Fill Me Up Please

I grew up in small town America, very small town in fact. Our population was less than one thousand, way less. A few historic buildings and only one stoplight gave our main street a touch of small town charm. The kind of charm that attracted much needed tourists to boost the local economy.

Nestled in a remote valley, the tiny town was surrounded by small family run farms. These farms melted into foothills that quickly became mountains rich with valuable timber.

Most locals who didn't farm worked as loggers or in the sawmill just outside of town. The hard physical labor required for these jobs added a rough and tumble element to balance the town's charm. Excessive alcohol consumption, cheating lovers, and bar brawls were common.

Rumors were spread as often as strawberry preserves, most untrue and all exaggerated. Everyone knew everybody else by nickname and were often related in some way. The typical town drunk and a sheriff everyone called by first name added the complete Mayberry effect.

Crimes like theft and robbery were unheard of and most people didn't bother to lock their cars or houses. It was a secluded and simple life, far from the big cities, where country people worked hard and played hard.

A two lane highway became main street at town limits then went back to being itself at the opposite town limit on its meandering journey. Tourists, travelers, and anyone passing through must have thought they had somehow stepped back in time.

We often overheard outsiders refer to us as country bumpkins, red necks, hill billies, or unintelligent, inbred, hicks. In fairness, those assumptions were generally correct to some degree when it came to the locals, myself included.

My family was large and we were poorer than most people. The small farm we had was managed ignorantly by my stepfather who lied as often as he was lazy. Chores kept my siblings and I busy before and after school and we didn't go to town very often. Sports and sleepovers with friends weren't possible and I was mostly a loner.

I finished school and took a job at a gas station in town as an attendant. It wasn't much but it allowed me to get a small apartment of my own and eventually a used car. I gave my mother any money I could to help my family make ends meet.

I often took lunch at the corner deli, the only deli in fact, where Jessica made good sandwiches. I knew her from school and soon found myself asking her out on a date. The movie theater had once again just opened under new ownership and I took her there on a Friday night.

Jessica was a looker with blond hair and green eyes. Having been involved in gymnastics most of her young life she was rewarded with the firm butt and muscled thighs like those of Olympic gymnasts on television.

We had graduated together and even though Jessica was eighteen, she still lived with her parents, thus obligated to follow their rules. She was not allowed to go to my apartment. Her curfew was extended until midnight however which made some sexual things in my car possible when parked atop lookout hill.

Seeing animals mate on the farm gave me some idea of how things went sexually. During our progressive make out sessions Jessica seemed to have an understanding of how sex happened as well. The truth of the matter however, is we were a couple of clueless kids who were not prepared in any way to engage in sex on the night we lost our virginity to each other.

I never had a male role model and sex was not talked about in those days except to discourage it. Even by age eighteen I didn't have a clue about the birds or the bees. I wont go into details of that night with Jessica, it was traumatic for both of us and messy as hell. It was the last time we dated as well.

It was painfully clear to me that my inexperience would be a problem when I attempted to have sex again. This realization was weighing heavily on my mind just as I encountered my next opportunity.

Compounding matters, it was with a woman more than twice my age. A hungry cougar that loved to dominate and devour young men in the filthiest ways possible. My sexual education was about to take a very giant leap.

The gas station where I worked was owned by an old man most knew only as crabby Cecil. Resistant to both change and technology his station was still full service just like most stations had been years ago throughout the country.

When a motorist pulled up to the pump the attendant would ask how much fuel they desired. While the tank was filling, the attendant would check air pressure in the tires, then raise the hood and check the engine oil. Lastly the attendant would clean the windshield before telling the driver what was owed and collect payment.

Cecil was a cranky old bastard but we managed to make things work between us. I like to think I was promoted to station manager after only three months because of my work ethic. However it could have been the case that a high turnover rate in a small town left no other candidates.

