The Convertible Traveler and Her Best-Kept Secret

I work at a service station lost between two towns, on a road that almost nobody uses. I know it’s not the most glamorous job in the world for a girl, but I like it. It’s simple, it doesn’t demand too much thought, and between one car and the next I have plenty of time for my own things. Sometimes I read. Sometimes I write stories like the one you’re reading now.

The place is far from everything, in a pretty stretch of land surrounded by dry fields. Just enough traffic to keep the lights on, but no real profit. At night, the silence is broken only by crickets and, very occasionally, the hum of an engine that comes close and then is lost again in the dark.

This summer is bloody hot. I’ve gotten used to working with nothing but my underwear under my orange coveralls, that garment that’s the height of anti-elegance. Normally I wear simple white cotton things, nothing provocative. My figure doesn’t really cause much scandal either: I’m more the slender, wiry type, with small, firm breasts.

But those clothes cling to my body better than they seem to. The sports tops show off my shape, as do the high-cut briefs. I don’t use enhancers or padding; I like everything to show exactly as it is.

That Saturday night, however, my lingerie was a different story. Before my shift I’d gone out for a few drinks with some friends, and I’d put on a black lace set that covered almost nothing. It made my pink nipples visible and let the shaved lips of my cunt be guessed at. I barely had time to take off my shorts and T-shirt and pull on the coveralls to make it in for my shift. So there I was at midnight, with the boldest lingerie I own hidden under the ugliest uniform in the world.

At three in the morning, after getting bored for quite a while, a car pulled up. A small red convertible sports car, the kind that roars before you even see it. Behind the wheel, an impressive brunette, with a very long mane of hair and a face that looked as if it had come straight out of an ad.

What came out of the door first was a pair of very long, toned, naked legs. More than getting out of the car, she seemed to unfold herself from it, inch by inch, as if she knew I was watching her.

I could see her whole body when she stood up beside the car to stretch her back. The heat that night had convinced her to wear a microscopic miniskirt, almost riding up to some tight butt cheeks, with a slit over the left thigh that ran almost all the way to the hip. On top, an even smaller top spilling over with huge breasts, the kind almost certainly enhanced in surgery. Her hard nipples pressed against the thin fabric.

I have to confess I went stupid, staring at her without even going near the pump. I got turned on just looking at her. I felt the tiny lace thong I was wearing under my coveralls grow wet.

“Fill her up?” I managed to say, recovering some professionalism.

“Fill her up, thanks,” she answered in a deep, warm voice that raised gooseflesh on my skin.

She was gorgeous, and a perfect candidate for killing time chatting or for whatever might come up. I pulled the zipper on my coveralls down below my navel, as if I were hot, to see how she’d react to a bit of provocation.

Through the opening you could see my lace bra and the cleavage between my small, firm breasts. She took the opportunity to give me a slow, shameless look that traveled from top to bottom.

If she leaned a little closer, she’d surely be able to see my shaved pussy. The coveralls were loose and the thong was cut very low: she had almost everything in plain view of her blue eyes.

Noticing her interest, I dropped the zipper a little farther, down to the waistband of the thong matching the bra, from which she hadn’t missed a single detail. I did it as if by accident, while we talked. We talked about the heat, her trip, what I had to check on the car, as if nothing at all were happening between us.

“I’m just traveling around, but I don’t have to get anywhere in particular,” she said, leaning against the hot metal. “I’m kind of just taking it as it comes.”

As if all the flirting and the gestures didn’t matter. She didn’t seem to be in a hurry, so when I finished filling the tank, I offered her something cold to drink and a place to rest.

“Have a soft drink with me. It’s a very boring night.”

She gave me a beautiful smile.

“Of course. I already told you I’m in no hurry to get anywhere.”

***

We sat down on an old sofa I keep at the back of the little booth, facing the stars, which that summer night were shining with an intensity you only ever see far from the cities. I led her around the building, with me behind her carrying the two soft drinks. It was impossible to look away from the sway of her hips, from the swing of that hard little ass under the skirt.

I didn’t know how to make a move on such a beauty, when I wanted so badly to have her in my arms. When she sat down, the little skirt rode up even higher and gave me a glimpse of her tight butt cheeks. When she leaned forward, her neckline opened up and she seemed even more desirable.

