My husband and I had kept our house on the market for what felt like forever, and at last we had made it through the exhausting process of selling it. Our new place was roughly 120 miles away on the Lanchester coast, and it was a move we were both genuinely excited about. We were both thirty-six. I worked from home, while Ste worked as a truck driver, which meant he was usually away on the road from Monday through Friday.
Moving day finally arrived. I had spent the morning organizing boxes, taping them shut, and making sure everything was ready for the removal company. Then Ste appeared, looking unusually sheepish.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
He shifted nervously before admitting, “Work just called. They want me to take a load down to London.”
“Are you serious?” I snapped. “Tell them no. They know we’re moving today.”
“Look, hun, they’re desperate,” he replied, trying to calm me down. “Everything’s packed, and we’ve hired the movers to handle the heavy lifting. I promise I’ll be back tomorrow.”
I was furious. After everything I had already done to prepare, I could hardly believe he was leaving me to deal with the move alone. I glared at him and said, “Fine. Go to work and leave me to sort everything out, like usual.”
“I know it’s terrible timing, but I have to work,” he shouted as he grabbed his coat.
He tried to kiss me goodbye, but I was too angry even to look at him. I turned away and walked off, already in a terrible mood. Once Ste had gone, I checked the time, still fuming, then took a quick shower to freshen up. It was warm outside, so I put on a light white summer dress and went back to finishing the last of the packing.
A short while later, a large moving truck reversed onto the driveway. That must be the removal crew, I thought. I watched as three men climbed out and made their way toward the front door. I hurried downstairs to let them in.
I hurried downstairs to open the door and found three men standing outside. Two appeared to be in their early 60s, and noticeably overweight, while the third looked no older than eighteen and was slim.
“Hello, miss,” one of the older men said with a grin. “I’m Jed from the removal company. This is Jim,” he added, pointing to the man beside him, “and this is Sam.” He gestured toward the younger worker.
I was still in a foul mood because of everything involving Ste, but I let them in and showed them how much needed to be moved. Before long, they began loading the lorry. The sheer scale of the job weighed on my mind, and their careless handling only made things worse. They banged boxes against walls, dragged items across the floor, and treated my belongings as though they were indestructible.
Then I saw Jed actually throw one of my boxes into the back of the lorry. That was the final straw.
“What the hell are you doing?” I shouted. “Couldn’t you be a little more careful?”
“Sorry, miss, but we’re in a hurry,” he replied with an irritating grin.
I bit my lip angrily and turned away. “You fat prick,” I muttered under my breath.
Once most of the boxes had been loaded, they moved on to the larger items—the sofas, beds, and other heavy furniture. They had been working for several hours when all three men took a break in the back garden. They sat around laughing and joking while I remained inside the kitchen, still tense and frustrated.
Then I heard Jed speaking.
“Fuck, she’s a bit of a bitch, isn’t she?” he said with a laugh. “Good job she’s so stunning, though, or I would’ve said something when she bollocked me earlier.”
Jim joined in. “Yeah, you can definitely tell she’s a bitch. But fuck, she has an incredible body. And that dress she’s wearing…”
“I bet she isn’t even wearing panties under it,” Jed said, laughing. “Stuck-up bitch.”
Jim laughed. “No way. She’s too uptight and posh not to wear panties. But I reckon she’s wearing a thong or something like that.”
I could hardly believe what I was hearing. For a moment, I wanted to go outside and confront them again, especially given the mood I was already in. Instead, I stayed where I was, stunned by the way they were talking about me.
“Stuck-up bitch,” I muttered. “I’m definitely not that.” Then I frowned at the rest of what they had said. “No panties? Who the hell do they think I am?”
Their comments made me angrier by the second.
A fresh burst of laughter came from the garden.
“She needs a good fucking. That’d loosen her up,” Jed said. He pulled his shorts tightly against himself as he spoke.
I instinctively glanced toward the window in disbelief and gasped when I noticed the obvious outline beneath his shorts. It appeared large and visibly pronounced.
