PART-TIME JOB
by Trouble
Just for the fun of it, those of you who enjoy writing, I'd like for you to take the following story and totally rewrite it or especially have someone who can put in all the descriptive words and then send me their version of this story. If you will, I'll post it on my own web site to be shared by others. Oh, and for those of you who have not visited my web site, it can quickly be accessed at http://roads.to/utopia
(Trouble@operamail.com)
About six months ago I decided to go back to school to get my Paramedics Degree. I choose to quit my job to go to school full time and took a part time job that allowed me plenty of time to study and still gave me a few buck in my pocket each week. I took a job at a gas station just outside of town. I worked there every Friday, Saturday and Sunday night and even though it was the weekend there wasn't a great deal of traffic. In fact, the owner only had someone there each night in order to stop the break ins to his service station. The reason for this story revolves around one couple that stopped in each morning between 3 and 4 in the morning. She was a dancer at one of the titty bars in town and he was not only her boyfriend or husband but also a bouncer where she worked. Seldom would they purchase gas but always get cigarettes.
OK, so one morning they pulled in and immediately it was obvious they were arguing about something. The vehicle had hardly come to a stop when she started to get out of the car. He reached over and grabbed her arm. This guy was big enough that I had no doubt he could have snapped her arm like most men would a wooden pencil. The two of them were yelling at each other and she used her free hand to slap at the man's hand holding her. She couldn't have hurt him that way but he did turn loose of her and she immediately began to exit the vehicle. He began to get out from his side. She marched up to my window, just totally ignoring his presence and then gave me a smile as if we were the very best of friends. "Salem Lights" she said. I'd gotten there normal cigarette order down when the car pulled into the station and had them in front of me. "That's a dollar fifty, Mam", I told her. The guy shoved a ten dollar bill through the opening at the bottom of the window and yelled telling me "Here, and the two packs of Camels, also." The woman didn't seem to be aware that the guy was even there as she slid two, one dollar bills through the opening and in a voice a sweet as honey itself, said "Keep the change."
I slid out the single pack of Salem's and after she had the pack she turned to the man and in a voice that was almost dripping venom said, "Don't even think of telling him you want MY money back." And she turned to walk away but stopped after the second step and added "And you better give him a tip also.
The guy still had two fingers and the ten dollar bill through the opening and barked out, "Give me my cigarettes." I took the ten with one hand and slid the two packs of cigarettes out the opening which he immediately snatched up and in the same harsh tone told me to keep the change as he turned on his heels and quickly moved to his side of the car, entered and slammed the door.
The woman was on the far side of the car and looked over the top of it at me. She then gave me another smile. I don't know if she was thinking that I'd just made a nice tip, or that she was pleased with the results of pissing off the guy she was with, or what but I just stared at her. For some reason I didn't return the smile. Maybe it was cause I was smart enough to realize that if I did the guy may get out of the car and take his frustrations out on me. The glass in front of me was said to be bullet proof and there was an opening under the counter that I had been told that in the case of a hold up or such to simply drop to that area and that not only could no one see me from any place outside the booth but that I would also be safe from gun fire. I decided that I really didn't want to find out if this theory of their's would really work or not.
The woman got into the car and no sooner was the door closed than the guy dumped the clutch on the Mustang 5.0 and with a screech of the tires the little, black vehicle bolted across and then out of the station's lot with more screeching of the tires as he shot out onto the street, yanking gears like he was in a race for his life. I couldn't help but be envious of the guy. However, I think at the moment it was the car I was thinking about and not the girl in it with him.
However, just about the time the car was far enough down the road that I could not hear it I lost all interest in it. I reached up and turned off the main light inside the booth where I spent eight hours a night, three nights a week. I figured I would take myself a nap. I'm not real sure how much time passed. Perhaps, an hour, when I happened to look out and survey the lot and noticed the girl who had been in the black Mustang was approaching the pay phone at the edge of the lot. Since it didn't work I figured I'd save her time and effort and inform her of this so I got up and opened the door, stepped outside and called to her telling her that the phone was out of order.
I stood there and watched her walking across the lot toward's me. I stood there watching as she walked across the lot toward me. Actually, I guess to say I watched her would not be the truth. I studied her. Wearing the same blue denim mini-skirt and white halter top that she had been wearing when she had gotten her cigarettes. Her legs were what I would describe at thick. I don't think there was an ounce of fat on this girl's body and yet she had some size to her. Her belly was not rock hard or even flat. She had what I always referred to as a Mother's belly. A sure sign that she had a child but it was also evident that she had worked to get rid of it. Her tit's were not huge but there was more there than I could hold in one hand. And as she approached they moved, almost as if each was attempting to captivate my attention. I examined her from the top of her brown hair to the bottoms of her black shoes and suddenly realize that it wasn't the car at all that I was env of.
She stopped just about a foot in front of me and asked if I had a phone she could use to call a cab. For some reason I got the impression that perhaps she had no idea as to just what a fine looking lady she was. On the other hand, perhaps she was very aware of her looks and the effect she had on guys but had also learned that by pretending not to be aware of the fact just made her that much more desirable. One thing that was quite obvious, however, was the fact that at the moment she was notably upset. I told her that a phone was easy but that this time in the morning there wouldn't be a single cab running. I offered her the only thing that I could. Someone to listen to whatever was on her mind.
Now, let me interrupt myself here for just a moment. For those of you who live in the big cities and cabs are available 24 hours a day, seven days a week, let me explain that I live in a very small community where by there are two cab companies and a couple of independents but I doubt if all together there are two dozen cabs in our town and there are only a couple who are available when the bars close down to get the drunks home and even then only for about an hour.
OK, so, back to the story. I have no idea as to why she was willing to take me up on my offer but it really didn't take any convincing on my part to get her to accept. About her only rejection was that she didn't want to get me into any type of trouble. Telling her that there was no way at all that I would get into any trouble and inside the little booth she goes with me right behind her like a dog in heat.
The booth is very small. It was built with the idea of holding one person and having everything within easy reach. It is narrow enough that for two persons to pass each other both have to turn sideways. And as for length goes if you start at one end and take three normal walking steps you would be at the other end. So, there is no way that the two of us would not find ourselves close to each other with both of us inside. A situation that did not hurt my feelings one bit. On the other hand, I no sooner got the door closed and she remarked that perhaps this was not such a good idea, giving the reason that she needed to get away and she was sure that her boyfriend would be there shortly to look for her.