I decided to raise the stakes. I pulled the coveralls off my shoulders and arms and let them fall to my waist, complaining about the heat.

“These nights are stifling. But it’s wonderful like this, wearing hardly anything.”

From the waist up I was left only in the sheer bra that barely covered the areolae of my nipples. I saw her eyes get lost in my breasts. She asked me:

“Is it a set? Do the panties match? I bet they fit you just as well. By the way, they look amazing on you.”

“The first part, yes, it’s a set,” I answered. “And the thong matches. Would you like to check for yourself how it fits me?”

Of course she said yes, otherwise I wouldn’t be telling this story. I returned the compliment.

“I’d love to see you too. You’ve got a model’s body.”

“Wow, thanks. And what are you going to show me?” she said, amused.

She didn’t even wait for the answer. With fewer hang-ups than I had, she pulled the little top off over her head, freeing those enormous tits, because underneath she wasn’t wearing a thing.

Those breasts left me hypnotized. Hard, they stood on their own, round and high. The nipples, dark, small, and firm, pointed straight at my face as if challenging me.

I didn’t waste the chance. I leaned in just enough to catch one of her nipples between my lips, and she let me with delight. She brought her tits closer to my face and I kneaded them with my hands, happy to finally have that pair of breasts all to myself.

She started panting almost at once. She liked what I was doing to her, and every inch of her skin drove me wild. I’d never had tits like that within reach before, to squeeze and lick at my leisure. They weren’t the first I’d caressed, but my friends’ breasts were smaller or, when they were big, much less firm.

Now it was my turn to offer a little more. I stood up and took off my coveralls completely, displaying myself to her in my lingerie set. There I was, almost naked, on an old rug spread over the dirt, under the stars, in my best thong and my best bra.

She looked at me with a desire she made no attempt to hide. I turned slowly so she could see me from head to toe. Her eyes fixed on my body made me feel special.

As soon as she saw my ass exposed by the thong, she grabbed it, rubbing and squeezing, which is one of my weak points. I turned to kiss her, bent down, and found her lips with mine. I felt her tongue playing with mine, the mix of our saliva, her teeth nibbling at my lip.

Slowly I moved closer. I spread my thighs to straddle hers, looking into her eyes. My hands stayed glued to her enormous breasts as if with glue, kneading them, pinching her nipples.

I pressed my chest against hers, seated astride her thighs. She didn’t let go of my buttocks for a second, as if she were afraid they might slip away.

***

I wanted to discover more of her body, so I slid a hand between our bellies until I reached her waist. I unfastened the skimpy skirt that barely covered her hips. There was no need to pull it down over her thighs: I undid two clasps and the garment fell open on the cushion, under her ass. I’d have to buy myself a skirt just like it.

Her thong was as sheer and delicate as mine, but it could barely conceal the surprise that woman was hiding. Between her thighs, pressing against the fabric, there was a beautiful cock that rested softly against my cunt. It was only when I felt that unexpected friction that I finally understood who my guest was.

The surprise was more than pleasant. While we kissed with passion, I slid a hand between our bellies to stroke her sex. I took it in my hand and traced a finger from the glans to the base, savoring its size and hardness. The smooth, shaved skin welcomed my caresses, and I muffled her moans by pushing my tongue deep into her throat.

“You weren’t expecting this, were you?” she whispered against my mouth.

“No,” I admitted. “But I can’t imagine a better surprise.”

She kept devouring my mouth while she finished undressing me. My sheer bra soon went to join her top, off to one side of the old sofa. My breasts, much smaller than hers and very sensitive, were left bare, eager for caresses. After kissing my neck and licking my cleavage, she came for them and took my nipples into her mouth.

She hesitated for a second between tearing my thong off or moving it aside, but it was too expensive a garment to destroy. She followed the elastic with her fingers along the crease of my ass until she found my wet sex, and simply shoved the damp fabric to one side.

I pressed the lips of my pussy against her hard member, which stuck out sideways beneath the thong, not entering me yet, only moving slowly back and forth. That way I got the soft friction of her glans against my clit. She kept stroking my legs, my thighs, the backs of my knees, which made me even more goosefleshed.

I wanted that cock with an intensity I didn’t remember ever feeling before. Feeling it hard and defiant on that perfect female body made me want it even more. I could feel her breasts rubbing against mine as we kissed without pause.

