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Arizona sun
The Arizona sun pounds down as I speed across endless
miles of blacktop. The car is overheating, I have turned
the air-conditioning off, I am melting in the steam bath
that has become this journey. Empty bottles of soda and
ice tea litter the passenger seat, a silent testament to
the mass consumption of liquid that has occurred since
this day began.
A sign ahead promises salvation, Gas 30 miles . I want
to push the engine, speed towards the promise of relief,
but I know that the car will not handle any more. The
thin cotton of my sun dress clings to the sweat dampened
skin of my body. My long hair is a riot of damp curls,
that I have pulled mercilessly up in a pony tail in a
vain attempt to cool my neck. I scold myself - I should
have peed at the hotel, I should have believed the sign
I saw six hours ago that warned "Last Gas for 300
miles",
I see the dust cloud on the horizon of the flat alien
landscape that I am traveling. As I draw closer, I see a
structure, straight out of a bad black and white movie.
The building is the color of the desert dust that
encompasses it, there is one lone pump sitting in the
middle of the gravel parking lot. I slow the car and
coast to a halt in front of the pump. Peeling my damp
body of the leather seats, I exit the car just in time
to meet the attendant. He blends in with his
environment. Tall and lean and dusty in faded blue cover
alls. I give him my best east coast smile, and ask for
the key to the ladies bathroom. He smiles back and
replies, "No public bathroom here."
Little tremors of panic move through me.
"No Bathroom?" I repeat stupidly. "But I really need to
go, how far is it to the next gas station?"
150 miles.
"Where do you go to the bathroom?"
"In the employee's bathroom." He replies as if I am an
idiot.
"Well, can I use the employee's bathroom?"
"No Ma'am, you aren't an employee."
"Look, I can pay you if you let me use the bathroom."
A glimmer flickers through his eyes.
I take a fifty dollar bill out of my wallet.
"Fill me up and you can keep the change." I smile
letting just enough sexual bantering enter the
conversation to give him the illusion of control. He
unscrews the cap of the gas tank and carelessly shoves
the nozzle inside, his eyes never leaving me. As the
pump begins to click off the he moves towards me.
"I can think of something else I want more than
money..." He is whispering as he moves closer,
positioning himself between my legs. A feeling of
inevitability creeps into the situation. I will pay for
the use of his bathroom in a currency much older than
the paper I hold out to him.
With surprising gentleness he cups my ass cheeks and
lifts me back onto the hood of the scorching hot car.
Dirty mechanics hands spread my legs, as I try to
anticipate his next action. Firm callused fingers press
up against my panties, seeking out the tender clit that
will be his for the next few moments. His fingers move
slowly, languidly as if he has all the time in the
world. My hands find traction on the shiny metal, as I
brace my body for his perusal. I concentrate on the slow
clicks of the antiquated pump, as he strokes me, making
me wet and anxious.
His fingers slip inside my panties, pushing them aside,
baring my shaven cunt lips. Two fingers slip inside me
as he moans in surprise at the smooth skin he has found.
His free hand undoes the long zipper of his
coveralls...and I smile as I see he is naked underneath
them. His hard cock strains out of the fabric, and I
stare at it, mesmerized by the width of him. He is thick
like an old gnarled oak, and I almost cum at the thought
of his shaft inside me. His fingers tug up the light
fabric of my skirt bunching in above my waist, One hand
reaches up and pushes my torso back so I am laying flat
and open for his entrance. The other roughly tears the
fabric of my now sopping panties away.
The head of his cock parts the slick tunnel I have
waiting for him as his hand reaches up and palms my
puckered nipple through the almost nonexistent halter
top I am wearing. I move my legs further apart, trying
to ease the entrance for the elephant trunk between my
cunt lips. With a final wiggle and thrust he has buried
himself completely inside me. I expect - want him to
pound away. Instead he begins to press the pad of his
thumb against my clit. Over and over, pressure release,
pressure release.
Finally when I am squirming against him he begins to
encircle it, instinctively knowing the perfect rhythm
and tempo. My back arches up as the beginning of my
orgasm tightens all the muscles in my body. He chooses
that moment to begin fucking my cunt with ferocity that
shocks me. I am being split by a log, I can feel myself
being stretched beyond belief and still his thumb is
torturing my clit. My legs have gone numb, gasping,
mindless, I am coming so hard, Again he makes me cum and
I scream at him enough, but he is not through toying
with me.
Evil cramps wrack my body as he slams into my shaking
cum hole. I am losing control and I don't care. As I
thrash myself against the power of his cock, I feel my
urine gushing out of me, spraying him as he cums deep
inside me. It takes him a moment to realize what has
happened, he pulls his limp cock from its slippery nest
and looks down at the rapidly spreading dark spot on his
clothes. The look on his face is simply priceless as he
stares at me in disbelief. I hop down off the hood of
the car and walk to the pump, removing the nozzle.
As I get in the drivers side door I smile at his still
immobile form.
"I told you I really had to go. You should have believed
me."
I pull out in a cloud of dessert dust, wondering if the
next gas station will have a sink that I can get cleaned
up in.
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