“Yeah, that would sort the stuck-up bitch out,” Jim boasted. “We could tag-team her.” He made a similar crude gesture with his own shorts.
I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. The outline was unmistakable, and I swallowed hard, shocked by how openly they were behaving.
I watched more closely and noticed Sam’s face turning red. He looked deeply uncomfortable, something both older men seemed to notice.
“What’s wrong, lad?” Jed teased. “There have to be some perks to doing this miserable job. If you can’t perv on a hot customer like that stuck-up bitch, then what’s the point?”
Sam nodded nervously, clearly unsure how to respond.
“Come on,” Jed said, getting to his feet. “Let’s crack on before she comes outside and shouts at us again.”
I stepped away from the window, shocked and furious, just as they began walking back inside.
“Okay, miss,” Jed said when he entered. “I think the couches should go next.”
I glared at him. “Yeah, whatever you think,” I replied coldly.
As he turned away, I discreetly glanced down and noticed that the outline beneath his shorts was still obvious. He appeared aroused as he casually stood there, scratching himself before returning to work.
I walked into the living room, but only a few minutes later I heard a loud crash. I rushed back in and found my mirror lying shattered across the floor.
“What the fuck?” I shouted. “That was my mirror! How stupid are you?”
“Sorry,” Jed replied. “It was an accident. Things like this happen in this job.”
His lack of concern made me even angrier.
“What do you mean, things like this just happen? If you weren’t such a clumsy fat prick, it wouldn’t have happened!” I yelled.
Jed simply smiled and looked at me. “Well, you can either deal with it or call the company and ask them to reimburse you. Either way, we’ve still got a job to do.”
He and Jim continued lifting one of the couches out of the room while I stormed away to find a bag. Still fuming, I got down on my hands and knees and began collecting the broken pieces of glass and mirror.
By the time the second couch had been loaded, Jed came back inside and told me the lorry was full.
I stared at him in disbelief. “Already? Look at how much stuff is still left.”
“The lorry’s full. There’s nothing I can do about that,” he replied with another grin. “We’ll have to finish the rest tomorrow.”
I scowled at him. “Fine. I suppose we’ll have to, won’t we?” I huffed. “I’ll follow you to the new house and let you in.”
Then I suddenly remembered that I didn’t have the car. Ste had taken it to work. I explained the problem to Jed, hoping he might have another solution.
“Well, you’ll just have to ride in the lorry with us, won’t you?” he said, smiling. “Company policy says the customer has to be present for both loading and unloading.”
I looked at him, completely deflated. “You seriously expect me to sit in that lorry for 120 miles?” I asked, frowning.
“Rules are rules,” he said cheerfully. “You’d better grab your bag.”
Still annoyed, I went into the kitchen, picked up my bag, and headed outside. The lorry had three seats in the front, and Jed was already sitting in the driver’s seat.
“Okay, then. Where exactly am I supposed to sit?” I asked, holding my hands up.
“Back here,” he said, pointing behind the seats with a smile.
I climbed up and found a small bed-like space. “Are you serious?” I asked, staring at it.
“It’s that or nothing, so hurry up and get in,” he said, grinning.
Reluctantly, I climbed inside and sat down. Calling it cramped would have been an understatement. The space was tight, uncomfortable, and filled with the sounds and smells of the lorry. About two hours into the journey, I still couldn’t believe the situation I had ended up in, trapped in a lorry with two older men and an eighteen-year-old named Sam.
Suddenly, an alarm went off, making me jump. “What was that?” I asked.
Jed laughed. “You really don’t want to know.”
“Seriously, what was it?” I asked again, growing more concerned.
“Well, love,” Jed said with another laugh, “that was the truck telling me I’ve only got thirty minutes of driving time left for today.”
“So what does that mean?” I asked.
“Basically, it means we’ll have to pull into a service station and spend the night there.”
My chin nearly hit the floor. “You’re joking, right? Why can’t Jim take over?”
Jed grinned. “Because Jim doesn’t have a license to drive a lorry.”
“You’ve got to be kidding!” I shouted.
