The gas attendant sat on his stool between his two antiquated pumps, a dog eared dime novel he had read a thousand times sat between his knees as he stared down at the words, not really focusing on them as he tried to pass the time. As the sun climbed higher into the sky he could feel the gray work uniform heat up. No clouds again today, and as the sun hit its apex the arid land baked and stewed. He looked longingly at the cold drinks in the stand up coolers, but pushed the temptation away. His shift would be over in a few hours and he could go into town and get an ice cold beer at the Pit Stop Bar and Grill, maybe see if he could get enough liquor into Willa Kline to get a sloppy blow job in the parking lot after last call.
His daydream was broken as he saw a tiny beacon of light miles in the distance. The filling station at the bottom of the valley gave a panoramic view of the enormous bowl-shaped depression in the earth, allowing him to see any traffic coming or going as soon as they descended into valley. It was the only car he had seen so far today.
He recognized it immediately as a car, the reflection off its windshield was blinding even at this distance, and it was hauling ass. When it was only a mile away, he could see that it was a candy apple red convertible of some kind. At half a mile it began to slow and a turn signal came on, and as it started to pull into the old filling station, he had to peel his aviators off.
"Holy Shit," he said, gazing as the 1968 Buick Skylark came to a gentle stop next to a gas pump. The engine stopped and as the door opened, he finally got a look at the driver as a slender, golden tanned leg came into view ending in an onyx black three inch stiletto. He didn't think the leg was going to end, but it was suddenly forgotten as a tight round ass came into view.
"See something you like?" he heard suddenly.
He looked up and saw the woman. She had gorgeous dark blonde hair done up in a french curl and immaculate shining blue eyes. Her skin was flawless save for a small mole on her cheek and seemed to glow. She wore a hot pink, form fitting strapless dress with a wide black belt wrapped around her slender waist. The dress ended a few inches above her knees and clung tightly to her supple curves.
"This car." He managed to say, "this is a thing of beauty."
She was leaning against her driver side door, a dark golden sliver of hair hung down in her face. Her breasts were perfect orbs holstered and boosted in the dress to form just the right amount of cleavage. They rippled deliciously in their clothed carriage as she shut the door with a bump of her hip. He felt a twitch in his pants and stood.
She affectionately rubbed the car, "She sure is, isn't she?"
"What can I get you today?"
"Fill her up with super, please," she said, eyeing the ice box as he had before she had crested the ridge. She opened the case and grabbed a bottle of orange soda.
He got the gas cap off and got the fuel flowing, and the numbers slowly started to spin. These old pumps took forever to fill tanks, and if they were on E, it could take a while. When he turned she was rubbing the ice cold bottle across the exposed portion of her chest, looking skyward with her eyes shut. She was sitting on the hood of the car now, moaned slightly as she cooled off. She slowly spread her legs. His cock was raging hard.
She opened her eyes and saw him staring. Before he could look away, she grinned, and rotated one of the slender heels of her shoe, catching the top of the tire, and then she hooked the other leg at the knee over rear view mirror.
