The Gas-Station Stud Just Needed a Little Bit of Encouragement

When young Sal took over his father’s service station, he brought back full service at the pump on one fuel island. I, for one, was willing to pay more to avoid smelling like gas for the rest of the day after getting a drop on myself no matter how hard I tried not to.

I drive a ’Vette with a large windshield, which Sal made sure was spotless the very first time I filled up after he took over. I told my husband what great service Sal gave me and that he spent four or five minutes washing my windshield. Doug smiled and said, “Let’s go out in the garage a minute.” We did, and he told me to get in and sit just the same as I had at the station.

Doug went through the motions of washing the window without touching the spotless glass for a minute. Then he stuck his head in the window and said, “You have black garters and light blue panties on with tufts of pubic hair escaping each leg opening. By the way, the panty crotch is in your crack, making a deep camel toe between your cunt lips.”

I took out my compact mirror, and sure enough my knees were at the perfect angle to give anyone looking in the window a clear shot of my crotch, which was exactly as Doug had described it. I was somewhat embarrassed and told him so, but I was also secretly excited to have exposed myself so innocently to such a handsome young stud.

When Sal’s father had told me Sal was taking over, he said he was twenty-four, making him nineteen years my junior. I couldn’t help but wonder if it had aroused him to look up the skirt of a woman old enough to be his mother. I couldn’t wait until I needed gas again so I could check out his crotch, too!

A week later I stopped for gas again, having dressed that day with Sal in mind. I had just rolled to a stop when he was at my door, asking what he could do for me. I smiled up at him and said, “Fill it up, please.” As he put the nozzle in and started the pump, I made sure my hemline was a good five inches above my knees. My pussy had become damp from knowing that I was about to expose my married charms to such a handsome and virile young stud.

By the time Sal came to wash my windshield, I was leaning over the console, writing useless notes on a pad. I had my left knee drawn up higher than the right, and the twist in my back was causing a natural spread of my legs. It was a move I’d been practicing for several days.

I had chosen my skimpiest excuse for panties to wear that day. They consist of nothing more than an inch-and-a-half-wide strip of semi-transparent black lace that struggles to cover the lips of my cunt. My bush was totally exposed, as well as my long pink left labia, which I’d carefully tugged to the side of the tiny gusset.

Sal took even longer washing my window than the last time and definitely was quite aroused when he finished. I had laid my pen down and put my dark glasses back on so I could check him out without him being sure I was. The front of his loose-fitting pants was packed with hard cock, so I knew that he had been doing exactly what my husband said he was!

Since reaching thirty, I’ve grown quite fond of having younger lovers. Their enthusiasm and endless energy yield some of the best fucking I’ve experienced.

I’m told I look a lot younger than I am, having always taken care to exercise and eat right. I don’t seem to have difficulty turning heads. Most men look twice. Of course I eat this up. I love my husband dearly and marvel that the man has stood by me through numerous love affairs throughout our twenty-five-year marriage. I’m sure he would think I wasn’t well if I didn’t come home with semen-soaked panties once or twice a week. But he knows that I always will come home to him and tell him everything I’ve done while he screws me.

When I left the gas station, my pussy was steaming, so I drove straight out to Max’s farm, knowing he’d be happy to hose me. He was just coming in from irrigating when I drove in and parked my car in his garage. He opened the car door for me and got a look at the pussy he’d been fucking for fourteen years. I got out of my car and embraced him and we shared a brief kiss.

He asked if I’d like some iced tea. I said, “No thanks, Max. I just stopped by to fuck you for a while before I go home.”

I hadn’t seen Max for nearly two months, because he’d been back East at his ailing father’s. I was confident that he would be horny, since I’m the only one who has hauled his log since his divorce twelve years ago. With no further mention of tea, we went straight to his bedroom, where the two of us undressed and met in the middle of the bed.

Max is in his fifties, but the devil was already hard! So I promptly raised my knees and opened them to indicate I was ready to be mounted. It’s always been like that with us. He just wants a piece of ass, and I want all the cock I can get. Within fifteen seconds of our getting in bed, he was up to his nuts in hot, slippery pussy, and I was getting what I came for.