“No, we’re still seventy miles away, so there’s no way we’ll make it tonight. We’ll have to sleep in the lorry and carry on in the morning.”
Literally as he said it, we passed a sign announcing that services were only four miles ahead.
“Perfect!” Jed shouted.
I was completely gobsmacked and still trying to process what was happening. Within minutes, Jed steered the wagon into the service area and parked up.
“Home for the night,” he said with a grin. “Let’s go and get some food and drinks for the evening.”
I still couldn’t believe he was serious, but I had to admit that he clearly was. He and Jim climbed out of the lorry, followed by Sam.
“You coming or not?” Jed called.
Reluctantly, I got out. “Okay, Jed, are you seriously saying we’re staying here for the night?” I asked.
“Honestly, love, yes. You’d better get used to the idea,” he replied with a grin.
I followed them into the service-station shop and watched as Jed and Jim picked up a case of beer.
“Wait, what are you doing? You can’t drink—you’re driving tomorrow,” I said with a frown.
“Don’t worry. I’ll be fine by morning. If I were you, I’d definitely get a bottle of wine to help you through the night,” he said, grinning.
The reality of spending the night in a lorry finally sank in. Before long, I picked up a bottle of wine and pushed it into his arms.
Before I knew it, we were back at the lorry. Jed and Jim cracked open cans and tossed one to Sam. Then Jed smiled and handed me a glass. I took it, opened the wine, and poured myself a drink. After about an hour, I had relaxed a little. Darkness was settling outside, and Jed looked over at me with a smile.
“So, what do you think of your first night trucking?” Jim asked with a grin.
“Yeah, brilliant—exactly how I imagined spending my evening,” I replied, forcing a grin.
“Well, we could always play a game of poker to make the night a little more interesting.”
I glanced at him. “Sure, anything to chase away the boredom,” I said with a smile. “Although I should warn you, I’m not very good.”
Jed smiled as he pulled a deck of cards from somewhere in the cab and began dealing. After two games, the atmosphere had completely changed. What had started as a dull, unexpected evening at a service station had become strangely enjoyable, and I was beginning to relax. My bottle of wine was nearly empty, and I could feel the pleasant effects beginning to catch up with me.
Jim leaned back with a mischievous smile. “Why don’t we make this game a little more interesting?”
I looked at him suspiciously. “And how exactly could we do that?”
“Strip poker!” he announced, cracking open another can of Stella. My cheeks immediately flushed, while Jed began cheering and laughing beside him.
I shot Jim a skeptical look. “Yeah, right—in your dreams,” I said with a grin. “There’s no way I’m taking my clothes off in front of two older guys and an eighteen-year-old.” I laughed, hoping that would end the discussion.
“Come on, don’t be such a spoil sport,” Jim insisted. Jed joined in, both of them trying to persuade me, but I continued shaking my head.
They kept negotiating, eventually suggesting that I only remove my clothes down to my underwear. “How about that?” Jed asked with an encouraging smile.
I shook my head again. “Absolutely not.”
“What if we get you another bottle of wine?” Jim called out.
I looked at him, grinning awkwardly after all the questions and teasing. To my complete surprise, I finally gave in. “Okay, okay, I’ll play—but I’m not taking off my underwear, you dirty perverts,” I said, trying to sound more confident than I felt.
Their eyes lit up as I poured the last drops from my bottle. “Well, go on, then,” I said with a reluctant grin.
At that, they both hurried out of the cab like excited children, leaving me alone with a visibly embarrassed Sam. A few minutes later, the cab door swung open, and they climbed back inside carrying another bottle of wine.
“Let’s get started, then,” Jim shouted as Jed hurriedly dealt the cards.
“Wait a second,” I said, suddenly realizing how unfair the rules were. “I’ve only got this dress left to take off.”
“Fine,” Jim called back. He tugged his T-shirt over his head and tossed it aside. Jed followed suit, then shouted across the room for Sam to do the same. I glanced at Sam. He looked even more uneasy about the whole game than I felt, but after a moment of hesitation, he finally removed his shirt.