I enquired as to if the reason she was there had anything to do with the argument that I'd witnessed earlier. She told me that it was and then it was as if someone had opened up a flood gate for the words just rushed out of her mouth as she started telling me all the problems that were going on between her and the boyfriend and how enough was enough and she just had to get away from him. I just stood there, listening and agreeing that she was in a situation that she needed to be out of. She was nervous and as she talked she attempted to pace but due to the size of the booth her steps were extremely restricted. Then suddenly, she stopped and nervously said "I have to get out of here." I enquired as to where she would go and she told me she had no idea but that she was sure the boyfriend would be looking for her and this would be the first place he would look. Finding her there would be trouble not only for herself but more so for me. Asking if she wanted to go back to him s ickly said "no" but again stated that she was sure he would soon arrive and she just could be found there.
I then showed her the safety feature of the booth. Along the wall where the service window was located and just under the window was an open area. This area had three walls with the back wall being the brick wall of the building itself. The second wall was where the drop safe was located and the opposite wall, although just plywood, was still the same shape as that of the wall that housed the safe. It was designed with the idea that in case of a hold up the clerk could duck into the opening and from no place outside could the clerk even be seen. When I had first started this had been proven to me that even a man 6'4" and 300 pounds could not be seen sitting in this opening. I assured her that if she desired to stay that I would do her no harm and that if and when the boyfriend showed up all she had to do was duck into that opening and stay quiet.
As if on signal we both heard the Mustang coming up the road and moving fast. I'm not sure which one of us was the more nervous but I ordered her into the opening and she quickly responded. I moved the stool back into position and sat down. Just as I was doing this the car pulled into the lot and came to a halt in front of the booth with the screeching of tires. For one as large as he was it surprised me as to just how quickly he could move. He seemed to almost leap from the vehicle and demanded to know where Amanda was. I turned on the overhead light. When it was on it restricted my view of anything much past the lot itself so it was very common for me to keep it off when I did not have a customer or was studying. With this done it allowed him to see into the booth and the only person he saw was me. I also asked, "Who's Amanda?"
"Don't play stupid with me, Four Eyes." he yelled. "Where's my girlfriend?"
I'm sure that you can now guess that I wear glasses. I proceeded to turn around first to my left and then to my right as if to survey the entire lot before looking back to him and in a confused tone asked "You mean the girl that comes in here with you?"
"Yes," he thundered. "Amanda, where is she?"
"How should I know?" I asked. "I haven't seen her since you two were in here for cigarettes. And thank you for the tip, that will get me lunch tomorrow." I was being so polite and sincere. I was doing it only to rouse him as his girlfriend crouched on the floor, between my legs, as I sat on the stool before her. She had one hand holding the calf of one of my legs.
The boyfriend stood be on the other side of the glass and one could almost see the gears turning inside his head as he seemed to try to understand what the tip and lunch had to do with the whereabouts of his lost girlfriend. Obviously intelligence was not one of his qualities. Finally, as if to clear his head he shook it. Then he raised up on his toes and strained his neck, what there was of one, and attempted to look into the small booth where I was housed. "Is she in there?" he asked with some sort of a smile seeming to be playing around the edges of his mouth.
I felt the girl's hand tighten. "Sir, if you don't believe me," I said very calmly. "Just step to either end of the booth and look for yourself."
He stood there looking at me for a brief moment. His face had no expression in it at all. And then, with his eyes still riveted on me he began to walk to the end of the booth. I slid off the stool, leaving it exactly where it was, and stepped to the same end of the booth where he did. Of course, he had farther to walk than I did. He first looked in from the end and then he stepped around the corner to the door where he took grasp the door knob as if he expected it to open for him. Finding it locked he said "Let me in."
"Are you crazy?" I retorted. "I'd loose my job if I opened that door for you."
"Let me in." he yelled.
As an answer I simply picked up the iron pipe that leaned in the corner and dropped in into the hooks that were in the door. Since the bar was longer than the door was wide this meant that each end of the bar was against the wall of the building itself. Now for someone to be able to open the door they would have to be strong enough to tear the door off of the hooks that were bolted to it and they were stronger then the door knob was. The results were the door wasn't going to open.
I again found it interesting how this guy got a look on his face as he attempted to understand what I had just done. Finally, he gave the door a vicious yank, followed by a second before he seemed to realize that he was getting no where. He then looked behind him and he took notice of my truck. He looked back at me and smiled. Suddenly, I wasn't so sure having invited the girl inside had been such a good idea.
The guy walked around the building and returning to his car reached inside to retrieve something. I had taken a single stride and was again in front of my bullet proof window and with a heart that had stopped beating I watched to see what they guy was after. When he raised up he looked into the end of a yellow flashlight before turning it on. When he pushed the switch a beam of light eliminated his face and my heart started to beat again. At that same moment I heard the girl whisper "What's going on?" As an answer I simply waved my hand back and forth under the level of the window. The boyfriend, now armed with the light, walked back around the edge of the building and headed straight for my truck. The beam of the flashlight sort of danced back and forth in front of him as he walked.
A single stride placed me again at the door. Although I could have talked in a normal tone and the guy would never have been able to hear me, for some reason I found myself whispering to the girl as I told her that everything was just fine and that the boyfriend was obviously going to go check out my truck to assure himself that she was not in it. We exchanged some whispered conversation as she said that she was sorry for getting me involved in her troubles and I tried to assure her that she shouldn't even be at all concerned.
The guy checked out the cab of my truck and then the bed of the truck which had a shell on it that the top of was at the same level as the roof of the truck itself. Since I had just gotten the truck detailed two days before, there was absolutely nothing for him to see and especially there was not his girlfriend. Finally, satisfied that she was not in there he turned off the light and hung his head as if he was totally at a loss as to what to do. I knocked loudly on the door to get his attention.
"What are you doing?" she nervously whispered.
"It's ok," I assured her. "Just stay where you are." Since my knocking had attracted his attention I motioned for him to come to where I stood. When he reached the door I told him that if he went to the front door of the main building, and even pointed to it, that there was an area where a person could easily stand and perhaps she had gone there when I was asleep and hadn't seen her. Just like a kid being told where to go to find his Christmas present the guy took off, and almost at a run. I returned to the stool as I whispered to the girl what he was doing. I heard her giggle as she said "You're so bad." This caused me to smile.
I returned to the stool and took a seat. With her underneath the counter there was no room for my legs so I was astride the stool as if sitting on a horse. She placed one hand on the inside of my thigh and commented with a mischievous tone in her voice "Are you sure Graham is really outside or is this just a ploy you use to get defenseless young girl into compromising situations?"
Even though the boyfriend was on the other side of the lot, using his flashlight to search the area in front of the buildings main door I still rested my chin on my hand so that there would be no way that he would be able to see me talking and said to the girl "If Graham is your boyfriend's name then indeed he is out there, but I will have to admit that the few times in my life that I've been fortunate enough to have a woman between my legs, I've never complained." I paused for just a second before adding, "I also have to admit that none have ever been as pretty as you either."
