A burst tire

Abbie blinked dazedly as Gus flicked on the internal lights of the minibus. Fortunately for old Abe Prescott, she had provided a soft landing for him as they were both thrown forward by the suddenly breaking bus.

“You all okay back there?” growled Gus from the front.

The teenaged care worker examined herself. Well, she had Abe’s sticky white cum splattered in her thick dark hair and over the lenses of her glasses. The same Abe Prescott had his face pressed into her tight sweater, between her large breasts, as he lay across her with his trousers round his ankles. His softening cock was dribbling a line of sperm down her thigh. But other than that, she was alright.

“You okay, Abe?” she inquired of the old man. He groaned in response and struggled to lift himself slowly off of her. The teenager supported him as best she could, whilst still unable to get out from under him herself. Abe stumbled unsteadily backwards and dropped himself into the seat that Abbie herself had been sitting in. Abbie remained on the floor for a moment , gathering her thoughts as she leaned against the back of the driver’s seat occupied by Gus.

“How are the rest of you?” she inquired at length. The other seven old men in the back of the minibus mumbled that they were dazed but okay.

“All the better for seeing that those gorgeous legs are unharmed,” remarked Frank Rosen, drawing cheers from the others. Self-consciously, Abbie tugged at her too small miniskirt and blushed furiously. The eighteen year old could feel Abe’s jizz drying on her cheek.

“What happened there, Gus?” asked Abbie, rapidly changing the subject.

The answer came in a burst of expletives, wherein Gus revealed that a tire that was supposed to have been checked that afternoon had burst here on a country lane in the middle of nowhere; that the spare wheel, that was a legal requirement, was not fitted, which meant they couldn’t call a repair crew, for fear of prosecution; that he could get one of the night staff to take a wheel off the other minibus and bring it over; but that this would take a good couple of hours; that they were therefore unlikely to be going to the strip club tonight.

The was an audible grown at this, though the pensioners had sat stoically through the first part.

Gus shrugged and made the call, whilst Abbie wondered how she was going to entertain a bus full of old geezers, who had been expecting to go to a strip club.