Saturday morning, 7 a.m., I arrived to open up the station on a clear, calm summer morning. Unlocking the pumps, motor oil display, and then checking the rest rooms for tidiness and cleanliness. Adding paper towels and toilet paper, I glanced up at the vent fan fixture, recalling what had transpired the previous day. I could see only blackness through the louvers and regarded it as secure. I heard Russ pull up outside on his Honda as I hosed down and mopped both johns.
Finishing I went out front to the office where Russ was setting up the cash drawer. He motioned to the back of the lot and asked whose car was parked out back. I hadn't noticed before but now I could see that indeed a strange car was parked and there seemed to be someone stirring inside it. A young man jumped out and made a beeline for the restroom. Then three young girls emerged, hair disheveled, and obviously in need of relief also. The guy came out and moved his car to the gas pumps, stating that they were almost completely empty and had arrived sometime after two AM.
Russ began filling his car and I went about returning the cleaning stuff to the storeroom. Hearing the girls voices from behind the metal wall of the john, I thought I'd sneak an early morning peek. So up the ladder I went, quietly and peered down through the vent. There I spied to blondes and a redhead, the redhead sitting on the toilet, the others doing the mirror thing and fishing around in their bags for combs, makeup, whatever. I concentrated on the redhead, as she balled up a wad of T.P. and went to work dabbing her crotch.
Standing, it was easy to verify that her hair color was indeed genuine. Instead of pulling up her undies however, she stepped out of them completely. As she stepped away from the commode, the taller blonde quickly took her place, letting go of what sounded like a very urgent stream. The redhead was unbuttoning her top, turning her back to the standing blonde who unsnapped her bra.
Oh my fucking God, there were the most exquisitely perfect little firm breasts I had ever seen. She turned toward the mirror, this way then that, to admire her chest, giving me a view that wouldn't quit. She gave her perfect little pears a cup with her hands then let them drop, all the while checking them out in the reflection. Then, as I was to learn was normal behavior for girls, she bounced up and down a few times, observing her mammalian responsiveness. Pleased with the results of the inspection, she bent over her bag fumbling around for her bikini. That did it. I audibly sucked in my breath, (did they hear?) as I was exposed to a sparely furred cunt and cute little pucker of an anus, wiggling slightly as she foraged in her bag. Holy Shit, I thought to myself, my pecker so hard that a cat couldn't scratch it. She then stood and donned the bikini, her friend helping tie the top in place from behind.
The blondes traded places on the crapper, and I could see that the taller one had a very dark patch between her legs, and she too repeated the same show as the redhead until her bikini was also secure in place. The shorter blonde, now getting my full attention, spread her legs wide as she sat, dabbing at that secret place, and cussed. Damn, of all the luck, guess who's come to visit, she complained. With that she reached into her bag and produced a tampon. This was all very new to me, I knew a little about such things but not much.
Though my view of the toilet was not that great, the reflection from the mirror was. I watched, my breathing rapid, as she spread her pussy open with one hand and inserted the tampon with the other, wiggling it just a little to get it started in. I came in that instant, no hands, just spurting in my pants, while a moan escaped my lips. All three girls started and began looking in the direction of that sound. I jerked my head back, almost slipping and falling from the ladder. They stared at the vent for the longest time, I thought for sure I was caught, but then they went about nervously finishing their dressing and primping without talking. I slowly, cautiously climbed down the ladder to return to my duties out front.
Russ had finished with their car and the guy had pulled it around to the back and the girls came out and loaded in. The redhead, sitting in back, was talking into the guys ear and he began giving me a very unfriendly stare. I was afraid he might get out and confront me but instead they pulled away, heading toward the beach.
Whew, I though, that was too weird. Russ came over and seeing the look on my face and the wet beginning to show on the front of my Levis, merely smiled, shaking his head in mock wonder. I retired to the men's room and did my best to mop myself up, I must have cum a gallon. The rest of the day proved to be very busy as it is want to be on weekends, and though Russ had an opportunity for a few peeks, I stayed clear and waited on customers.
Later on that evening I had a very strange experience. It being Saturday night and the town being full of visitors, we were pumping a shit load of gas, a dollar at a time. Busy as beavers, we were still required to offer full service to each and every customer, regardless of their purchase. Remember, this is 1967. A '56 Ford Crown Victoria, customized, pulled in and the driver, hopping out to head for the john ordered $1.56 worth of regular. I pumped the gas quickly, as it wasn't much, and started washing the windshield. There were 2 passengers, a guy sitting shotgun and a girl in the middle.
They had obviously been drinking, along with who knows what else and the pair were oblivious to their surroundings. As I wiped the bugs from the windshield, I noticed that the girl had her shorts around her ankles and the guy had his hand in her crotch, panties drawn aside, and was he giving her a thorough finger fucking. Her head drawn back, eyes closed, rolling from side to side in ecstasy, I polished that window with a vengeance.