I heard her laugh as she said, "I bet you tell that to all the girls."
By this time Graham was convinced that his girlfriend was not where he had just searched and was slowly walking back towards my booth. I ignored the girls statement but did tell her that he was on his way back. I didn't think about it at the time but the girl didn't move her hand away from my thigh.
Graham walked up to the booth and stood at the counter just staring at me. For some reason, he didn't look as menacing as he had in the past. For some reason he seemed he resembled a little kid that was on the verge of tears. We just continued to look at each other and then he spoke. "I can't imagine where the bitch is at."
I felt the girl dig her fingernails into my leg. In fact, she did so with enough force that it actually hurt. I guess Graham didn't notice the change in my facial expression or how I sat up a little straighter at my one arm shot underneath the counter. I grasped the girl's hand and held on. The boyfriend continued to run his mouth but I really wasn't paying a great deal of attention as to what he was saying. Fortunately, for me, she must have realized what she was doing and released her grip on my thigh. However, she didn't take her hand away and even though I relaxed my own grip, I didn't remove my hand from hers.
I don't know how much time passed, perhaps a minute or so, and then I noticed that she was kissing my hand in very soft, lingering kisses. I'd never had anyone ever do that to me before and I wasn't at all sure as to what to make of it. I can tell you that I liked it. I liked it enough that even though I was attempting to show some sympathy to the girl's boyfriend as he stood out there telling me that he could not think of any place she could be other than at this station, as well as why, and how ungrateful she was for no one watched out for her like he did, I was also trying to imagine what the girl under the counter must look like as she was slowly kissing all over my hand and fingers.
Then, she used her lips to raise on of my fingers and then ever so slowly she lowered her lips along the length of it. Once she had reached the bottom she began to tease it with her tongue. Even though I attempted to pay some sort of attention to what the boyfriend was rambling on about and give some appearance of attention to what he was saying my mind was spending more and more time on what the girl was doing. In truth, I was also aware that I was faced with an additional problem. My dick was beginning to stir. Now, don't ask me why, but for some reason I felt embarrassed by my reaction as if in so doing I would offend the girl who was causing the condition.
I really wanted the boyfriend to leave and said to him, "Surely, there is someone that she could have called, or perhaps this entire thing was already planed and the argument that she started with you was just a part of her plan. Maybe she had arranged for someone to pick her up or at least called them to do so."
"Na, she isn't that bright," he said.
I felt her gently bite down on my finger as if she were saying to me, "I heard that."
I sort of wiggled my other fingers and she quickly abandoned the one she had been holding and just as quickly captured another finger. Once it in her mouth she resumed teasing it with her tongue and then slowly sliding her lips up and then back down it's length. I'm sure that you can imagine, just as I was doing at the time, how her actions with my finger were exactly what she would be doing if it were a cock that she had inside of her mouth. My own cock began to rapidly move in an attempt to stand up but of course that was impossible as it was confined within my pants. This produced a most uncomfortable situation for me and as I attempted to shift myself to a more comfortable position I went on to explain my reasoning to the boyfriend.
"You may be right, but the way I see it, you are standing there telling me there are only two places that she could possibly be and yet, she is at neither place. Those being your own house and the second being here. Now, I know that you have searched here very thoroughly and have assured yourself that indeed she is not here." (Notice that I did learn something from my philology class for here I was instilling in him that idea that he now knew for a fact that indeed the girl was not on the property because he had done such a complete job of looking for her. My instructor would be so proud of me.) Now, if you did just as good a job of looking in and around your own home as you did here then that can only mean that she knew this is exactly where you would go to and for that reason she went elsewhere."
It was at about that instant that I felt the fingertips of the girl's other hand begin to lightly trace the outline of my confined cock. At this moment, had the boyfriend not have been standing there I would have immediately unfastened my pants and shoved my hard cock down the girl's throat. However, that was in no way possible and about all I could do was sit there and let the girl continue to tease me. I did, however, shift myself again in another attempt to remove some of the pressure that the material of my pants was causing. I have no idea what sort of a signal this sent to the girl but she seemed to work both her mouth, tongue and fingers in a combined effort to excite me even more. Needless to say, it was working.
During this time the boyfriend was busy telling me that he just didn't understand it. She wasn't at the house and she wasn't there. It was as if Aliens had come along and abducted her.
"Let me ask you this," I began. "If, when she got home she had picked up the phone and called someone and said to them, come pick me up, who would she have called?"
The guy looked at me really hard for a moment. In fact, me heart may have even stopped beating. I know for a fact that I stopped breathing. I didn't know what it was that I had done that had given myself away but somehow the man standing before me knew that his girlfriend was below me. I was simply waiting on the guy to reach through the bullet proof glass the separated us and grasp me by the throat. When suddenly he spoke up and said, "I bet she called the little weasel, Jeff." Of course, I had no idea who Jeff was, nor did I care. The only thing that I cared about was that I could go back to breathing.
Graham seemed to be on a roll. "Yea, that's what she did. She'd figure that I'd call her sister or maybe even make the drive to her home so she'd want to go elsewhere." He was now sort of walking back and forth a couple of steps each way so that he pretty much stayed in front of the window as he rambled on about what he was suddenly imagining was where he girlfriend was and even why this had to be the answer. I, on the other hand, was paying attention to what the girl was doing.
Amanda, had teased my cock and definitely had it in a condition of actual pain since it was still trapped within the confines of my jeans. I don't know if she was actually excited by what she was doing, feeling sorry for me, or what exactly was her reason but it was now that she began to unfasten my pants and reaching into my pants she grabbed my half hard cock and literally pulled it from the material of my pants where it was confined. I don't think that she realized just how rough she was being or how much what she was doing actually hurt. I was fortunate that Graham was pacing back and forth and not paying me any attention.
Once she had my cock freed she continued to play with it. I was definitely enjoying what was taking place below the counter. She seemed to have both hand moving back and forth, just all over my now rock hard cock and was even attempting to get her mouth involved. However, due to the fact that the counter was so low, or maybe it was the stool was so high, there wasn't much room at all for what she was attempting to do. In fact, for her to even run the palm of her hand over the head of by cock she had to bend it's angle or else there would not be enough room for her hand to pass between the distance between the tip of my cock and the underside of the counter.
