The Spartan Woman – Part ONE – (MF) (ORAL) (voyeurism) (stranger)

I’ve worked the night shift at Spartan Petrol Station for over 2 years. It wasn’t the best job, but the pay was decent and I watched Netflix all night so it could be worse, although it could be better too. I know that not all jobs were fun, but the weekday night shift was boring as hell, I rarely had more than 1 customer. I’d started to look forward to him coming to fill his tank 4 months back, it started with shy glances and flirty smiles and it had slowly built to getting to know each other, flirting and crude innuendo’s. A 5 minute chat had turned into 30 to 40 minutes, neither of us wanting him to leave. He usually came by around midnight when he finished work, wherever that was. 

Butterflies started low in my stomach at 11:30, my heart was thumping by midnight and I was biting my lower lip when his black car pulled in front of pump 1 at half past. I combed my fingers through my long brown hair as his drivers door opened, but my breath halted when he climbed out. He was 6 foot 2, built like a brick outhouse and styled brown hair. He was always dressed the same, blue jeans, white t-shirt and a leather biker jacket. His eyes scanned the forecourt as he filled the tank of his car, he wouldn’t look at me until he was halfway to the serving window. I often wondered if he was disappointed when it was Kevin in my place on sick days, if his step faltered or if it put a dampener on his night. Probably not. 

“Hey Jen.” His dimples showing when he grinned at me, it did not help the butterflies to fuck off. “Hi Tommy.” I steeled my voice, the first time we spoke my voice cracked an embarrassing amount of times in a 3 minute chat.

“What are you watching tonight?” He tried to catch a peak of my laptop screen. 

“Jumanji.” I shrugged. 

“Again?” He chuckled taking out his wallet, it was a routine now. He’d fill up, pay and then stay to chat. 

“Robin Williams never gets old.” I grinned, I was biting the inside of my cheek trying to work up the courage to ask him something I’d wanted to for weeks. “Y-you’re welcome to come in and join me.” I liked to think I was calm and cool with my invitation but I probably sounded like a twat. 

“I’d love to.” He nodded eagerly, like he’d been waiting a long time for me to ask. 

“Oh, awesome,” I grinned and hopped down from the leather stool I was perched on. “Come around back, I’ll let you in the fire door.” I scurried away incase he changed his mind. I paused in front of the heavy black door and took a few deep breaths, I’m sure he’d hear my heart pounding in my chest if he came too close. I pushed the door open and there he was. I didn’t realise just how short I was until he stood in front of me and I had to tilt my head back to look at his face. 

Without the glass separating us, the sexual tension between us was a lot more noticeable. “Hi.” I whispered when he stepped through the door and was almost flush against me. “Hey.” He whispered back, a gentle smile on his face. 

“One second.” I closed the fire door behind him and hurried to the door opposite, the small security room only held the camera system. I turned the cameras off and set the timer for 2 hours. I wasn’t allowed to let anyone other than my manager in after the front door closed at 10pm, Kerry wasn’t a real stickler for the rules but this might push it.

 “Cameras?” Tommy’s voice was closer than I thought, his chest pressed against my back when I stood back up and my heart was back to trying to escape my chest. “I’ve turned them off for a couple of hours, don’t want to get the sack.” I tried to laugh like I was blaisse about it but I just sounded like a nervous school girl. 

I slipped passed him and back into the shop, pulling out another stool for him. I heard him chuckle before following me and taking his place beside me. Now that he was next to me my nerves were getting the better of me, I had to idea what to talk about or how to start anything. I fiddled with my skirt, rearranging it on my lap, the black ruffles stopped just above my knee, revealing a slither of my pale white thighs. 

“Relax.” He smiled down at me, turning his body to face me and putting his hand on top of my thigh, stopping my leg from trembling. His thumb was tracing gentle circles on my skin, raising goosebumps under his hand. “We’ve spoken for months, there’s no need to be nervous.” When I laughed a little and nodded my head his hand slowly moved beneath my skirt, my breathing became erratic and a gasp escaped me when I felt the tips of his fingers brush against my underwear. I knew I was wet, my body always responded like this at the sight of him, I’ll admit that every now and then I’d sit lower in my seat and touch my pussy fantasising about him. 

My eyes drifted closed when I felt his lips against my neck, soft bites, kisses and swipes of his tongue elicited quiet mews from me. Two of his fingers rubbed up and down my cloth covered seam, the friction he caused had my hips bucking into his touch. He pulled away from me and I was about to protest until he kneeled in front of me under the counter, his hands on my hips under my skirt, he pulled my thong and I lifted my bum off the seat so he could take them off. 

“Spread them.” He whispered, I did as he said and spread my legs as wide as I could and scooted forward. I moaned louder than I intended when his hot tongue flicked my clit. “So fucking wet.” He said against my pussy before he sucked my clit into his mouth and slowly pushed a single finger inside of me, he made a hook with his finger and moving it back and forth inside of me, finding my g spot within seconds. I grabbed his head to steady myself, it served to encourage him, he sucked harder and fingered me faster, he slid a second and then a third finger inside, stretching me wider and pressing against the top wall of my pussy.

I was almost too lost in my pleasure to notice the car pulling up at the petrol pumps but the rev of the engine caught my attention. “Stop, there’s a car.” Tommy ignored me and fucked my pussy harder, his knuckles slapping the lips of my pussy. “Tommy you need to stop, we’ll get ca-aughttt.” It felt amazing, he needed to stop but I didn’t want him to and by the looks of it, he wasn’t going too either. “Then be quiet and serve them baby.” He chuckled then carried on sucking and tongue flicking my clit. 

I watched as a woman got out of her car and used the petrol pump next to Tommy’s car. Biting my lip to stop my moans was barely working, he was playing my pussy like a professional musician and I was on the verge of cumming. “Fuck Tommy, I don’t think I can be quiet, I’m too close.” He slowed down but didn’t stop, my pussy was aching and quivering around his fingers, begging for release. 

“£20 on 3.” An annoyed voice quipped. I’d been too consumed with watching Tommy’s head between my legs to notice her approaching, I tried to close my legs but instead I trapped his head between them and I felt the vibration of his laugh against me. “No problem..” I tried to smile, my voice was strained and high. The woman on the other side of the glass was looking at me like I was contagious, I must have looked it, panting and restless in my seat. 

“Are you okay?” She asked warily. 

“Yep, just a little under the weather..” I nodded slightly and took the £20 note from the tray and replaced it with her receipt. She stayed in front of me for a beat longer, Tommy’s fingers moved faster again and he sucked my clit even harder. “Argh.” I moaned and my back arched. “Food poisoning.” I tried to cover it with a cough and she scurried away. 

Just as she opened her door, the first waves of my orgasm crashed over me, I spread my legs open again and a scream burst from me. “Oh fuck!” I barely heard her car sketch away, my orgasm consuming me as I rode his face, my pussy bucking and thrusting over his mouth and tongue and for the first time in my life a clear liquid gushed between my legs, soaking Tommy’s face and jacket. My whole body spasmed, he bite along my thigh. “Get down here.” He growled at me, his fingers digging into my hips, pulling me from the stool. 

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/d1ark9/the_spartan_woman_part_one_mf_oral_voyeurism