Disclaimer: This is a purely fictional story. It is for entertainment purposes as this is not a realistic situation. All characters are adults over the age of 18 years old.
Light was beginning to distort my vision as the setting sun illuminated the interstate. I had been traveling for just over four hours. I was heading towards the beach for a much needed vacation. The needle on my dashboard indicated that I would be needing to fill up my gas tank pretty soon. The sign for the next exit advertised a nearby gas station.
I casually flipped my turn signal and checked my mirrors to see how close the other cars on the road were. I saw my chance and switched lanes. As I drove onto the exit ramp I began to look forward to stretching my legs. I paused at the stop sign at the end of the ramp momentarily before pulling on to the main road.
To my left and to my right were empty fields with tall grass. The sight of older buildings ahead meant that I was getting closer. It was a fairly quaint rural area. As the gas station came into view I casually turned off of the road and pulled alongside the gas pumps. As I opened my car door it let out a squeaky groan as as most older vehicles do. I stood up and stretched my arms well above my head. I had to stifle back a laugh as a middle aged man across from me stared at my chest as it had been more pronounced with my arms raised. I'm not one to purposefully flaunt myself, but I do enjoy it when someone notices me.
I attempted to swipe my debit card and thankfully the pump quickly turned on. I jammed the nozzle in the tank and turned my back to the pumps. I could feel his eyes watching me as I waited for the small jerk to indicate that the pump had stopped filling my car. I shifted my weight and began to daydream until I felt the handle jerk. As I snapped back to reality and placed the handle back on the pump the man started his pickup and drove away.
I made a mental list of the things that I needed to buy (snacks, drinks, and a new pair of sunglasses). The sunglasses that I had originally brought with me had broken inside my purse. If I wanted to keep from wrecking my car I was definitely going to need to find something to shield my eyes from the evening sun. I glanced at my car as I walked away from it. My car of course is very special to me. It's a 1969 Plymouth Barracuda with Formula S components, twin hood scoops, and black stripes.
I entered the building and found the drink coolers quickly. As I scanned over the various bottles of drinks I selected a bottle of Sundrop and Cheerwine. The next item on my list which was sunglasses happened to be on a display at the end of the drink cases. I found a cute pair with sparkling rhinestones and tried them on in front of the small mirror on the display. They looked really good on me so I decided to buy them. Out of habit I pushed them up onto my head as I went in search of some chips. I was eager to get back on the road so I quickly selected a large bag of ranch Doritos. I approached the counter with the drinks and the chips.
"Will that be all?" the cashier asked.
"Yes," I replied. The guy behind the counter had a dazzling smile. The accent that he spoke with made me want to melt into a puddle right then and there. He had a deep southern drawl and a mischievous grin. His dark almost black hair was cut into a style that suggested that he was probably into rock music. His deep brown eyes looked as if they had a story to tell. He appeared to be in his early forties. I swiped my debit card and paid for the items on the counter. I almost felt as if I was forgetting something. I picked up the sodas and chips and verified that I had my purse and my keys. As far as I could tell I didn't see anything that I had forgotten to pick up so I headed for the door.
"Hold it right there!" a loud voice sternly addressed me. Startled, I jumped and quickly turned around to see a fairly large middle aged man with a very angry look on his face. I noticed that his name tag showed that he was the manager of the store. He rushed past me and locked the door. I began to panic and noticed that my legs were trembling. "Didn't your mama teach you better than to shoplift!" he growled against my ear.
"Shoplift?!!" I squeaked. Suddenly it dawned on me that I had forgotten to take the sunglasses off of my head and pay for them. "I forgot about them", I confessed.
"Sure, that's a likely excuse but how am I to know if you're just making it up because you got caught," The man sternly addressed me. I opened my mouth to answer him but was suddenly cut off by him saying, "Perhaps we should hold you here until the cops get here and decide what to do with you.
"Please don't call the cops", I begged. I really didn't need this happening during the middle of my drive to the beach. "I swear to you it was an honest mistake," I pleaded. The man seemed to think about it. As a smug grin spread across his face I honestly wasn't sure quite what to expect.
"Okay fine, then we can hash this out my way and no cops will be involved," he coily said as he changed his tune. I quietly thought about his offer and thought perhaps it might be a way to avoid drama with law enforcement or a prolonged delay in my ability to get to the beach and start my vacation. "It's your choice," he added. I could either take my chances with this stranger by choice or I could wait around and let law enforcement decide whether or not they believe me or him. What if he convinced the cops that I really did try to shoplift? What if they wouldn't believe me?
"No cops, please," I replied. Suddenly he grabbed the waistband of my leggings and slung my body against the checkout counter. My skin smarted from the force that I had landed against it with. My leggings and underwear were forcefully jerked down to my ankles in one quick yank. The manager pressed my body against the counter as I felt the candy and other various items along the front of it pressing back against my bare legs and my private area.
"Ouch!" I cried out. The manager had just slammed his open palm against my naked ass. I couldn't see his face, but he was laughing. The cashier was staring at me and his manager with a look of pure shock. I felt the manager's hand continue to strike my ass, and occasionally between my legs as I jerked against the counter. I could definitely feel a sting from what he was doing to me, but being on display in front of the store employees whom I had never met before had also caused me to feel a tingling sensation between my legs.
"You are enjoying this!" the manager exclaimed. He stopped spanking my ass and began to slowly rub his fingers along the edge of my slit. I sure as hell didn't want to admit that I was feeling a bit turned on. I stayed quiet as the manager jammed a finger inside of me and began to wiggle it around. "You are soaking wet!" he teased me as his voice sounded like a low growl. He proceeded to kick off my flip flops and my pants from where they had been around my ankles with a few swift movements of his foot.
He suddenly started finger fucking me as I laid helplessly against the counter. I was consumed by the friction and uninvited action between my legs. I could feel the slow burn of an orgasmic sensation building. As the noises from how wet I had become rang out through the gas station I stared at the faded signs on the counter. Suddenly I felt his hot mouth where it shouldn't have been. My legs started shaking as I felt him start licking my clit without warning. I shouldn't have been wanting things to go further. I should have wanted everything to stop so I could get the hell out of there. I shouldn't have been so ecstatic when the building orgasm finally overtook me. My body started to convulse and betrayed me. I hadn't wanted them to know how much I had been enjoying it.