I still couldn’t believe I had agreed to this ridiculous idea. Outside the window, evening was settling in and the sky was beginning to darken. I picked up my cards and tried to focus. If I didn’t want to lose my dress, I was going to have to play as carefully as I could.
The game continued, and, to my relief, Jim was the first to lose. He stood up with a grin and lowered his shorts.
I tried not to stare, but I couldn’t help smiling when I saw that he was wearing a grubby pair of white Y-front briefs. I stole a discreet glance and immediately noticed that they looked rather full, with the unmistakable outline of his cock visible beneath the fabric. My face grew warm. What on earth had I gotten myself into?
The cards were dealt again, and I felt myself blushing as the next round began. My heart was beating faster at the thought of losing, but luck was on my side once more. This time, Jed lost. With an exaggerated sigh, he jumped to his feet and dropped his shorts.
To my amusement, he was wearing an equally old-fashioned pair of Y-fronts. He seemed completely unfazed as he gathered the cards and dealt the next hand.
To my amazement, Jim lost again and stood up. I stared at him, completely gobsmacked. Surely he wasn’t actually going to do what I thought, I wondered, as he tugged down his Y-fronts with a mischievous smile.
“What the fuck?” I muttered as his cock slipped free. I couldn’t help but look, and I was taken aback by its size. It swung freely between his legs.
Jed dealt the next game while Jim sat back down like normal. I was starting to feel nervous; I hadn’t expected the game to go this far.
Jed lost the next round. He stood up and immediately followed Jim’s example, pulling down his underpants. His large, thick cock swung free, and I gasped in shock.
The next loser was Sam. Reluctantly, he pulled down his shorts, leaving himself in his boxers. Then, to everyone’s surprise, he lost again. Every eye turned toward him as he realized he would have to remove the last layer as well.
“Come on, you soft prick,” Jed laughed. “What’s wrong? Have you got a little one?” he teased.
Sam hesitated, clearly embarrassed, before reluctantly lowering his boxers. I was stunned by what was revealed, his cock was massive. I bit my lip in amazement, struggling to find the right words.
Jed dealt the cards again, watching me with a grin. “It’s just you now,” he said.
But as the game continued, my luck finally ran out, and I lost the round.
Jed and Jim cheered as they turned their attention toward me.
“Take that dress off—you lost,” Jed said with a laugh.
My heart was pounding as I nervously stood. I glanced out the window and noticed several lorries parked nearby with their lights on.
“What about them?” I asked, gesturing toward the trucks.
“Don’t worry about them, love. They won’t see anything,” Jed replied with a reassuring grin.
I could hardly believe I was actually going through with it. Slowly, I reached for the straps of my dress and let it slide down to the floor. The three men’s eyes widened when they saw my white bra and matching cotton thong.
“Fucking hell, what a body!” Jed exclaimed.
I quickly silenced him with a playful grin before sitting back down.
“Okay, truth or dare next!” Jim announced. Before I could object, Jed dealt another hand of cards. Jim lost and immediately turned toward me.
“What?” I asked, grinning.
“Ask me: truth or dare,” he instructed.
“Truth or dare?” I asked, pouring myself another glass of wine.
“Dare,” he replied with a mischievous smile.
I glanced around, briefly at a loss. “What could I possibly dare you to do? I have no idea. Believe it or not, I’ve never played this game in the middle of a service station with three strangers before.”
“Come on,” Jed said with a laugh. “Think of something.”
I pretended to search my mind, then smiled. “Fine. I dare you to go outside and walk over to that lamppost completely naked.”
Jim laughed. “Seriously? I can do that.”
The atmosphere inside the lorry immediately became charged as Jim stood. Once again, I noticed his impressive cock again, as he made his way toward the door.
He hurried across to the lamppost and began doing star jumps. I could hardly believe he was actually carrying out the dare.
A few seconds later, he jogged back, laughing and full of energy, then opened another can. Jed dealt the cards again, and the game continued. This time, I lost. Jed looked at me with an amused expression.
“Truth or dare?” he asked.
