(NOTE: This is another in an ongoing series of stories involving horny older women playing devious sexual games with younger men and/or women. These won't be connected, though some may be, and are meant to stand-alone individual stories in a themed series. This is a shorter one, quick and to the sexy point. Thanks and enjoy.)
Tommy was bored out of his mind.
He hated his job as a clerk in a convenience store/gas station near his home, hating the mind-numbing sameness of it more than anything. Nothing exciting ever happened here, but how could it, he knew. Still, money, some money, and as a 19-year-old college kid living with his parents trying to make a few bucks, it would do.
The station was out of the way, in this little, do-nothing town, an old place renovated a few years back in hopes of drawing people cutting through town to avoid the nearby highway into the city. But it was mostly quiet, as it was this night.
Tommy looked at the clock. Midnight. Time to close, maybe go home and tug one off.
A typical young man, he was always tugging one off, usually to the plethora of free porn available on the Internet. He keyed one site up on his cell phone, flicking to his favorite: Granny sex. He loved granny sex, older woman, well built for their ages, sucking and fucking young men.
Young men his age, it seemed. If only, he thought, as he always did.
He watched for a few minutes, finding some favorites he'd save for later. Then just after midnight, he snapped off the lights, inside and out, preparing to leave.
He heard a car and looked out. A silver Volvo pulled in, zooming to the pump.
"What the fuck?" he groused to himself, sitting and waiting for the car to leave, figuring the driver would have to notice it was closed.
The horn beeped.
"You gotta be shitting me," he snapped to himself. "It's fucking self-serve anyway, and we're closed!"
The horn beeped again. And again.
"Christ," he sighed, finally getting up to walk out to the car.
He went to the driver's side, and the window rolled down. Inside, alone, sat a very lovely older woman, with tightly-coiffed silver-blonde hair, pushing 70, Tommy figured, but decidedly gorgeous – not unlike the women on the porn sites he fancied.
It could have been the late hour, it could have been that he was only moments away from going home to jerk off, it could have been anything.
But now it was her making his dick twitch in his pants.
She was beautiful, a fairly smooth face despite her age, a face that bore no smile.
"Pump my gas," she said coldly.
"Uh...I'm sorry ma'am, but for one thing, it's self-serve here and for another," he said, opening his arms to signal the darkness around them, offset only by dim lighting from the store front, "we're closed. You know, closed?"
She didn't smile. She just looked at him and said it again.
"Pump my gas."
"But ma'am," he protested.
"Look, sonny boy," she snarled derisively, "are there any other stations around here in this god-forsaken town?"
He shook his head.
"Precisely," she said. "Now pump my gas so I can get home."
"Look, ma'am," Tommy said, leaning on the open window and looking in.
What he saw stopped him in his tracks. She wore a very short black skirt, totally exposing her meaty white thighs, shapely and slightly wrinkled, but firm looking, almost muscular. Her blouse was open a few buttons and quiet visible, even in the dark, was the upper fleshy folds of her cleavage, wrinkly and freckled, puckering down to the creamy white smoothness of her ample tits.
"Yes," she said, a tiny smile breaking on her face, her sexy lips wrinkling a bit at the corners. "You were saying?"
"I..was saying...we're closed, ma'am..." he stammered.
She put her hand on one of his as it rested on the door frame of the open window. She felt a shiver course through it. Her smile widened.
"S'matter....Tommy?" she cooed, eyeing his name tag on his blue uniform shirt. "Can't ya PUMP it for me? Hmmm?"
His cock went stiff as she said 'pump' so emphatically, more so as he noticed her eyes darting to his crotch as she said it.
"But...I..ma'am..." he stammered again, as she now rubbed his hand and leaned closer, her big tits more visible now as she did, her thighs spreading a bit, that short skirt riding higher up them.
"Pump it for me, baby," she hissed, now patting her hand and sitting back, winking at him. "Pump it for me...."
He gulped and backed away, taking out the gas nozzle, opening the cover on the side of her car and twisting of the gas cap, slicing the nozzle in, standing there to hold it. He looked in the side mirror. She was looking at him, that slight smile on her very pretty old face.
"How...how much do you want?" he asked nervously.
"I want it all," she laughed. "Pump it all for me. Fill me up, baby."
"Yes...ma'am..." he croaked, clearing his throat to not sound so desperate or horny. "Of course, fill you...fill it right up..."
He stood, leaning on the car, trying to look into the sunroof down at her, but it was tinted. Suddenly, it whirred open, catching him by surprise.
"Getting a bit warm, isn't it?" she said from the car.
"Yes...ma'am," he answered, noting that it was actually chilly, about 50 degrees, but he was breaking a sweat.
"My windshield," she said.
"Ma'am?"
"Good heavens, boy, you're a little dense tonight, aren't you," she said with a dark laugh. "My windshield. Clean it."