My duties increased far more than my pay did, but it was a move upward. The amount of paperwork was a full days work by itself at times but I quickly became more efficient. I continued to do the duties of attendant, pumping fuel, checking tire pressure and cleaning windshields because some days were so slow, I ran the station alone.

One afternoon an unfamiliar car pulled in and waited at the pump. The new kid I hired was fixing a flat tire in the shop so I took the customer for him. I approached the drivers window and was greeted by an attractive, middle aged woman. Her smile was both infectious and seductive as I asked her what she needed.

She was an exotic beauty dripping with sex appeal beyond belief. Just like the women in the magazines and movies I had recently viewed. Soon after the disaster that night with Jessica, I drove an hour each way to the next town along the highway. I purchased some pornographic magazines and videos at a liquor store hoping to get more educated sexually.

I admit, I also planned to masturbate as I learned and I made much progress with both goals despite my initial shock. Seeing nude people saying and doing such blatant sexual things without shyness or modesty was unbelievable at first.

Soon however the erotic scenes aroused me more than the nights I had fingered Jessica's tight virgin hole in the rear seat of my car, in total darkness. Feeling the wetness and heat as her lips swelled with arousal made me want to taste her but she adamantly refused simply because she was shy.

Looking at this erotic, older woman at my station in a tight, short, dress stirred my lust more than anything or anyone ever before. Her smooth olive skin was flawless and sensual. The wavy black hair falling past her shoulders contrasted sharply with perfect white teeth when she smiled. But what really grabbed me and made my knees feel weak were her eyes.

Eyes that were neither blue or gray but somehow both and had the sharpness of a raptors. Her voice, purring only four words with possible double meaning actually caused my swelling cock to twitch sharply as she said, "Fill me up please."

Her eagle eyes gave me a once over from head to toe so rapidly it was almost imperceptible. I set the pump, checked the tires, and proceeded to open the car hood in order to check the oil.

I was alarmed slightly when seemingly in one motion the car door flew open and the woman was suddenly standing beside me. Her athletic figure was sculpted perfectly and well toned. The long legs explained her ability to cover distance so quickly and made her seem tall but not imposing.

The red dress she had on failed to completely cover her round, and undoubtedly firm ass leaving an inch of each cheek exposed at the bottom.

I was unable to stop staring at her huge breasts that were pointed and as exotic as all her other parts. No bra was present to encourage shape or properly contain the firm rockets as they thrust upward stretching the tight dress to the maximum limit.

Hard, pointy nipples like spikes nearly pierced the tight dress fabric and a sprinkle of light brown freckles covered the visible cleavage.

Breaking the trance somehow and looking up, I was met with a smile and no perceptible anger for my rude ogling. In fact she thrust her chest forward slightly as she told me what she wanted.

She informed me she wanted to see the color of the engine oil while I checked the level. She wanted to determine how soon she would need to have the oil changed by assessing its color.

As I pulled the dipstick from it's mounted tube the woman raised her leg and put a foot on the cars bumper. I was bent over the front of the car allowing myself to get under the hood.

When I turned to show her the oil on the dipstick I was shocked. Right in front of me, inches from my face, in plain view, was a pair of black lacy panties. In fact, with her height, one foot raised to the bumper, and facing me almost directly made it impossible not to see right up her short dress.

Being young and naive to the ways of women and the world, I assumed the woman was very concerned about the state of her engine oil as she claimed to be and just didn't realize our physical positions put her crotch on display for me.

I felt the blood rush to my face and my cock in a powerful surge and immediately blushed beet red while my cock quickly began to throb. I was worried she was going to notice my arousal as I held up the dip stick for her to see.

Incredibly the woman took it from my hands and lowered it down below her waist and turned it each direction while squinting as if trying to get a better view of the oil with the aid of the sun's glare.

As I looked at the dip stick, I also looked past it seeing her sexy panties once again. I could even see through much of the lacy material and there wasn't a whole lot of material there to begin with.