He fucked me steadily for close to ten minutes, bringing us both to truly mind-boggling orgasms. My cunt milked his cock of its cargo while waves of pleasure ran through my loins. He quickly became flaccid and slipped out, uncorking a river of semen that trickled down the crack of my ass.

Max’s not getting it very often has an advantage for me in that he always wants it twice. And he recharges quickly! We chatted a few minutes while I stroked and played with his recovering cock. When he achieved a full erection, I mounted him and rode it to a sweet orgasm before he unloaded some twenty minutes later.

Five minutes after fucking Max, I was on my way home. When I got there, Doug hosed me half the night.

The following weekend Doug went on a fishing trip with the boys, setting out at noon Friday. I wrapped things up at the office and drove to an out-of-the-way but fairly posh motel on the outskirts of town, not that far from Sal’s gas station. I took a room and waited till about four, then called the station.

When I asked the person who answered for Sal, he said, “Speaking.” I told him where I was and said I was stranded there after a business meeting with a flat tire and asked if he could come out and change it. He said it would be at least an hour before he could get away and offered to send someone else. I said I’d rather wait, as it’s an expensive car and I trust him. I said to call my cell when he got near the motel so I would know he was coming.

It was quarter after five when he called. I told him the room number and then watched him drive up to where my car was parked, walk around it, and see that all the tires were inflated before coming to the door. I answered wearing the same clothes I’d worn to work.

I asked him in. He said, “Your tires look fine to me, Mrs. G—.”

I said, “I have a confession to make, Sal. It wasn’t the tires that needed pumping up. It’s me that’s in need of servicing.” I paused. “Do you think you’d be interested in servicing me, Sal?”

I figured he was too shy and respectful to ever make a move on me. Once I had made it clear to him that I could be had, he wasn’t the least bit shy or a bit nervous. He wrapped his muscular arms around me and planted a breathtaking kiss on my lips while pulling my dress up and then feeling my ass cheeks before sneaking a hand between my legs and playing with my panty-covered pussy.

The next thing I knew, I was bent over a nearby chair with my skirt up over my ass and my panties at midthigh level as he eased nearly seven inches of hard cock in my slick pussy.

It was a typical first fuck, ending in about thirty seconds as Sal exploded in my cunt. When his cock softened and slipped out, I quickly pulled my panties up to catch the semen running out of my pussy. He had his pants pulled up and zipped before I pushed my skirt down. He said, “Thanks, Mrs. G—. Is there anything else I can help you with?”

“Thanks?” I said. “You don’t think you’re done here, do you? You may have gotten your ashes hauled, but my fire is still burning. And here I was thinking you’d be man enough to put it out after I saw the size of your equipment the other day. My husband is out of town this weekend, so I thought you and I could have a full weekend of joining loins.

“I’d like to have you suck my tits and then eat my pussy while I suck your cock. Then you can fuck me again and again without worrying about planting your seed in my garden, since I’ve been fixed and it can’t sprout. You just can’t brag about fucking me to your friends, or you could get your nuts cut off. So what do you say? Would you like to try that again and see if you can do a more thorough job?”

I stood on my toes and kissed him tenderly while I rubbed his hardening cock. He said he needed to call and tell Angelo to lock up and open in the morning. I heard him tell Angelo he had to “help a friend with an emergency” and he would try to get in the next day, but if he couldn’t, he’d call.

I led Sal to the bed, and he undressed me, kissing every inch of my flesh as he uncovered it. He marveled at my breasts, saying they were much firmer and fuller than the twenty-year-old girl’s he had just broken up with. Before he removed my panties, he stripped himself. Then he eased me onto the bed. He knelt on the floor and surprised me by diving face-first into my cream pie and licking his own come from my snatch.

The boy knew how to eat pussy and quickly brought me to climax, then mounted me for a lengthy and satisfying fuck that curled my toes several times before he creamed me again. We fucked and sucked each other until after eight, when we went out to the coffee shop for a quick dinner. Then we retired to fuck some more.

We fucked like dogs in heat all weekend, and on numerous occasions after that, until Sal got married, which kind of slowed him down. But ever since then he’s called occasionally, to get the kind of fuck I guess his sexy young wife can’t give him. We have rocking times.

—F.P., Chicago, Illinois