By now, I was more than tipsy. After a moment’s hesitation, I called out, “Dare.”
“Alright,” Jed said, his grin widening. “I dare you to get all of us aroused and then find out who’s the biggest.”
Heat rushed to my face. “What?” I blurted out, certain I had misheard him.
“That’s your dare,” he replied, clearly delighted by my shocked expression.
Jim immediately joined in, encouraging him. “It’s a dare. You have to go through with it.”
I looked from one man to the next, completely stunned. “And how exactly am I supposed to do that?” I asked, attempting to laugh away my embarrassment.
“Use your hand,” Jed said with a suggestive smile. “I know you’re married.”
I shook my head, unable to believe the direction the evening had taken. After a long sigh, I gave in. “Fine. Who’s first?”
“Me!” Jed called out without hesitation.
I took a generous drink of wine, shifted closer to him, and reached out, still amazed that I was actually accepting the challenge. I began stroking him, and he felt surprisingly heavy in my hand. Within minutes, he was fully aroused and appeared even larger than I had expected.
“Me next!” Jim shouted.
I moved over to him and took hold of him. Once again, he felt substantial, and he responded quickly. He was large as well, and I couldn’t ignore the fact that the situation was beginning to affect me too.
At last, I turned toward Sam. Even before he was fully aroused, he already looked larger than the others. As I touched him, he reacted almost immediately. I bit my lip when I saw his size; he was enormous, with a pronounced curve that made him especially striking.
“So, who’s the biggest?” Jed called out, tossing me a tape measure.
I took another sip of wine before stepping over to measure him. When I checked the result, I gasped—it was just over nine inches.
Next, I measured Jim. He came in at ten inches, though he was noticeably thicker—so much so that the difference was almost startling.
Finally, I measured Sam. I had already suspected he would be the largest just from looking at him, and the tape confirmed it: nearly twelve inches.
“Wow,” I murmured.
“Wow, you all have big cocks—” I began, but I stopped myself too late. Their laughter immediately echoed through the lorry.
“They’d probably get even bigger if you used your mouth,” Jed teased.
My cheeks grew even warmer. “In your dreams,” I shot back, trying to sound more confident than I actually felt.
“We should get some sleep. Tomorrow’s going to be a busy day,” I said, attempting to steer the conversation elsewhere.
Jed laughed and grinned. “It’s worth a try.”
“So, where are we sleeping?” I asked.
Jed moved around the lorry and pointed toward the bed, which was barely wider than a standard single bed. “Two of us can sleep in here, and the other two can use the seats,” he explained with a grin.
“Well, I’m definitely sleeping in the bed,” I said, grinning back.
“Fine,” he replied, “but I’m getting in with you, seeing as I’m the one driving tomorrow.”
“Fine, but if you touch me, you’ll be sorry.”
“Don’t worry. You might feel my cock pressing against your back, but that’s all.”
With that, we head to bed, and Jed shuffles in beside me, still naked. I must have drifted off, because the next thing I know, I suddenly feel his heavy arm wrap around me. I remain quiet and still, waiting to see what happens. His hand moves slowly down toward my hips and then settles over my bum. I gasp silently as his hand massages my cheeks.
A moment later, his hand shifts to the front of my thong. I gasp again, barely making a sound, as he slips a finger underneath the fabric and rubs against my pussy.
“OMG,” I think, completely shocked. Then he gently grabs my hand and places it on his throbbing cock. I can’t believe what’s happening. I don’t flinch or move away; instead, I pretend to stay asleep. His finger continues rubbing my clit, and I become wetter by the second.
I don’t know what to do, but I can feel myself becoming aroused. His finger finds my soaking hole, and he begins fingering me. OMG, I think, I’m literally being fingered by a fat old man in a lorry parked in the middle of a service station. My thoughts race as he gently parts my legs. What is he going to do next? I gasp silently as he shuffles closer. Without hesitation, he starts rubbing the length of his cock against my soaking pussy.
OMG, I thought this was insane. I pretended to stir in my sleep and moved one leg over his hips in a bold move before casually falling still again.
