he lifted my hips up and, with very little warning, began to fuck me fast and fierce. I wasn’t aware of making a noise, but my throat felt like I was screaming. Without being aware of doing it, my arms were out at my side, grabbing either side of the mattress for dear life in a desperate attempt to stabilize myself.

Ryan’s breathing got irregular and he pulled free, letting my hips drop to the mattress as he ripped the condom off, jacking off furiously until he shot a roped of hot cum over me, then another, and another. He collapsed back on the bench seat, wheezing and still pumping his hand over his cock fruitlessly. As his arm finally fell limply to the side, a silence fell over the van. I asked Chris for any napkins, and he gestured to a stack between the front seats. I tenderly made my way into the front seat, grabbing a handful of fast food napkins and began dabbing myself clean. I talked with Chris a bit as I cleaned, not caring that I was naked talking to a complete stranger. He’d seen me, at least partially, getting wildly fucked. Any modesty was gone. He didn’t say much, but seemed to like to listen, even over Ryan’s snores from the backseat. When I caught him glancing over at my tits several times throughout the conversation, I took his hand and placed it on my tit, and he seemed happy to squeeze it. Between that and the peaceful silence that overcame the van every time I stopped talking, I slowly drifted into silence, then off to sleep.

I slept for most of the drive back, with Chris nudging me awake when we were a few miles from my exit so that I could get dressed. I moved around the van stiffly, the pains of getting wildly fucked had already settled in. I picked up the napkins that I’d used to clean myself, stuffing them into a spare plastic bag, then pulled on my skirt, zipping it up, and pulled on what was left of my shirt, tying it off under my tits. It was a cheap shirt anyway. I left my bra and panties, both hidden in some dark corner of the van, but grabbed my purse, looking through it to make sure everything was there, slipping out my phone. I sent a text to a friend telling him where to pick me up, and he said he was on the way. I went back to the front seat and sat with Chris, directing him to where he could drop me off, at a gas station just off the interstate. We sat there in silence, Ryan still snoring, until I saw my friend’s familiar car pull in. I leaned in and gave Chris a kiss on the cheek, thanking him for being a gentleman while I was asleep. He told me it was no problem. I told him to thank Ryan when he woke up, and he promised he would.

I slid out of the van carefully, wincing a bit. I caught the eye of an older man, the only person at the gas station at that hour, who chuckled and smiled knowingly, but didn’t say anything. I waved, and he waved back, and I watched the white panel van pull out and get back on the interstate before I climbed into my friend’s car, pulling the door shut and almost immediately falling asleep again.