I was working at a gas station just north of Barstow, off I15. It was a very hot day, being July 3rd. Since most of the Vegas or LA bound traffic gassed up in town, we were not used to getting customers that weren’t locals.
Just as I looked up from the tabloid where I was reading about the latest invasion of space aliens, I saw a brand new Indian motorcycle pull up to the pumps. The guy on the bike was built like a body builder and so was the babe with him. Even though there is a helmet law in California, neither of them had brain buckets on. His hair was short and blond, with tight curls. Her hair was long flowing blond and looked like it was glowing with the sunlight. He wore boots and black leather pants and a tight white t-shirt. She wore soft leather boots that came up to her slender thighs and very short black leather shorts that laced up the sides. She wasn’t wearing panties. But what really caught my attention was that she was topless.
I had a hard time making eye contact as she entered the small store. Her bright smile was sexy and warm. She tossed a ten on the counter and told me which pump to switch on.
“Er ah, can I help you?”
“Well, I’m kinda lookin for shirt or somethin..” she said, making no effort to cover her beautiful tanned titties. She had taken a bottle of sunscreen of a shelf and was pouring a little into her hand.
“You ain’t got no shirt?” I asked. Trying to act like I hadn’t noticed.
“No, I had one, but it blew off.” She rubbed the sunscreen onto her shoulders. Her tits were so beautiful I could hardly speak as she looked right at me. “I untied the neck string and back string on my halter so I wouldn’t get any tanlines and one time I reached up to get the hair out of my face and the wind caught it just right and the damn thing blew away. Billy said you might have a t-shirt or something here in the store.”
“You don’t have any clothes in your bag?”
