(I wrote this for someone after they gave me a few writing prompts. I personalized it with words that they use for various body parts and the general feel they wanted it to have. The loved it, and I hope that you might too. This is obviously fiction)
It was such a hot day, I had stopped for gas at a place I usually never did. I had my favorite places I went to but today I was lower on gas than I'd like and I stopped at a new place. Tommy's gas stop it was called, it was off the hwy and off the main road a bit just outside of a small town near mine.
I had been in the city getting some errands done and then I had an interview for a position at a bar before I had planned on heading to the gym. I had intended on working out and had gotten my bag packed for it but I just ran out of time and found myself with only 30 minutes before the gym closed. Not enough time to change out of this and into my gear and then out again after working out. Small towns right? Nothing seems to have long hours.
So here I was still dressed for the interview standing pumping gas. I had picked my thigh high leather boots, I loved how my legs looked in them and they were surprisingly super comfortable. I had a new pair of fishnet stockings on so you could see them as my skin was finally visible when the boot ended on my thigh. Just that short bit of fishnet peeking before hiding beneath a tight pair of black yoga shorts. I liked the way the shorts felt on me, they were tight and hugged every curve. I had decided to ditch wearing any panties, who wants to see panty lines, and besides.....I liked that they outlined my lips just ever so gently. Enough that it would make you take a look, and I wanted the look. I had worn such a tight combination on the bottom I went with a more open and flowing top. I picked an old band t that I had altered to crop it up. The fishnets came out the top of the shorts and ended just below my navel and then it was just skin till that T-shirt. The T was larger than what I would wear but I wanted that open on the bottom feeling and look, I decided to leave the bra off because I wanted my tits to push the shirt out away from my body and to be able to move and flow as I walked. Every time I moved my nipples ran along the free fabric and it felt so good, it sent this little secret rush straight to my pussy, a tingling vibration almost, and I loved it. My hair I had let stay down so it was nice and smooth and long resting on my back and over my shoulders, it nearly made it to my ass it was so long.
The interview was for a server position but the bar happened to be a strip club on the weekends and I wanted to look sexy. I am way too nervous to be a dancer but I still was hoping I could catch some looks and maybe some tips. I felt sexy and beautiful dressed like this that was for sure. I had intended to change at the gym and leave there in jean shorts and a tank top, but here we are. A part of me got a little turned though on wondering if anyone noticed me while I was doing something as mundane as pumping gas in an outfit like this.
I didn't really have any plans for the night now that the gym was closed and I figured maybe head home and watch a movie or make something to eat. I stood there nozzle is hand pumping the gas watching the dial move as it told me how much was in the tank so far when I heard you pull in.
The rumble of the engine hit me first and then the sound reached my ears as you pulled on behind me. You got off your bike with such confidence, pulling your helmet off before reaching for the pump. I think you paused briefly to check me out, at least I hoped that you had, and that the pause was to look over at me. I hear you start to get ready for your fuel and I look over again.
I see you and can't stop looking in your direction. There is something about the way you move. The confidence, the strength, the assertiveness. Watching you at the machine and then taking the hose and taking the cap off the tank on your bike. The way you move is drawing me in.
It's just a gas station what is wrong with me? I can't stop looking though. You look about 50 with short well kept hair, your face has a long beard that looks like you take care of it, I wonder how it would feel on my face if I my lips were on yours?
I am instantly attracted to you and I keep looking over as I pump my gas. I want to talk to you, but how can I just talk to you? You are wearing jeans and a vest over a t shirt. The vest has patches on it. I recognize a symbol and some lettering and I'm pretty sure you belong to a well known club. I can't be positive though because my exposure to that is limited. I have never known anyone who was part of one before, I didn't have any friends or family that even owned a bike for that matter. I loved SOA but I had a feeling that was far far from reality as Hollywood always is.