Suddenly, my full attention was drawn back to the man outside of my booth, when I heard him proclaim "Oh, fuck!" I then shifted my attention in the direction he was looking and noticed a police car pulling into the lot. "I've got to go," the man said as he turned and headed towards his Mustang, just a few steps away. By this time, the police car had almost come to a stop. Because of how the Mustang was parked, at an obscure angle and sort of in the center of the pumps, the officer had stopped sort of in the area of the far pump but yet he was by no means close enough that he could have gotten gas, even if that had been his intention.
About this same time the girl started pulling at my pants, an attempt to get them down off my hips and provide her better access to my cock. Since the boyfriend was leaving and the cops, whenever they would venture out this far, would only stop in front of the booth and without ever getting out of their vehicle would simply inquire as to if I were alright. Guess it made them feel as if they were doing a good deed but could never see their reasoning. In any event, I slid completely off the stool, pushing it backwards with one foot and then proceeded to stand with my knees bent so as to keep only my chest, head and arms above the level of the counter. No sooner had I moved from the stool and my pants were down and the girl now had my rock hard member trapped within her mouth.
Now, here I am, just an average looking guy, who is at work, with his pants pulled down to his knees, totally excited, not only by what the girl was, and had been, doing to me but also the fact of the girl herself. This was a very beautiful girl, who guys like me only dream about and here she was, on her knees and not just sucking my cock as if she were paying off a bet or something, this girl was practically attacking it as if she were suffocating or something and the air that she needed to survive was within my cock. I can not remember a time, either before or sense that anyone has ever appeared to be so consumed by giving me head.
As she worked her mouth up and down my shaft, periodically shoving her face completely down it's length and letting the head slide down the narrow confines of her throat, I watched as the unexpected happened right before my eyes. No sooner was the black Mustang out of the way than the police officer pulled his squad car forward a few feet and then got out of his car. My first though was that he was going to approached the booth for some reason. What would I do if for whatever reason he was to come to the booth's door? Even if he were to simply walk to either end of the booth and look in he would plainly see that my pants now rested around my knees. I have no idea how much of the girl he's be able to see but hopefully enough for him to realize that it wasn't just a matter of for whatever reason I was standing there with my pants pulled down.
Even though the girl was doing an excellent job at what she was doing, the panic caused by the officer's actions were enough to distract me sufficiently that I was almost not even aware of what she was doing. The officer looked over the roof of his vehicle and said something. The distance between us and the thickness of the bullet proof glass kept me from understanding him. I reached up and pushed the button for the intercom located behind him and asked him what he'd said.
"Everything alright?" he asked.
"Sure is," I responded, thankful that he was staying away from me. It was just at that exact instant that the girl again drove her face to the bottom of my cock and held it there. I couldn't control myself. I think even if the officer had been standing directly in front of me at the moment it would not have distracted me enough to keep me from cuming and cum I did. The girl seemed to actually push herself tighter against me, in an attempt to get more of my cock down her throat and as she did she sort of pushed me off balance. I grabbed at the counter top to keep from falling and I must have closed my eyes. The only thing that I was aware of was how good it felt to be exploding my load down the throat of the girl kneeling at my feet.
I couldn't tell you if this lasted one second or one minute. The only thing I can say for sure was sometime after I had cum the girl slide her mouth part way back up my still hard cock and sort of held it there while she moved her tongue slowly over it. About then I opened my eyes just in time to see the officer's car pulling away from where he had been parked. I couldn't help but wonder if he had been observant enough to have witnessed me suddenly grab the counter top and then stand there with my eyes closed. Just another example of an individual who gets paid to much to do entirely to little. However, I was definitely glad to see him leave.
I now leaned back and looking down at the girl who still held my cock within her mouth as she rolled her eyes up to meet mine. She slowly slid her mouth upward till by cock popped from her mouth. She wasn't aware of it, I'm sure, but the fact that my cock was still hard was a clear sign that I was or had been extremely excited by what the girl had just done. The girl then smiled at me. I was dumbfounded. I had no idea as to what to do or to say. I know that I smiled back at her and then stumbled around as I attempted to tell her how much I appreciated what had just happened. Needless to say, I was not doing such a good job at it. Fortunately, for me, she saved came to my rescue by telling me, "You don't have to say a word. That was, without a doubt, the most erotic thing I've ever done in my entire life. I came all over myself and I didn't even touch myself to do so."
She was attempting to move past me to get herself out of the hole she had been hiding in and I moved out of the way to allow her to do so. She was at the same time telling me more about how much she had enjoyed what had just happened and how when I started going off it had triggered her own release. As this was all going on I was attempting to pull my pants back up and for some reason she looked down and took notice of the fact that I was still hard. She reached out and wrapped her hand around it, then looked back up to my face and with a mischievous grin said, do you have any idea what I'd like to do with this right now?"
I had no idea at all what was on her mind but I knew exactly what I'd like to be doing and it certainly had nothing to do with either of us wearing clothes and neither of us standing up. On the other hand, I was still at work, such as it was, and I turned to see exactly what time it was. Once again, I was thrown into a panic. The guy who works the morning shift was due to arrive at any moment. I had to get the girl out of there. So, very quickly I pulled her hand away from me, pulled up my pants and attempted to tell her the reasoning all at the same time. Fortunately for me, she was extremely understanding of the situation and didn't want to get me into any sort of trouble. I suggested to her that she let me put her in the back of my pickup truck. It has a topper over the bed of the truck and there was even a blanket there. She was reluctant to do so and said that she'd probably just walk back home. Of course this was something that she admitted she really didn't want but she didn't see she had a lot of options. It did take a couple of minutes to do so, but at last I convinced her that I did want to try to help her and that as soon as I was off of work I'd drive her to her sister's home. It took another couple of minutes to get the blanket spread out for her comfort and as she started to climb in she said to me, "You are a very sweet person." I'm sure I had some sort of a smart remark to retaliate with but I don't even remember what it was. However, just as I was closing up the back of the truck, Roy, the morning shift guy pulled into the lot. By the time he got his belonging out of the car and had made his way to the booth I had returned there and had started counting out my money in order to allow us to change shifts. This is something that should have already been done and he commented about how I'd been asleep. I told him I had and that is why I was running late and then told him about the boyfriend losing his girl and having been there looking for her. He thought that was funny and in short order I was finished and was leaving the station. As soon as I got out of site I stopped and let the girl out of the back and put her up front with me in the cab. Then off we went. I asked her for directions to her sisters and she inquired as to if it would be possible to go to my place instead. So, off to my place we went. If you happen to remember she had asked me when she held my cock in her hand if I knew what was on her mind, it turns out that we were both thinking along the same lines. It was a couple of days later before she went to her sisters and even after that we would get together from time to time till she decided to move to Texas. She spent the night with me and I drove her to the airport the following morning.