As my cock reached its fully erect state my mind raced becoming conflicted. I felt guilty for looking between the woman's opened legs while she was unaware of the situation, yet I couldn't pass up such an opportunity. Besides, my eyes refused to look elsewhere.

I was taking advantage of the situation I admit, but I couldn't find a way to tell the woman I could see her privates in plain view. I decided to try and act as normal as possible and enjoy the show as long as I could.

She was rubbing a fingertip in the oil on the stick and began asking me several questions to get my opinion of the oil's condition. I struggled to focus as I noticed the slight shift she had made in her stance to see the oil better had allowed her panties to shift also.

I could now see a good portion of her dark labia that had slipped out the side of the lace. Her pussy was mostly shaved, having only a narrow black strip on the mound area. Unable to do anything else I pretended to be looking at the oil on the stick while attempting to answer her questions to the best of my ability.

The lips and folds of her pussy were dark, almost purple. I imagined how tantalizing it would be to spread them apart revealing the pink inner flesh. Her pussy was literally inches from my nose and I noticed a light, musky, feminine scent.

My body innately responded to her scent with what felt like my heart pumping a massive volume of blood directly into my fully erect cock making it throb and swell almost painfully as the skin was forced to stretch tighter than before.

There was a noticeably huge bulge in my pants and a quick glance downward caused more distress. The unmistakable outline of my clearly erect and uncircumcised cock was highly visible.

The sudden smell of pussy made me forget my dilemma because it was much more pungent than before. I wanted to move forward and stab my tongue deep into the pink center and get my my first taste of pussy.

Running out of possible questions regarding the engine oil the woman returned the dip stick to me as she lowered her foot from the cars bumper. The show was over but the throbbing in my cock continued to intensify.

I could not believe my luck as the woman returned to the drivers seat giving me a final view of her firm ass. Each ass cheek now exposed even more than before.

Still needing to clean her car's windshield and collect money for the fuel with no way to hide the worlds most pronounced erection had me feeling vulnerable and trapped. I felt my face blush as I took a squeegee from the soap bucket and paper towel from the dispenser.

Reaching the drivers side of the windshield, the woman asked me through the open driver's window for the fuel cost so she could begin writing the check. I told her the cost while noticing her eyes were staring intently where I hoped they wouldn't be.

Leaning over the hood to soap the windshield nearly caused my heart to explode in my chest and my eyes to pop out of my skull. The woman had slouched down somewhat and placed a bent leg on the seat to use her knee as backing for her checkbook as she filled out the check.

Her legs spread wide at the crotch also caused the short dress to bunch up at almost waist level. Once again I enjoyed a direct view of the first pussy I had ever seen in real life and in daylight.

To my delight the skimpy panties had somehow worked themselves dead center of everything splitting things more equal than a divorce court judge could manage on his best day.

Then they wedged themselves uncomfortably deep by my guess, resulting in what looked like a reversed thong gone wrong situation. Topping things off from my perspective, I could now see every fleshy fold of her huge pussy lips clearly.

Despite this being the first real life pussy I had ever seen, I paid close attention to the magazines and videos when female parts were displayed. With nothing other than a clean windshield to obstruct my view, I noted some changes besides the migrating panties.

All the dark folds and flaps of long stretchy lips had swollen slightly allowing me to see the beginning of the pink inner flesh in several places along their length.

There were also shiny spots of moisture where the woman's arousal was causing the juices from deep inside to ooze past the panties that were buried deep in her slit and undoubtedly sopping wet.

I slowly washed the windshield hoping to prolong the show while also fearing that at any moment the woman would notice my staring and scratch my eyes out or have me arrested. Seeing her pussy in this state of arousal made my cock ache as it strained to burst through my pants.

I often feel foolish now when I look back to that day. I was genuinely so naive that I felt guilty for looking at this innocent woman's most private parts while she was unknowingly exposing them. I even considered my erection may have caused her arousal in a way that was unwanted or unintended.