***

I ran my hands over her neck and leaned back, propped on one of the sofa arms. I told her I wanted to feel her weight on me while she fucked me.

I dragged her over my body until I was lying down with my thighs wide open, waiting for her. I could feel her lips and tongue traveling over my skin: my neck, my shoulders, even my armpits. Every kiss sent a shiver through me.

I pulled the thong aside myself, spread the lips of my sex, and guided her member inside with my other hand. Then I grabbed her buttocks hard to drive her into me, wrapping my legs around hers behind the knees, crushing my tits against her enormous breasts, looking into her eyes.

She thrust with her hips and entered me all the way, until her body crashed against mine. She licked the sweat from my neck while she fucked me and pinned me to the old sofa with her weight.

Holding her ass tight, I didn’t take long to come from that rush of sensations. I rode one orgasm into the next. Our moans must have carried for miles in the night’s silence, mixed with the chirping of the crickets.

Luckily there wasn’t any engine sound coming to interrupt us. She picked up the pace, looking for her own release. I asked her to come inside me, that I wanted to feel her filling me.

“I’m coming,” she panted.

“Do it, give it to me inside. I’ll take care of myself.”

She bit my shoulder as she spilled, and I came once more. She didn’t let me move, didn’t take her mouth from my skin. Soon she started a new descent downward.

I felt her tongue on my breasts again, in my armpits, on my belly, lingering on my navel, moving down to my shaved cunt. Every centimeter was a new sensation on that hot night.

“I’m going to taste you all over,” she murmured.

“Like this? With everything you’ve left inside me?”

“Exactly like this.”

As she went lower, her hard nipples kept brushing my skin insistently. A spasm of pleasure ran through me when her tongue parted my lips and reached my clit. She didn’t care at all that I was flooded with her semen; she seemed to be hunting for it inside me with her playful tongue. She lifted my legs a little higher until the tip of her tongue pressed into my ass. My knees nearly touched my nipples. And the orgasms came back, one after another.

I nearly suffocated her by squeezing her head between my thighs. Then, more relaxed, she lay back down on top of me and we kissed tenderly after what we had shared.

***

I could taste the mixture of my fluids and her semen on her tongue, and that urged me to keep playing with her mouth. I didn’t want to let her leave without tasting her directly from the source. I didn’t know whether she’d be able to get hard again, but it wouldn’t be for lack of effort on my part.

I lay her on her back on the cushions and leaned between her thighs. As she had done with me a little earlier, I lifted her toned legs almost up to her tits. Slowly, her member regained its firmness, hard again, erect above her pubis and pointing at the stars.

I was still amazed that such a beautiful woman had such a beautiful cock, and judging by how quickly it was ready to go again, almost at will. I stared at it for quite a while, enjoying the sight of that work of art.

At last I leaned down until my lips touched her sex. I stuck out my tongue and started licking like a greedy little cat. We both still had our thongs on, but hers didn’t stop me from tracing her smooth skin.

My saliva ran over her perfectly shaved pubis when I decided to move up the shaft. I was never one for deep throating, but I manage very well with tongue and lips when it comes to giving a good cock pleasure. And that’s exactly what I did, with all the desire I felt for her.

I took her glans into my mouth and licked it slowly. I kissed the shaft, went back to the base, came up again. Never stopping the motion of my hand up and down. My firm tits resting on her toned thighs. With my other hand I played with her little ass until I slid two fingers into her anus.

At last came the spasms announcing her orgasm. I took her into my mouth to catch all her semen on my tongue and kept it there to share with her in a new, lewd kiss.

Once again she had no hesitation about sharing her fluids with me. Our tongues crossed, and hers left no corner of my mouth unexplored.

After a while of tenderness, she had to continue her journey. Taking our time, we dressed each other. Now more relaxed, her member fit back into the thong with no trouble. The skimpy skirt returned to its place on her hips, just as provocative as when she got out of the car. My lingerie also went back where it belonged, and the coveralls covered my body far too much, in both our opinions.

I was still able to lean over her, now seated behind the wheel of the convertible, and give her one last goodbye kiss before watching her taillights disappear down the road. I never learned her name. I didn’t need to. I only know that, ever since that night, whenever I hear an engine approaching in the early hours, I look up from my book hoping to see a red sports car.