by Trouble
Just for the fun of it, those of you who enjoy writing, I'd like for you to take the following story and totally rewrite it or especially have someone who can put in all the descriptive words and then send me their version of this story. If you will, I'll post it on my own web site to be shared by others. Oh, and for those of you who have not visited my web site, it can quickly be accessed at http://roads.to/utopia
(Trouble@operamail.com)
About six months ago I decided to go back to school to get my Paramedics Degree. I choose to quit my job to go to school full time and took a part time job that allowed me plenty of time to study and still gave me a few buck in my pocket each week. I took a job at a gas station just outside of town. I worked there every Friday, Saturday and Sunday night and even though it was the weekend there wasn't a great deal of traffic. In fact, the owner only had someone there each night in order to stop the break ins to his service station. The reason for this story revolves around one couple that stopped in each morning between 3 and 4 in the morning. She was a dancer at one of the titty bars in town and he was not only her boyfriend or husband but also a bouncer where she worked. Seldom would they purchase gas but always get cigarettes.
OK, so one morning they pulled in and immediately it was obvious they were arguing about something. The vehicle had hardly come to a stop when she started to get out of the car. He reached over and grabbed her arm. This guy was big enough that I had no doubt he could have snapped her arm like most men would a wooden pencil. The two of them were yelling at each other and she used her free hand to slap at the man's hand holding her. She couldn't have hurt him that way but he did turn loose of her and she immediately began to exit the vehicle. He began to get out from his side. She marched up to my window, just totally ignoring his presence and then gave me a smile as if we were the very best of friends. "Salem Lights" she said. I'd gotten there normal cigarette order down when the car pulled into the station and had them in front of me. "That's a dollar fifty, Mam", I told her. The guy shoved a ten dollar bill through the opening at the bottom of the window and yelled telling me "Here, and the two packs of Camels, also." The woman didn't seem to be aware that the guy was even there as she slid two, one dollar bills through the opening and in a voice a sweet as honey itself, said "Keep the change."
I slid out the single pack of Salem's and after she had the pack she turned to the man and in a voice that was almost dripping venom said, "Don't even think of telling him you want MY money back." And she turned to walk away but stopped after the second step and added "And you better give him a tip also.
The guy still had two fingers and the ten dollar bill through the opening and barked out, "Give me my cigarettes." I took the ten with one hand and slid the two packs of cigarettes out the opening which he immediately snatched up and in the same harsh tone told me to keep the change as he turned on his heels and quickly moved to his side of the car, entered and slammed the door.
The woman was on the far side of the car and looked over the top of it at me. She then gave me another smile. I don't know if she was thinking that I'd just made a nice tip, or that she was pleased with the results of pissing off the guy she was with, or what but I just stared at her. For some reason I didn't return the smile. Maybe it was cause I was smart enough to realize that if I did the guy may get out of the car and take his frustrations out on me. The glass in front of me was said to be bullet proof and there was an opening under the counter that I had been told that in the case of a hold up or such to simply drop to that area and that not only could no one see me from any place outside the booth but that I would also be safe from gun fire. I decided that I really didn't want to find out if this theory of their's would really work or not.
The woman got into the car and no sooner was the door closed than the guy dumped the clutch on the Mustang 5.0 and with a screech of the tires the little, black vehicle bolted across and then out of the station's lot with more screeching of the tires as he shot out onto the street, yanking gears like he was in a race for his life. I couldn't help but be envious of the guy. However, I think at the moment it was the car I was thinking about and not the girl in it with him.
However, just about the time the car was far enough down the road that I could not hear it I lost all interest in it. I reached up and turned off the main light inside the booth where I spent eight hours a night, three nights a week. I figured I would take myself a nap. I'm not real sure how much time passed. Perhaps, an hour, when I happened to look out and survey the lot and noticed the girl who had been in the black Mustang was approaching the pay phone at the edge of the lot. Since it didn't work I figured I'd save her time and effort and inform her of this so I got up and opened the door, stepped outside and called to her telling her that the phone was out of order.
I stood there and watched her walking across the lot toward's me. I stood there watching as she walked across the lot toward me. Actually, I guess to say I watched her would not be the truth. I studied her. Wearing the same blue denim mini-skirt and white halter top that she had been wearing when she had gotten her cigarettes. Her legs were what I would describe at thick. I don't think there was an ounce of fat on this girl's body and yet she had some size to her. Her belly was not rock hard or even flat. She had what I always referred to as a Mother's belly. A sure sign that she had a child but it was also evident that she had worked to get rid of it. Her tit's were not huge but there was more there than I could hold in one hand. And as she approached they moved, almost as if each was attempting to captivate my attention. I examined her from the top of her brown hair to the bottoms of her black shoes and suddenly realize that it wasn't the car at all that I was env of.
She stopped just about a foot in front of me and asked if I had a phone she could use to call a cab. For some reason I got the impression that perhaps she had no idea as to just what a fine looking lady she was. On the other hand, perhaps she was very aware of her looks and the effect she had on guys but had also learned that by pretending not to be aware of the fact just made her that much more desirable. One thing that was quite obvious, however, was the fact that at the moment she was notably upset. I told her that a phone was easy but that this time in the morning there wouldn't be a single cab running. I offered her the only thing that I could. Someone to listen to whatever was on her mind.
Now, let me interrupt myself here for just a moment. For those of you who live in the big cities and cabs are available 24 hours a day, seven days a week, let me explain that I live in a very small community where by there are two cab companies and a couple of independents but I doubt if all together there are two dozen cabs in our town and there are only a couple who are available when the bars close down to get the drunks home and even then only for about an hour.
OK, so, back to the story. I have no idea as to why she was willing to take me up on my offer but it really didn't take any convincing on my part to get her to accept. About her only rejection was that she didn't want to get me into any type of trouble. Telling her that there was no way at all that I would get into any trouble and inside the little booth she goes with me right behind her like a dog in heat.
The booth is very small. It was built with the idea of holding one person and having everything within easy reach. It is narrow enough that for two persons to pass each other both have to turn sideways. And as for length goes if you start at one end and take three normal walking steps you would be at the other end. So, there is no way that the two of us would not find ourselves close to each other with both of us inside. A situation that did not hurt my feelings one bit. On the other hand, I no sooner got the door closed and she remarked that perhaps this was not such a good idea, giving the reason that she needed to get away and she was sure that her boyfriend would be there shortly to look for her.
