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I was 21 years old, left home, a school drop out drifting from job to jobsince the age of sixteen, never settling in one long enough to get anywherein life, always only earning just enough to run a car and get by, just.
And so, another job, here I was, a teenager working in a gas station. Oneof the few that are not a self service station and now, after just a week,my job was to fill the customer's tanks, check oil if asked and take the cashor cheques.
Just myself, it was a small filling station and I worked the early to midafternoon shift, busy during rush hours but quieter later.
It was late morning on a warm partly cloudy early summer's day I first sawher. From the office cum shop I looked up from a certain magazine I was readingas a mid sized Ford saloon drove onto the garage forecourt, stopping by oneof the pumps. With undisguised boredom I rose from my seat to stand by thedoor just as the women driver got out of the Car.
From where I stood I reckoned she was probably middle aged, maybe in her earlyforties or late thirties, a lovely redhead. As she was standing on the otherside of the Car from me I could only see her head, shoulders, and, to my delight,a very large pair of tits pushing out from her light yellow summer dress. Shewas my kind of woman, tall well built, but far from overweight.
She was in fact the statuesque and beautiful mature woman of my many wet dreamsand now she was walking around the Car to the rear, where the petrol cap wassituated on that model, behind a spring hinged license plate.
Now many customers just stay in the Car, waiting for you to serve them, whythis particular lady did not, I don't know, it may have been better for herhad she done so. Whatever she now looked across to where I stood and gave mea friendly smile in anticipation of service, smiling back, aware of my heartbeating a little faster, I made my way across to her Car.
Sometimes, not often in life, but just sometimes, when you least expect it,elements conspire to allow you a moment of pure joy. There came, to my utterdelight, one such moment. I was maybe 10 or 15 feet from her, the tall redheadbent over, her hand reaching to pull back the spring hinged license plate.At that very moment the sun came out from behind a cloud. Suddenly, the angleof the sun against the light summer dress, now pulling against her buttocksturned the thin material almost totally transparent, my heart, already beatingfast, was now thumping wildly against my chest.
Tights and panty hose have succeeded the appeal, to most women anyway, ofstockings and suspenders or garter belts. But, right at that moment it wasclearly apparent this lady was having none of it. That marvellous summer sunwas giving me, to her obvious ignorance, a wonderful viewing of her transparentblack lingerie. Her bra, panties, suspender belt and black stockings, all clearlypresenting the milky white skin beneath, even down to the perfect milky globesof her buttocks.
It was, at that time, the most wonderful sight of my young life. I had seennaked women for sure, for real and in magazines of course. I had a girlfriend,I had seen her naked. But something about this woman, something about thatmoment made this very special.
Then she was standing upright, turning to me with the now removed petrol cap.
Thinking back, I still don't know how I dragged my eyes from this lusciousbeauty and removed the petrol delivery hose from the pump before she saw myobvious discomposure. I did though manage to bend over and place the hose intothe filler, certain I must have sounded weird when asking how many gallonsshe required.
The words, ?fill it up please' floated down to me. I turned around, liftingmy face toward her and nodding in acknowledgement. By now she had moved andwas remarkably, once again standing in that direct sunlight, only this timethe front of her body was face on to my eyes.
Bent over as I was, I was suddenly face on and only a couple a feet away fromher midriff, to my utter delight I found myself looking straight through boththe dress and the transparent panties to the wonderful spectacle of her beautifulcunt
Cunt? Yes, her cunt, because this beautiful redhead had carefully shaven offher pubic hair until just a small triangle remained, the apex of which, pointeddeliciously down toward that bare cunt!
And, most wonderful of all, she was innocently unaware of either the trickthe sunlight was playing on her, or of course, my fantastic view of her wonderfulshaven cunt.
By now of course I had one hell of a hard on and, when the Petrol deliverywas complete it was a struggle replacing the hose before making my way backto shop. Fortunately the woman walked in front of me, once again blissfullyunaware of her generous offerings!
