As I pull into the gas station in Alex, my tank on 'E'. Tired from the drive, I couldn't believe I was in Chicago just this morning. The pump clicking as my tank hits full. Turning around, I pull the receipt from the machine; catching the eye of the cute blonde sitting in the car beside me.
I smile back politely, noticing her boyfriend... or husband pumping gas. As I people watch, I notice he's oogling the teenage tart who's putting gas into what is clearly her daddy's car.
Leaving the scene behind, I head into the gas station. One more bottle of Mountain Dew ought to get me to Fargo. But as I reach the door I notice a gaze on my back. Trying not to look too obviously, I turn my head; catching you as you check out my firm ass.
“Blue jeans, a guys best friend,” I laugh to myself as I step in. Walking around the small store, I pick up a couple of things: soda, chips, a candy bar. But I’m suddenly reminded that I have to pee. Stowing my snacks on the nearest shelf I walk to the bathroom, noticing as you open the door, your husband outside sitting in the car waiting.
As I reach out for the handle to the bathroom, I notice footsteps behind me. Thinking nothing of it I continue into the men’s room. As I pull my semi-erect penis out, a yellow arc of urine piddles into the toiled bowl. Giving it one shake, I zip up and turn around. As I open the stall door you stand before me. You look even better up close; my body registers that… upgrading my status to completely erect.
Suddenly, we embrace with lustful passion. My lips gently caressing yours as my hand holds your lower back, pulling you in closer to me; your hard nipples gently pressing into my chest. Pulling you up and into me, my lips cascade across your delicate neck teasing your senses; causing shivers to race down your spine.
Your hand absent-mindedly massages the growing bulge at the front of my pants as your tongue massages mine.
“Mmm, you smell so good.” I break the silence, sliding my hand up your shirt. As my fingers reach your perfect breasts you let out a soft whimper, my fingers delicately pinching your nipples while cupping your warm breasts.
“Shit, I gotta go.” You pull away. “Call me?” Your eyes plead for more.
“Not if you call me first, 701...367...22...85.” I smile, letting you run out the door.
By the time I reached the main lobby your car had gone, leaving only a trace of your delicious scent on my shirt. I paid for my snacks and was on my way.