I enquired as to if the reason she was there had anything to do with the argument that I'd witnessed earlier. She told me that it was and then it was as if someone had opened up a flood gate for the words just rushed out of her mouth as she started telling me all the problems that were going on between her and the boyfriend and how enough was enough and she just had to get away from him. I just stood there, listening and agreeing that she was in a situation that she needed to be out of. She was nervous and as she talked she attempted to pace but due to the size of the booth her steps were extremely restricted. Then suddenly, she stopped and nervously said "I have to get out of here." I enquired as to where she would go and she told me she had no idea but that she was sure the boyfriend would be looking for her and this would be the first place he would look. Finding her there would be trouble not only for herself but more so for me. Asking if she wanted to go back to him s ickly said "no" but again stated that she was sure he would soon arrive and she just could be found there.
I then showed her the safety feature of the booth. Along the wall where the service window was located and just under the window was an open area. This area had three walls with the back wall being the brick wall of the building itself. The second wall was where the drop safe was located and the opposite wall, although just plywood, was still the same shape as that of the wall that housed the safe. It was designed with the idea that in case of a hold up the clerk could duck into the opening and from no place outside could the clerk even be seen. When I had first started this had been proven to me that even a man 6'4" and 300 pounds could not be seen sitting in this opening. I assured her that if she desired to stay that I would do her no harm and that if and when the boyfriend showed up all she had to do was duck into that opening and stay quiet.
As if on signal we both heard the Mustang coming up the road and moving fast. I'm not sure which one of us was the more nervous but I ordered her into the opening and she quickly responded. I moved the stool back into position and sat down. Just as I was doing this the car pulled into the lot and came to a halt in front of the booth with the screeching of tires. For one as large as he was it surprised me as to just how quickly he could move. He seemed to almost leap from the vehicle and demanded to know where Amanda was. I turned on the overhead light. When it was on it restricted my view of anything much past the lot itself so it was very common for me to keep it off when I did not have a customer or was studying. With this done it allowed him to see into the booth and the only person he saw was me. I also asked, "Who's Amanda?"
"Don't play stupid with me, Four Eyes." he yelled. "Where's my girlfriend?"
I'm sure that you can now guess that I wear glasses. I proceeded to turn around first to my left and then to my right as if to survey the entire lot before looking back to him and in a confused tone asked "You mean the girl that comes in here with you?"
"Yes," he thundered. "Amanda, where is she?"
"How should I know?" I asked. "I haven't seen her since you two were in here for cigarettes. And thank you for the tip, that will get me lunch tomorrow." I was being so polite and sincere. I was doing it only to rouse him as his girlfriend crouched on the floor, between my legs, as I sat on the stool before her. She had one hand holding the calf of one of my legs.
The boyfriend stood be on the other side of the glass and one could almost see the gears turning inside his head as he seemed to try to understand what the tip and lunch had to do with the whereabouts of his lost girlfriend. Obviously intelligence was not one of his qualities. Finally, as if to clear his head he shook it. Then he raised up on his toes and strained his neck, what there was of one, and attempted to look into the small booth where I was housed. "Is she in there?" he asked with some sort of a smile seeming to be playing around the edges of his mouth.
I felt the girl's hand tighten. "Sir, if you don't believe me," I said very calmly. "Just step to either end of the booth and look for yourself."
He stood there looking at me for a brief moment. His face had no expression in it at all. And then, with his eyes still riveted on me he began to walk to the end of the booth. I slid off the stool, leaving it exactly where it was, and stepped to the same end of the booth where he did. Of course, he had farther to walk than I did. He first looked in from the end and then he stepped around the corner to the door where he took grasp the door knob as if he expected it to open for him. Finding it locked he said "Let me in."
"Are you crazy?" I retorted. "I'd loose my job if I opened that door for you."
"Let me in." he yelled.
As an answer I simply picked up the iron pipe that leaned in the corner and dropped in into the hooks that were in the door. Since the bar was longer than the door was wide this meant that each end of the bar was against the wall of the building itself. Now for someone to be able to open the door they would have to be strong enough to tear the door off of the hooks that were bolted to it and they were stronger then the door knob was. The results were the door wasn't going to open.
I again found it interesting how this guy got a look on his face as he attempted to understand what I had just done. Finally, he gave the door a vicious yank, followed by a second before he seemed to realize that he was getting no where. He then looked behind him and he took notice of my truck. He looked back at me and smiled. Suddenly, I wasn't so sure having invited the girl inside had been such a good idea.
The guy walked around the building and returning to his car reached inside to retrieve something. I had taken a single stride and was again in front of my bullet proof window and with a heart that had stopped beating I watched to see what they guy was after. When he raised up he looked into the end of a yellow flashlight before turning it on. When he pushed the switch a beam of light eliminated his face and my heart started to beat again. At that same moment I heard the girl whisper "What's going on?" As an answer I simply waved my hand back and forth under the level of the window. The boyfriend, now armed with the light, walked back around the edge of the building and headed straight for my truck. The beam of the flashlight sort of danced back and forth in front of him as he walked.
A single stride placed me again at the door. Although I could have talked in a normal tone and the guy would never have been able to hear me, for some reason I found myself whispering to the girl as I told her that everything was just fine and that the boyfriend was obviously going to go check out my truck to assure himself that she was not in it. We exchanged some whispered conversation as she said that she was sorry for getting me involved in her troubles and I tried to assure her that she shouldn't even be at all concerned.
The guy checked out the cab of my truck and then the bed of the truck which had a shell on it that the top of was at the same level as the roof of the truck itself. Since I had just gotten the truck detailed two days before, there was absolutely nothing for him to see and especially there was not his girlfriend. Finally, satisfied that she was not in there he turned off the light and hung his head as if he was totally at a loss as to what to do. I knocked loudly on the door to get his attention.
"What are you doing?" she nervously whispered.
"It's ok," I assured her. "Just stay where you are." Since my knocking had attracted his attention I motioned for him to come to where I stood. When he reached the door I told him that if he went to the front door of the main building, and even pointed to it, that there was an area where a person could easily stand and perhaps she had gone there when I was asleep and hadn't seen her. Just like a kid being told where to go to find his Christmas present the guy took off, and almost at a run. I returned to the stool as I whispered to the girl what he was doing. I heard her giggle as she said "You're so bad." This caused me to smile.
I returned to the stool and took a seat. With her underneath the counter there was no room for my legs so I was astride the stool as if sitting on a horse. She placed one hand on the inside of my thigh and commented with a mischievous tone in her voice "Are you sure Graham is really outside or is this just a ploy you use to get defenseless young girl into compromising situations?"
Even though the boyfriend was on the other side of the lot, using his flashlight to search the area in front of the buildings main door I still rested my chin on my hand so that there would be no way that he would be able to see me talking and said to the girl "If Graham is your boyfriend's name then indeed he is out there, but I will have to admit that the few times in my life that I've been fortunate enough to have a woman between my legs, I've never complained." I paused for just a second before adding, "I also have to admit that none have ever been as pretty as you either."