Somehow I managed to accept payment and wish her good day with ought arousingany suspicion from her. But, for the rest of that day, and for long afterward,she occupied the very hub of my existence, in short her face, her body, hercunt lips, all were embedded in my memory, instantly available to my mindseye. Every available moment I found myself fantasising about just what I coulddo with this mature beauty If ever I had the opportunity and, needless to say,my cock stiffened at the prospect, throbbing violently until I was able tolie down, close my eyes and picture her whilst my hand did the job her cuntwas made for and my spunk shot high and hard from my cock.
It was a couple of days later, whilst having an evening beer that I couldcontain myself no longer. Jimmy had long been my best friend, we drank together,went out together, dated girls together. It had been Jimmy who had first introducedme to the bondage magazines he regularly obtained ?in town'
To say I was hooked straight away would understate it, and Jimmy, seeing this,soon had us chatting and discussing the subject, it was, yet another bind toour friendship and soon we were discussing our perfect ?bondage subjects'.
At that time we had not approached our respective girlfriends on the subject,mainly because Jimmy's ideal ?subject' was his older sister. My though wasfor some reason older women and at that time my fantasy was the older Barmaidin the pub where we drank.
Now though, that had changed and that evening I could not but help tell Jimmyof my experience at the filling station. Jimmy nodded, smiling wisely as ifin secret knowledge whilst I recounted my experience, my cock stiffening yetagain as I pictured her.
?What sort of car was it' asked Jimmy when I finally fell silent.
?A blue Ford' I replied. Jimmy was now smiling broadly and nodding his head.
?Mrs. Freeman' he eventually informed me. ?Christ Will, she is married tothe Manager of the Timber factory where I work, they live up the lane justpast your filling station Will, probably a regular there, I should think youwill be seeing her most weeks to fill her car. I must say she is one hell ofa looker for her age though, she drops off old man Freeman at the factory quitea bit, never gets out of the Car but you can see her big tits easily enoughlooking down from my office window and unless she wears some special sort ofbra she certainly scores big time in that department Will!.' In fact I havemet her a few times when old man Freeman had my carry things down to the carfor him.
By now my mind was working overtime, the thought of seeing ?Mrs. Freeman'(she was now more than just ?She') on a regular basis had both good and badconnotations.
On the one hand I could fantasise all I wished, on the other, what use isconstant fantasising; all you would do is wank yourself silly! But Jimmy hadalso mentioned she lived up the long lane just up the road from where I worked.
?So Will' said Jimmy interrupting my train of thought. ?And just what wouldyou do with your Mrs. Freeman if you were given the chance?
Jimmy was openly asking me to reveal the bunch of jumbled thoughts I had beendeliberating for the past two days, I wondered if I should tell him, but ofcourse we both enjoyed the same type of sexual fantasies and so I told him,I told Jimmy exactly what, given the opportunity, I had planned for Mrs. Freeman.
Jimmy listened intently, clearly fascinated by my ideas, his hand openingrubbing his crotch whilst I gave him a complete run down of all my thoughtsabout a get-together between Mrs. Freeman and myself.
?Well' replied Jimmy ?that's some fantasy Will boy, I love it!
Then he leaned forward, we were already sat in the quietest area of the Pubbut Jimmy now whispered in conspiracy. ?What you don't know Will, is that oldMan Freeman spends weeks away at a time, in America and Canada on businessleaving the lovely Mrs. Freeman all by herself in that big lonely house!'
I leaned back in my chair then and slowly exhaled my breath.
?Think about it Will, she must be gagging for it, dressing in that fashion,I reckon your ideas are just perfect but you couldn't do it on your own, solets both of us work on it. She's not really my perfect woman Will, but I cannotstand old man Freeman, he's always having a go at me, he's a racist, hatesthe blacks and acts the ?I'm Mr. Big around here' so I can find out when he'sgoing and help you by getting the things your going to need and maybe I willwatch you fuck his wife! That would be revenge enough for me, every time Ilook at him I could think of his lovely wife sucking your Cock Will, maybeeven mine, who knows!' Jimmy sat back, laughing. I joined him, careful notto overdo it and arouse suspicion in others.
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