I had heard the whispers, considering it had only been a week, I hadn't expected it this soon.
I wondered who had talked, despite all of the promises that they would keep it between themselves, I knew this would happen.
I knew that one or maybe even all of them would eventually talk about it and that the story would get out.
Guys were all the same.
But to tell the truth, it kind of excited me to know that people knew. I had enjoyed every second of it and I would do it again if the opportunity came up.
When the guys from work gave me those long stares as I walked by, I couldn't help but to feel turned on. I could feel my nipples hardening and rising against the thin fabric of my blouse and the warm dampness between my legs. Since it happened, I felt liberated. I had rarely worn underwear since then, I was loving the feeling of excitement with nothing between me and the world except for my clothes, it almost made me moan out loud.
Up until it happened, I was a pretty but otherwise kind of ordinary divorced single mom with two boys, both away at college. I kept in shape, worked hard, and had been a relatively successful associate with our company.
We had a nice house and we were comfortable, not rich, but middle class. The only real cost was my social life, despite many offers I hadn't dated much and my only sexual outlet was masturbating and watching porn, both of which I did a lot.
I thought back to that first night, just about a week ago and how everything seemed to fall together. It's amazing how quickly your life can change direction. Never in a million years could I have predicted what happened.
The morning had started out very snowy and cold, several of the local roads had been closed and we were scheduled to attend a trade show and conference in the city. I managed to get into work, my 4 x4 loved the snow and I was used to winter driving.
We lived in a coastal area and we always got more snow than places even just a few miles away. I figured that things would improve the more inland we got especially closer to the city. I was all bundled up in my parka, hat, mitts and had my overnight bag and was ready to go when the company bus showed up. I waited in my warm car, when the mini-bus finally arrived and I saw other people following it into the parking lot.
I watched my four figures, all of whom were similarly dressed in winter gear. One by one they each headed to the rented mini-bus. I made my way over to the bus through the wind and snow and climbed in.
My boss said, "Merina, glad you made it."
The three other guys all nodded, still bundled up, reluctant to take their coats off, even though the bus driver had the heaters on full blast.
I asked, "Is this it?"
"Nancy, Mary, Liz, and John, all bailed because of the weather. How do the rest of you feel? Do you still want to head out?" My boss asked.
The bus driver said that he was game and it was just some snow, the weather radar showed the city, about a 90-minute drive was in the clear. Everyone else agreed it would be okay, as I did I. I actually felt kind of relieved because with so many people not coming, that I wouldn't have to share a hotel room in the city. My little pussy tingled for the first time, excited that I would be able to sleep naked in a strange hotel room. I pushed that thought away for the time being and tried not to smile.
A few minutes later the bus driver pulled out of the parking lot and onto the highway. Everyone took a seat and as the heater worked its magic, gradually everyone stowed their hats, mitts, and finally their heavy coats.
At 41, I was the second youngest of the group. Peter my boss, was the oldest at almost 60. He was in good shape, married, with three daughters, all in their twenties. Ross, I guessed was in his mid-to late 40's; he was also married and had two daughters, both in their late teens. Ross was in average shape with the start of a muffin top that he did his best to hide. Brian was in his thirties and new to the company, he was married but had no kids. Brian was in good shape. Barry, who was the bus driver was about the same age as Peter, was handsome in a rugged older man kind was way.
I thought about my situation, I was the smallest and the only woman in the group. At 5.3 and 105 pounds, I looked even smaller around these guys, who were all over 6'. My little 34 x 24 x 35 frame was toned from lots of yoga, jogging, and healthy eating. Knowing that I could change in the city, I was wearing jeans, an oversized sweater, and my blonde hair was in a pony tail.
About 40 minutes into the trip, as my mind idled in neutral watching the blowing snow, it drifted somehow to my situation as the only woman with 4 handsome men. Lately I had been watching more videos about women having sex with multiple guys and my pussy tingled again as I thought about the possibilities. I realized Barry was talking and it forced my little daydream into the background.
"Folks, the storm is getting stronger, I think we will be fine, but I just want to make sure you keep an eye on things in case I have to swerve or stop suddenly," Barry said, looking up and seemingly staring and smiling at me.
I smiled at that, people said I was pretty, but I always thought of myself as average in a "girl-next-door" way. Those same people couldn't believe I was over forty and usually said I could pass for someone ten years younger. I always dressed kind of conservatively and unconsciously always hid my body under formless clothes, while I was at work. I liked sex and feeling sexy, but at work, I had always kept my relationships professional. What I was wearing today revealed more of my body than what they would normally see.
For many years I had devoted myself to my boys and building up my career, but I thought again about how my private life had suffered. It just was that I didn't have time for a relationship and the baggage that went along with it, although I almost laughed when I thought about how much porn I watched and how each night I couldn't wait to masturbate myself silly.
When I packed my overnight bag last night, my handy vibrator and some lube, along with a new sexy merry widow was packed in with my business clothes. Today, there was nothing beneath my tight jeans and loose sweater, other than me. As I shifted in the bus seat, I felt the seam of my jeans rub up against my shaved little pussy and a small moan escaped, silently I hoped, from my lips.
Fortunately, no one looked up and as they busily worked on their laptops or phones and the bus driver seemed more focused on the road than he did on me.
I took out my laptop and began working away as well and I was so focused on my work that I was oblivious to everything going on around me, it wasn't until I felt the bus lurch and slow that I knew that there was a problem.
Peter said, "Barry, what's wrong?"
"The snow is drifting pretty hard and according to the radio, the storm is moving inland." Barry replied as he kept both hands on the steering wheel.
"Where are we?" Peter asked.