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Gas Station
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The first thing I noticed about her was that she was
wearing white hose. I have a thing for white hose. I watched
as she got out of her car and went around to the hood, lifted
it, and peered inside. After looking about glumly for a few
minutes, she closed the hood. Then she saw my shop. As she began
to walk towards me, I took the time to study the rest of her.
She was about 5'4" and a little plump,but that was okay by me.
As she closed the distance between us, my eyes were drawn to
her breasts which were large and firm and jiggled slightly as
she walked. Finally, she reached me and said, "Hi. My car is
broke and I can't seem to get it going, could you help me?"
I gazed down into her blue eyes and said, "Sure, let me push
it down here and I'll see what I can do." I told her her to
have a seat in the office and went outside to push here car
in. I got it back inside and opened the hood. Her coil wire
had come off. I put it back on. Then I pretended to mess
around under the hood while stealing furtive glances at her
through the office window. She had crossed her legs and
her skirt was just above her knees. Occaisionally, I would
get a quick glance of her nyloned thighs. Finally, I couldn't
take it anymore and went over to my toolbox. I pulled out
two short lengths of cord I used for towing and laid them
near her car. Then I went to the front of the shop and closed
and locked the sliding door. I strolled over to the office to
talk to her. When I entered, she said, "Is it serious? Can you
fix it?"
"Well...", I started.
"I don't have much money to pay you but I can leave you
my address and phone number."
"That won't be neccessary, we'll work something out.", I said.
"Come here and I'll show you what was wrong."
She followed me out of the office to her car and I made
up some complicated mumbo jumbo about her timing system. She
stared wide-eyed and nodded. I couldn't take my eyes of her breasts.
She said, "Thank you so much, is there anything I can do to
repay you?"
"Well, come over here and I'll show you." She followed me around
to the rear of her car and I bent and picked up the cord. I turned
rapidly around and wrapped the cord around her wrists before
she knew what had happened.
"What are you doing?", she gasped.
"We're working something out.", I replied.
I pulled her over to the lifts I used to raise cars
and manuvered her under them. I raised her arms over her
head and tied her left wrist to the left arm of the lift
and her right wrist to the right arm.
"Please, no...", she wimpered.
I stood back and observed my work. She looked positivly
magnificent standing there with her arms tied above her
head. Helpless. I walked over to the lift control and raised
it slightly taking the slack out of the the cord. Her arms
were now stretched tightly over her head. I walked back to
her and knelt at her feet. Slowly, lovingly, I slipped her
silky, white-stockinged clad feet out of her heels. She was
forced to stand on tip toe to avoid hanging from her wrists.
Again, that whimper, "Please..."
I slowly began to stand, running my hands from her ankles,
up her nyloned calfs, accross the back of her knees, catching
the hem of her skirt, up to the tops of her thighs.
"You look beautiful in white stockings.", I said. Then I pulled
her close to me and kissed her forcefully. I slid my tongue slowly
over hers and bit her lower lip gently. She moaned. I pulled
away and slowly slid my hands around from her thighs up to her
breasts, cupping them gently. I unbuttoned her blouse slowly,
savoring the anticipation of sucking her nipples. I pushed her
blouse up over her head and moved behind her her to unhook her
bra. I moved my hands slowly, feeling the straps of her bra, and
letting her wonder what was next. I moved to the center of her
back and slowly undid the catches of her bra.
"Please, I beg you...", she said.
"You beg me for what?", I replied.
Her only answer was an increase in breathing. I slid the
straps of her bra around and pulled it above her head and
moved around in front of her. Her breasts were gorgeous.
She was a 38D and her breasts were soft and firm. Her large
pale nipples were taut and crinkled. My mouth went dry.
I slowly lowered my head toward her right nipple, tongue
extended.
"Oh God, please no...don't..."
I closed my mouth around her nipple and sucked gently with it
between my tongue and the roof of my mouth. She moaned, again.
I increased the pressure on her nipple until I was sure some
of the groans were from pain. I let go of her right nipple and
began moving towards her left nipple. As my mouth closed over it,
she moaned again and tensed her whole body. With her nipple in
my mouth, I reached around and unzipped her skirt letting it
fall to the floor. I backed away and looked at her; no bra,
in only a half-slip and white nylons. I almost came right there.
I stepped toward her and knelt, her eyes following me. I bent to
her ankles and slowly slid my tongue up along those gorgeous
stockinged legs, past her knees and thighs, and buried my face
between her legs. A low moan escaped her lips and I could feel
her pressing herself against my face. Slowly, I slid my tongue
down her other nyloned leg to her ankle. Then, I delicatly peeled
her hose off and buried my face between her legs again. This time,
a whole series of moans escaped her lips and she was pratically
bucking like a horse. I stood up and stripped off my clothes
while she watched. I'm sure she knew I was going to fuck her
but she didn't have either the energy or the desire to plead
anymore. Finished with my clothes, I pulled her to me and
started sliding my swollen member as deep in her as it would go.
After several minutes, she began moving with me and making small
animal noises. We came together in a blinding climax that left
both of us drained. I reached up and released the cords binding
her wrists and handed her her clothes. After she was dressed, she
looked up at me and said, "My name is Chris. Thanks for helping
me with my car. If I ever have anymore trouble with, I know where
to come." I watched silently as she got in and drove away...
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