It was a warm summer night and after spending 4 hours driving and making it to the halfway point of my journey I figured it was about time to pull off and refuel both myself and my car. I pull into the first gas station I see which was almost empty due to the late hour. there was one other car which I assume is the employee that is working inside the gas station. I walk into the brightly lit store and see a cute young man, no younger than 20, sitting behind the counter. I smile at him as I approach the register and take a crisp 20-dollar bill out of my wallet. He smiles back at me and I see his eyes start at the floor and work up my curves.
I’m not ugly by anyone’s standards, but I’ve also never been fighting guys off. The clerk was cute and had a friendly smile as I approached him, so the small amount of attention was taken with pride. I’m wearing a pair of navy blue Hollister sweatpants and a black tank top where the bra that holds my 32D breasts is poking out of the top. And my long, shiny blonde hair drapes over my perky breasts.