I heard her laugh as she said, "I bet you tell that to all the girls."
By this time Graham was convinced that his girlfriend was not where he had just searched and was slowly walking back towards my booth. I ignored the girls statement but did tell her that he was on his way back. I didn't think about it at the time but the girl didn't move her hand away from my thigh.
Graham walked up to the booth and stood at the counter just staring at me. For some reason, he didn't look as menacing as he had in the past. For some reason he seemed he resembled a little kid that was on the verge of tears. We just continued to look at each other and then he spoke. "I can't imagine where the bitch is at."
I felt the girl dig her fingernails into my leg. In fact, she did so with enough force that it actually hurt. I guess Graham didn't notice the change in my facial expression or how I sat up a little straighter at my one arm shot underneath the counter. I grasped the girl's hand and held on. The boyfriend continued to run his mouth but I really wasn't paying a great deal of attention as to what he was saying. Fortunately, for me, she must have realized what she was doing and released her grip on my thigh. However, she didn't take her hand away and even though I relaxed my own grip, I didn't remove my hand from hers.
I don't know how much time passed, perhaps a minute or so, and then I noticed that she was kissing my hand in very soft, lingering kisses. I'd never had anyone ever do that to me before and I wasn't at all sure as to what to make of it. I can tell you that I liked it. I liked it enough that even though I was attempting to show some sympathy to the girl's boyfriend as he stood out there telling me that he could not think of any place she could be other than at this station, as well as why, and how ungrateful she was for no one watched out for her like he did, I was also trying to imagine what the girl under the counter must look like as she was slowly kissing all over my hand and fingers.
Then, she used her lips to raise on of my fingers and then ever so slowly she lowered her lips along the length of it. Once she had reached the bottom she began to tease it with her tongue. Even though I attempted to pay some sort of attention to what the boyfriend was rambling on about and give some appearance of attention to what he was saying my mind was spending more and more time on what the girl was doing. In truth, I was also aware that I was faced with an additional problem. My dick was beginning to stir. Now, don't ask me why, but for some reason I felt embarrassed by my reaction as if in so doing I would offend the girl who was causing the condition.
I really wanted the boyfriend to leave and said to him, "Surely, there is someone that she could have called, or perhaps this entire thing was already planed and the argument that she started with you was just a part of her plan. Maybe she had arranged for someone to pick her up or at least called them to do so."
"Na, she isn't that bright," he said.
I felt her gently bite down on my finger as if she were saying to me, "I heard that."
I sort of wiggled my other fingers and she quickly abandoned the one she had been holding and just as quickly captured another finger. Once it in her mouth she resumed teasing it with her tongue and then slowly sliding her lips up and then back down it's length. I'm sure that you can imagine, just as I was doing at the time, how her actions with my finger were exactly what she would be doing if it were a cock that she had inside of her mouth. My own cock began to rapidly move in an attempt to stand up but of course that was impossible as it was confined within my pants. This produced a most uncomfortable situation for me and as I attempted to shift myself to a more comfortable position I went on to explain my reasoning to the boyfriend.
"You may be right, but the way I see it, you are standing there telling me there are only two places that she could possibly be and yet, she is at neither place. Those being your own house and the second being here. Now, I know that you have searched here very thoroughly and have assured yourself that indeed she is not here." (Notice that I did learn something from my philology class for here I was instilling in him that idea that he now knew for a fact that indeed the girl was not on the property because he had done such a complete job of looking for her. My instructor would be so proud of me.) Now, if you did just as good a job of looking in and around your own home as you did here then that can only mean that she knew this is exactly where you would go to and for that reason she went elsewhere."
It was at about that instant that I felt the fingertips of the girl's other hand begin to lightly trace the outline of my confined cock. At this moment, had the boyfriend not have been standing there I would have immediately unfastened my pants and shoved my hard cock down the girl's throat. However, that was in no way possible and about all I could do was sit there and let the girl continue to tease me. I did, however, shift myself again in another attempt to remove some of the pressure that the material of my pants was causing. I have no idea what sort of a signal this sent to the girl but she seemed to work both her mouth, tongue and fingers in a combined effort to excite me even more. Needless to say, it was working.
During this time the boyfriend was busy telling me that he just didn't understand it. She wasn't at the house and she wasn't there. It was as if Aliens had come along and abducted her.
"Let me ask you this," I began. "If, when she got home she had picked up the phone and called someone and said to them, come pick me up, who would she have called?"
The guy looked at me really hard for a moment. In fact, me heart may have even stopped beating. I know for a fact that I stopped breathing. I didn't know what it was that I had done that had given myself away but somehow the man standing before me knew that his girlfriend was below me. I was simply waiting on the guy to reach through the bullet proof glass the separated us and grasp me by the throat. When suddenly he spoke up and said, "I bet she called the little weasel, Jeff." Of course, I had no idea who Jeff was, nor did I care. The only thing that I cared about was that I could go back to breathing.
Graham seemed to be on a roll. "Yea, that's what she did. She'd figure that I'd call her sister or maybe even make the drive to her home so she'd want to go elsewhere." He was now sort of walking back and forth a couple of steps each way so that he pretty much stayed in front of the window as he rambled on about what he was suddenly imagining was where he girlfriend was and even why this had to be the answer. I, on the other hand, was paying attention to what the girl was doing.
Amanda, had teased my cock and definitely had it in a condition of actual pain since it was still trapped within the confines of my jeans. I don't know if she was actually excited by what she was doing, feeling sorry for me, or what exactly was her reason but it was now that she began to unfasten my pants and reaching into my pants she grabbed my half hard cock and literally pulled it from the material of my pants where it was confined. I don't think that she realized just how rough she was being or how much what she was doing actually hurt. I was fortunate that Graham was pacing back and forth and not paying me any attention.
Once she had my cock freed she continued to play with it. I was definitely enjoying what was taking place below the counter. She seemed to have both hand moving back and forth, just all over my now rock hard cock and was even attempting to get her mouth involved. However, due to the fact that the counter was so low, or maybe it was the stool was so high, there wasn't much room at all for what she was attempting to do. In fact, for her to even run the palm of her hand over the head of by cock she had to bend it's angle or else there would not be enough room for her hand to pass between the distance between the tip of my cock and the underside of the counter.
