The Petrol Station - Short Story SeXStoRY

Todd Wood, 23, an interstate truck driver, experiences a lot of lonely nights, when his erotic fantasies are his only companion. He doesn' has a fetish with virgins, but as he says: There is an unfading attraction in the innocence of women, and you have to be extremely sensitive to be the first man in their life! And this one is his favourite fantasy: It's two o'clock in the morning as I pull into the petrol station, not for gasoline but for some inspiration to quench my physical desire before a couple of hours of sl**p in the van. The little road shop seems to be unattended but open. I browse through the glossy adult magazines as I hear a noise behind me. There is a scruffy little boy behind the counter, maybe just woken up from a short nap? I make my selection and turn towards him: »Shouldn't a little lad like you be in bed by this time of the night?« His expression changes immediately into an offended frown, and he replies with the soft but upset voice of a girl: »Sombody has to watch the shop when my b*****r fucks the old slut in dad's station wagon in the back!« I look her up and down, but there is no real indication of gender: narrow hips in baggy trousers and a flat chest under a floppy jumper! But judging by her fascial features she could be female: full soft lips, funny little dimples in her cheek and big mellow eyes! »Sorry!«, I mumble into my beard, but she just says: »Not a worry, happens often! I ain't no beauty, being brought up like a boy!« »I'm sorry, but in a nice dress you would certainly water my appetite!« She mulls my words over and blushes by her own imagination. Sweet! »Is that all? That's three ninety-five!«, she announces commercially, and after examining my purchase: »Do you like big tits?« »Depends! Any affordable women in the camp?« »Only one, but my fucking b*****r is on top of her tonight!«, she explains with a hint of jealousy vibrating in her voice. And after a short sigh she asks me pretended casually: »What do you need?« »Warmth, cuddles and kisses!«, I tease her growing curiosity with a grin. »W-what would you pay?, comes her next question with a bit of a stutter, and she makes an clumsy attempt to smooth her ugly jumper over her chest, so something should show through! »I've got a Fifty in my pocket, if you would like to earn it?« »You're crazy - I mean: you must be mad - I never... ever before!« »I know!« »What?« »Look, little lady, I'm just wasting my time!«, I say cool and turn towards the door, and this trick always works! »No, wait! I didn't mean to be rude! May I ..., I mean: could I ...?«, she stammers as she strodes around the counter. »I can kiss you!«, she declares with a deep blush. That really moves me, and I risk a better look at her. She is actually very beautiful, especially in her blossoming innocence! She just stands there, knotting her fingers and trying a smile, showing me her teeth. »I always do it in the shower!« »What?« »Mei, you are nosy, aren't you? - Come!« She takes my hand and drags me behind her out of the shop, along the work rooms to the little shower, reserved for tired truckies. She locks the door behind me, leans back at it and releases a nervous cough. Her eyes are wide open with a glimmer of fear in them, but before she can start to talk again I'm on her! Our theeth click together in her first clumsy attempt and it takes me quite a while to find her tongue. Her breath smells slightly like garlic as she starts to breathe harder from the growing excitement. She wimpers and grunts like a little pig as I press her against the door, sneaking my hands slowly under her scratchy jumper to find some skin. But she pushes me away as I try to pull her shirt out of the trousers: »Wait! Why?« »I would like to feel you!« She thinks about it and says in a little vioce: »Okay then!« She pulls her jumper and her shirt up to her belly button to make space for my hungry hands. She shivers under my touch, and I better kiss her again before I continue my explorations. My hands wander up her naked back to an elastic strap, that must belong to a bra! »Man, I'm hot!«, she breathes into my neck. »Then take off your jumper! Let's take a shower!«, I suggest, but the only thought of that seems to frighten her. »Don't be so sheepish!«, I say, open my shirt and slide it off my shoulders. My hairy chest doesn't impress her much but as I pull the promised Fifty out of my pocket she straightens her back: »If you really want!«, she sniffs like a mouse. I'm the snake, and she sits in my trap, ready to be comsumed! With a big tug I pull the bloddy jumper over her head, shame about her dirty shirt stains her cheeks, but her defence weakens by the minute. I smile at her and murmur: »That's a good girl!« I pull the shirt over her wild wiry locks, and the shame about her flat chest lets her shiver. She wears this tiny bra, not so much to support her little breasts, more likely to hide the sensitive berries that are topping them. But it is a practical one, one with the hook in the front! She would like to stop my fingers, but I'm too tetermined, and as the bra peels off her I see a tear well up in her eye. »Beautiful little lady!«, I try to convince her as I push her hands from her chest. And really: her nipples are huge, like Greek sultanas! I go down onto my knees to kiss them, to suck them until she moans. I lick her cheeky belly button as she seems to die of sheer embarrassment, her hands ripping on my hair. And again she tries to intervene as I grab hold of her trousers, but after a hefty and arousing struggle I manage to pull them down. »No! Please!«, she is begging me, allthough without much conviction. Her panties are white and decorated whith a yellow tweety-bird. A little dark stain reveals her prevailing arousal and eminates a distinct musky odour that confirms the ripeness of her womanhood. Her little fists are clamped to the thin fabric on both sides, but that doesn't hinder me to stroke her taut boyish buttocks, to let my finger slip under the elastic seam and into the moist crack between them. »Oh no!«, she winces as I touch the tiny round rose with a fingertip. And again she pushes my away from her, and that is exactly the moment to to pull those undies down! Her pubic hair is still sparse but as wiry as that on her head. Many times I have to fight her hands off to get a glimpse at her mouse, the loveliest mouse I've ever seen! The outer lips glossy and swollen, just a fraction apart to make out the tiny clit peeping from under its fleshy hood! »You are beautiful!«, I confirm her as I stand up to kiss her once more. »You shouldn't say that!«, she sniffs again and hides her face on my neck. I lift her up and put her under the shower. I get out of my pants and underwear to reveal to her how much her beauty has affected me. She doesn't dare to look at me! I turn the water on and start to soap her little body. »You're so big!«, she wispers somehow disgusted as she pushes my wet snake repetedly away from her dripping mouse. »You are overflowing!«, I say as I make a failing attempt to wash the frightened a****l, that produces an endless supply of sticky lubrication. Then I hold my hand out and tell her to step onto it. Then onto the other one too. Pinned against the tiles with her knees wide apart her sodden sex opens automatically and my snake finds its way naturally by itself. My lady digs her fingernails painfully into my back, she is tense, then cries out loud and with a deep sigh she relaxes and falls with me into a slow sensual rhythm. For a short while the water runs red down the spout, but then it clears up again. She is an absolut natural, she needs no lessons! And she is absolutely georgious with the flames of lust in her eyes, her mouth wide open with a hint of a proud smile playing in the corners! And as I see the blinding light at the end of the tunnel racing towards me I grunt happily into her ear: »My beautiful little lady, with this excellent performance you have earned yourself for sure a Fifty on top! And you will see me back a many times . . .