By Margo Perry  (margo707 AT rogers DOT com)
Copyright 2001 by Margo Perry, all rights reserved.

          Scott’s eyes were irritated from straining against the desert heat that rose from the highway in constant wavering trails.  His air-conditioner hadn’t worked all day and his gas-gauge was nudging empty when he saw the sign: ‘GAS AHEAD’.

“Just in time,” he grumbled to himself. 

 “Fill ‘er up,” he told the attendant.

After driving for three hours straight, it felt good to stretch his legs.  The store looked empty.

            “Hey!  What can I do for you?” 

The voice, deep and husky, startled him.  The attractive woman moving from the back of the store was small-framed, about five-feet tall.  A cap of blonde curls framed her child-like face.  Snug blue jeans hugged her swaying hips and a white tank top stretched across the largest breasts Scott had ever seen.

            He stopped in his tracks, speechless, eyes glued to the vision before him.

            “Cat got your tongue?  Come on over,” she teased.

            Scott crossed the room self-consciously and sat on a stool. 

            “My name’s Sally and you’re hot and tired.   What can I get you?”

            She leaned toward him, elbows on the counter, her breasts exploding between her arms.  She stared boldly into his eyes.  “What can I get you?” she purred.

            “Sorry,” Scott said, not knowing why he said it.  Maybe because, hard as he tried, he couldn’t keep eyes off her chest.  Couldn’t keep his cock from pulsing against the rough material of his pants?  Couldn’t help desperately wanting this woman whose name he didn’t know?  Couldn’t …

            “I think you need help,” she laughed knowingly.  “Cool yourself,” she said, handing him a coke.

            Scott’s hands trembled as he popped the tab and took a careful sip.

            Hypnotized, he watched Sally scoop a vanilla cone and hop easily onto the freezer.  She licked the cone, smiled seductively and trailed her pink tongue across her lips.

“It’s so hot,” she said, stroking the mountains of flesh that rose and fell just above her top.  She watched him.

           Imagining … He moves his palms in circles across her hard nipples.  He kisses her eyes, cheeks, nose and neck.

“Kiss me,” he begs, his tongue finally slow dancing with hers, her incredibly huge breasts pressing him into total subservience.  “Touch me.”

“Not yet,” she whispers.  “There’s something you need to see.”

Slowly, ever so slowly, she lifts her shirt.  Scott gasps at the lacy white bra, the creamy smooth flesh that overflows from it, the mysteriously deep cleavage.

“Do you like them?” she asks.  “Show me, show me how much you like them.  Show me how much your cock loves them!”

Scott reaches …

 “Car’s ready,” the attendant said, slapping a gas bill in front of him.

“Ah … thanks,” Scott said.

Dollar for the coke,” Sally said.

“Nice meeting you,” Scott said, pulling out his wallet.

“Yes it was,” Sally said softly.  “Safe driving.”

 Scott climbed back into his car.  The heat didn’t seem as hot and the road didn’t seem as long.