Arizonia Sun

The Arizona sun pounds down as I speed across endless miles of blacktop. The car is overheating, I have turned the air-conditioning off, I am melting in the steam bath that has become this journey. Empty bottles of soda and ice tea litter the passenger seat, a silent testament to the mass consumption of liquid that has occurred since this day began.

A sign ahead promises salvation, Gas 30 miles . I want to push the engine, speed towards the promise of relief, but I know that the car will not handle any more. The thin cotton of my sun dress clings to the sweat dampened skin of my body. My long hair is a riot of damp curls, that I have pulled mercilessly up in a pony tail in a vain attempt to cool my neck. I scold myself - I should have peed at the hotel, I should have believed the sign I saw six hours ago that warned "Last Gas for 300 miles",

I see the dust cloud on the horizon of the flat alien landscape that I am traveling. As I draw closer, I see a structure, straight out of a bad black and white movie. The building is the color of the desert dust that encompasses it, there is one lone pump sitting in the middle of the gravel parking lot. I slow the car and coast to a halt in front of the pump. Peeling my damp body of the leather seats, I exit the car just in time to meet the attendant. He blends in with his environment. Tall and lean and dusty in faded blue cover alls. I give him my best east coast smile, and ask for the key to the ladies bathroom. He smiles back and replies,

"No public bathroom here."

Little tremors of panic move through me.

"No Bathroom?" I repeat stupidly. "But I really need to go, how far is it to the next gas station?"

150 miles.

"Where do you go to the bathroom?"

"In the employee's bathroom." He replies as if I am an idiot.

"Well, can I use the employee's bathroom?"

"No Ma'am, you aren't an employee."

"Look, I can pay you if you let me use the bathroom."

A glimmer flickers through his eyes.

I take a fifty dollar bill out of my wallet.

"Fill me up and you can keep the change." I smile letting just enough sexual bantering enter the conversation to give him the illusion of control. He unscrews the cap of the gas tank and carelessly shoves the nozzle inside, his eyes never leaving me. As the pump begins to click off the he moves towards me.

"I can think of something else I want more than money..." He is whispering as he moves closer, positioning himself between my legs. A feeling of inevitability creeps into the situation. I will pay for the use of his bathroom in a currency much older than the paper I hold out to him.

With surprising gentleness he cups my ass cheeks and lifts me back onto the hood of the scorching hot car. Dirty mechanics hands spread my legs, as I try to anticipate his next action. Firm callused fingers press up against my panties, seeking out the tender clit that will be his for the next few moments. His fingers move slowly, languidly as if he has all the time in the world. My hands find traction on the shiny metal, as I brace my body for his perusal. I concentrate on the slow clicks of the antiquated pump, as he strokes me, making me wet and anxious. His fingers slip inside my panties, pushing them aside, baring my shaven cunt lips. Two fingers slip inside me as he moans in surprise at the smooth skin he has found. His free hand undoes the long zipper of his coveralls...and I smile as I see he is naked underneath them. His hard cock strains out of the fabric, and I stare at it, mesmerized by the width of him. He is thick like an old gnarled oak, and I almost cum at the thought of his shaft inside me. His fingers tug up the light fabric of my skirt bunching in above my waist, One hand reaches up and pushes my torso back so I am laying flat and open for his entrance. The other roughly tears the fabric of my now sopping panties away.

The head of his cock parts the slick tunnel I have waiting for him as his hand reaches up and palms my puckered nipple through the almost nonexistent halter top I am wearing. I move my legs further apart, trying to ease the entrance for the elephant trunk between my cunt lips. With a final wiggle and thrust he has buried himself completely inside me. I expect - want him to pound away. Instead he begins to press the pad of his thumb against my clit. Over and over, pressure release, pressure release. Finally when I am squirming against him he begins to encircle it, instinctively knowing the perfect rythm and tempo. My back arches up as the beginning of my orgasm tightens all the muscles in my body. He chooses that moment to begin fucking my cunt with ferocity that shocks me. I am being split by a log, I can feel myself being stretched beyond belief and still his thumb is torturing my clit. My legs have gone numb, gasping, mindless, I am coming so hard, Again he makes me cum and I scream at him enough, but he is not through toying with me.

Evil cramps wrack my body as he slams into my shaking cum hole. I am losing control and I don't care. As I thrash myself against the power of his cock, I feel my urine gushing out of me, spraying him as he cums deep inside me. It takes him a moment to realize what has happened, he pulls his limp cock from its slippery nest and looks down at the rapidly spreading dark spot on his clothes. The look on his face is simply priceless as he stares at me in disbelief. I hop down off the hood of the car and walk to the pump, removing the nozzle.

As I get in the drivers side door I smile at his still immobile form.

"I told you I really had to go. You should have believed me."

I pull out in a cloud of dessert dust, wondering if the next gas station will have a sink that I can get cleaned up in.

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