The movement gave him much better access, and he quickly took advantage of it. He continued rubbing the length of his cock against my pussy, and it felt amazing and big. Would he dare try to put it in me? I wondered. Would this naughty old man try to fuck me with his massive cock? I lay there perfectly still, listening as his breathing grew heavier. He was wanking his cock while teasing my pussy with it. One of his hands moved up my back, unhooked my bra strap, and gently pulled it away, exposing my tits. I gasped silently again as he cupped my boob and tweaked my nipple.
I could feel him stroking his cock harder, and that was when I felt warm cum splash over my pussy. OMG, he had just cummed on me, I gasped silently. I couldn’t believe it—the dirty old twat had just cummed on me. he gently tugged my thong back into place before moving away. i lay there stunned, aware that the fabric was soaking up his cum. i still couldn’t believe what had happened.
anyway, i must have fallen back to sleep until the sound of trucks revving up and truckers chatting woke me. i checked the time; it was 6 in the morning. i turned toward jed, who looked as though he’d only just woken up and was stretching. suddenly, he kicked off the covers, revealing his naked body. that was when i remembered i wasn’t wearing a bra, and he was staring straight at my Baer breasts.
i glanced around and saw the other 2 waking and stretching too. before long, they noticed my naked tits as well. i quickly found my bra and pulled my dress back on. i felt so dirty in yesterday’s clothes, and i looked as though i’d been dragged through a hedge.
“Come on, I really need to use the bathroom. You can buy me a coffee,” I said with a grin. “Then we can get back on the road.”
The three of them stood up, and I couldn’t help taking in the sight of their huge naked cocks one last time. It had definitely been a night I wasn’t going to forget. Once we were all dressed, we headed into the service station.
i hurried to the bathroom for a quick pee. When I pulled down my panties, they were practically stuck to me after Jed had come on me the night before. They were covered in his stains, and I couldn’t help grinning at the reminder. As I pulled them back up, my head was spinning. The thought of walking around in public wearing a thong covered in another man’s cum made me feel incredibly naughty.
We climbed back into the lorry and set off again.
Wondering where Ste was, I grabbed my phone and noticed I had a message. He had promised he would be back today, so I opened it, only to see that it was from him.
“Hun, I know I said I’d be back today, but my lorry broke down, so I’m going to be out another night. How’s the moving going? All finished, I suspect.”
I was so pissed off all over again. “That’s fine. Like usual, leave me to do everything. And no, the moving isn’t finished. I had to sleep in a lorry with three men last night because you’ve got the car,” I messaged back.
🤣🤣 He soon replied. “No way! I’m so sorry. Were they nice to you?”
“Well, actually, yes, they were,” I replied.
i was absolutely pissed off with him, and part of me wanted to wind him up more, by telling him the truth—that i had played strip poker with them just to see how he would react. but in the end, i decided not to.
“Good, that’s good then. where did you all sleep? i bet it must have been cozy, 🤣🤣.”
“very cozy. i had to sleep in the bunk, wearing only my underwear, right next to the driver—and he was a fat, smelly one at that,” i replied.
“Omg, in your underwear? what kind of underwear, like a thong?” he asked.
“Yes, a thong. what else could i do?” i replied.
i could tell it was really pissing him off, but he deserved it after leaving me in that situation.
“well, i hope he had clothes on,” he replied.
“Just his Y-fronts,” i replied, smiling as i waited for his reaction.
“Y fronts? 🤣🤣 omg.”
“I know, and they definitely didn’t do much to contain his package, if you know what i mean.” I paused briefly, wondering whether i should actually send that, but then i smiled and pressed send.
literally seconds later, he replied.
“Err, what the fuck? i know what you mean, but why were you looking?” he replied.
“🤣🤣 because i was stuck in a tiny cab, and let’s just say it was almost impossible not to notice it,” i replied, smirking.
he didn’t reply for several minutes.
“well, at least you’ll be finished today, and again, i’m sorry i wasn’t there to help out.”
we finally pulled up outside the new house.
part 2 to follow
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