Suddenly, my full attention was drawn back to the man outside of my booth, when I heard him proclaim "Oh, fuck!" I then shifted my attention in the direction he was looking and noticed a police car pulling into the lot. "I've got to go," the man said as he turned and headed towards his Mustang, just a few steps away. By this time, the police car had almost come to a stop. Because of how the Mustang was parked, at an obscure angle and sort of in the center of the pumps, the officer had stopped sort of in the area of the far pump but yet he was by no means close enough that he could have gotten gas, even if that had been his intention.
About this same time the girl started pulling at my pants, an attempt to get them down off my hips and provide her better access to my cock. Since the boyfriend was leaving and the cops, whenever they would venture out this far, would only stop in front of the booth and without ever getting out of their vehicle would simply inquire as to if I were alright. Guess it made them feel as if they were doing a good deed but could never see their reasoning. In any event, I slid completely off the stool, pushing it backwards with one foot and then proceeded to stand with my knees bent so as to keep only my chest, head and arms above the level of the counter. No sooner had I moved from the stool and my pants were down and the girl now had my rock hard member trapped within her mouth.
Now, here I am, just an average looking guy, who is at work, with his pants pulled down to his knees, totally excited, not only by what the girl was, and had been, doing to me but also the fact of the girl herself. This was a very beautiful girl, who guys like me only dream about and here she was, on her knees and not just sucking my cock as if she were paying off a bet or something, this girl was practically attacking it as if she were suffocating or something and the air that she needed to survive was within my cock. I can not remember a time, either before or sense that anyone has ever appeared to be so consumed by giving me head.
As she worked her mouth up and down my shaft, periodically shoving her face completely down it's length and letting the head slide down the narrow confines of her throat, I watched as the unexpected happened right before my eyes. No sooner was the black Mustang out of the way than the police officer pulled his squad car forward a few feet and then got out of his car. My first though was that he was going to approached the booth for some reason. What would I do if for whatever reason he was to come to the booth's door? Even if he were to simply walk to either end of the booth and look in he would plainly see that my pants now rested around my knees. I have no idea how much of the girl he's be able to see but hopefully enough for him to realize that it wasn't just a matter of for whatever reason I was standing there with my pants pulled down.
Even though the girl was doing an excellent job at what she was doing, the panic caused by the officer's actions were enough to distract me sufficiently that I was almost not even aware of what she was doing. The officer looked over the roof of his vehicle and said something. The distance between us and the thickness of the bullet proof glass kept me from understanding him. I reached up and pushed the button for the intercom located behind him and asked him what he'd said.
"Everything alright?" he asked.
"Sure is," I responded, thankful that he was staying away from me. It was just at that exact instant that the girl again drove her face to the bottom of my cock and held it there. I couldn't control myself. I think even if the officer had been standing directly in front of me at the moment it would not have distracted me enough to keep me from cuming and cum I did. The girl seemed to actually push herself tighter against me, in an attempt to get more of my cock down her throat and as she did she sort of pushed me off balance. I grabbed at the counter top to keep from falling and I must have closed my eyes. The only thing that I was aware of was how good it felt to be exploding my load down the throat of the girl kneeling at my feet.
I couldn't tell you if this lasted one second or one minute. The only thing I can say for sure was sometime after I had cum the girl slide her mouth part way back up my still hard cock and sort of held it there while she moved her tongue slowly over it. About then I opened my eyes just in time to see the officer's car pulling away from where he had been parked. I couldn't help but wonder if he had been observant enough to have witnessed me suddenly grab the counter top and then stand there with my eyes closed. Just another example of an individual who gets paid to much to do entirely to little. However, I was definitely glad to see him leave.
I now leaned back and looking down at the girl who still held my cock within her mouth as she rolled her eyes up to meet mine. She slowly slid her mouth upward till by cock popped from her mouth. She wasn't aware of it, I'm sure, but the fact that my cock was still hard was a clear sign that I was or had been extremely excited by what the girl had just done. The girl then smiled at me. I was dumbfounded. I had no idea as to what to do or to say. I know that I smiled back at her and then stumbled around as I attempted to tell her how much I appreciated what had just happened. Needless to say, I was not doing such a good job at it. Fortunately, for me, she saved came to my rescue by telling me, "You don't have to say a word. That was, without a doubt, the most erotic thing I've ever done in my entire life. I came all over myself and I didn't even touch myself to do so."
She was attempting to move past me to get herself out of the hole she had been hiding in and I moved out of the way to allow her to do so. She was at the same time telling me more about how much she had enjoyed what had just happened and how when I started going off it had triggered her own release. As this was all going on I was attempting to pull my pants back up and for some reason she looked down and took notice of the fact that I was still hard. She reached out and wrapped her hand around it, then looked back up to my face and with a mischievous grin said, do you have any idea what I'd like to do with this right now?"
I had no idea at all what was on her mind but I knew exactly what I'd like to be doing and it certainly had nothing to do with either of us wearing clothes and neither of us standing up. On the other hand, I was still at work, such as it was, and I turned to see exactly what time it was. Once again, I was thrown into a panic. The guy who works the morning shift was due to arrive at any moment. I had to get the girl out of there. So, very quickly I pulled her hand away from me, pulled up my pants and attempted to tell her the reasoning all at the same time. Fortunately for me, she was extremely understanding of the situation and didn't want to get me into any sort of trouble. I suggested to her that she let me put her in the back of my pickup truck. It has a topper over the bed of the truck and there was even a blanket there. She was reluctant to do so and said that she'd probably just walk back home. Of course this was something that she admitted she really didn't want but she didn't see she had a lot of options. It did take a couple of minutes to do so, but at last I convinced her that I did want to try to help her and that as soon as I was off of work I'd drive her to her sister's home. It took another couple of minutes to get the blanket spread out for her comfort and as she started to climb in she said to me, "You are a very sweet person." I'm sure I had some sort of a smart remark to retaliate with but I don't even remember what it was. However, just as I was closing up the back of the truck, Roy, the morning shift guy pulled into the lot. By the time he got his belonging out of the car and had made his way to the booth I had returned there and had started counting out my money in order to allow us to change shifts. This is something that should have already been done and he commented about how I'd been asleep. I told him I had and that is why I was running late and then told him about the boyfriend losing his girl and having been there looking for her. He thought that was funny and in short order I was finished and was leaving the station. As soon as I got out of site I stopped and let the girl out of the back and put her up front with me in the cab. Then off we went. I asked her for directions to her sisters and she inquired as to if it would be possible to go to my place instead. So, off to my place we went. If you happen to remember she had asked me when she held my cock in her hand if I knew what was on her mind, it turns out that we were both thinking along the same lines. It was a couple of days later before she went to her sisters and even after that we would get together from time to time till she decided to move to Texas. She spent the night with me and I drove her to the airport the following morning.