It was clear she not only noticed my condition, but also made no effort to hide her interest as she stared blatantly every chance she could while filling in the check. There was no doubt she was enjoying the view just as much as I was.

In my mind I just couldn't imagine anyone having the nerve to purposely expose themselves to a complete stranger so explicitly while pretending to be totally unaware. Not without consuming large amounts of liquor beforehand, but I didn't smell alcohol at all.

However, not even a young, dim witted, country bumpkin who couldn't pop a cherry correctly would have been able to get things mixed up in this case. The woman had her eyes locked onto my bulging cock even as she held the check out the window for me to take.

There was now a dull lustful sheen in her eyes and I noticed that she involuntarily licked her lips three times as I thanked her for her patronage. I didn't think she even heard me because she didn't respond for a long moment, and eventually asked me to repeat myself.

I thanked her again and almost ran to the cash box to toss the check inside. I noted the name and address on her check first then locked the box quickly and and went to the men's room to relieve my aching cock. Setting a new record for fewest strokes needed, I had an explosive orgasm that nearly made me pass out. I watched in amazement as my swollen cock pulsed and jerked each time another jet of cum erupted from the tip and splashed all over the walls of the stall and toilet seat.

When the deluge of sperm and fluids finally abated I stood there feeling the little spasms in my ass and thigh muscles like aftershocks of a major earthquake. I could feel the complete emptiness of my balls as I watched the angry veins of my cock slowly change their mood and begin to deflate in relief.

I went to find Bobby, a mouthy, ignorant, racist, high school senior I had recently hired to work part time in the late afternoons. I hired him only because there were no other applicants and I needed the help at the time.

He had finished the repair on the tire and was standing by the fuel pumps doing nothing when I found him. He looked at me and said, "It sure is a shame to see a hot piece of ass like that going to waste. I just don't see how anyone can be queer." I was confused by his statement and seeing my expression, Bobby went on to explain saying, "The hot piece of ass in the brown car that got out to help you check her oil. They are new in town and not only city slickers but queers too."

Taking a moment, I explained to Bobby that there was only the woman in the car therefore it's she and not they unless one defines others not present. Also, just because someone lives in a large city, it does not automatically make them a city slicker or queer.

Furthermore, in the case of females the term used to indicate sexual preference is lesbian. In the case of males the term is homosexual. The term queer is derogatory and should not be used. Knowledge I obtained from the magazines I bought needed to be passed on.

Bobby looked at me curiously and said, "Why are you sticking up for those kind of people unless you are one yourself?" I was certain of two things at that moment, First I found my man to clean the restrooms rather than doing it myself.

Second, Bobby would be the next person I fired, but not before I got him to tell me all he knew about Sara Hartman. After convincing him I was not gay or standing up for anyone who was gay, but instead trying to help his education process, I finally got the story out of him.

I then promptly sent him to clean the restrooms with advice to wear gloves because there were some shady looking characters in there before he came on shift.

As I expected Bobby had no credible knowledge of the woman's sexual preference, however he did confirm her name was Sara as printed on her check and that she was forty two years old. He knew this because he had been sent to see the principal and overheard her enrolling her son Anthony in the office of the high school.

Sara and Anthony had moved to our little town recently from a major city that is noted for having a very large Gay and Lesbian community. Being outsiders, city dwellers, and coming from the particular city they did were each automatic proofs that both Sara and her son were Lesbian and Gay in the eyes of locals.

Add these factors up and its indisputable by every local standard of logic. The rumors started flying the minute the two entered our city limits. The additional factor of no husband and father being with them just added fuel to the fire.

I tried very hard not to be judgmental or follow the shallow logic that most locals automatically did without even trying to consider an independent thought of their own. I believed in education over ignorance, I just couldn't afford college.

During the next few days I imagined having sex with Sara almost obsessively. I envisioned us fucking in positions like the porn stars used in the videos and performing oral on each other.