Gas Station Sex: A Midnight Quickie

I know what you’re thinking about gas station sex.

But before you judge me, gas station sex is perfect for quickies. Everybody has to go get gas, and it’s easy to explain that while there, you wanted to browse. It doesn’t mean you fuck in the gas station, though I did.

I mean, if you wanted, you could fuck in the car for your gas station sex adventure. Find a cute girl, hit on her, and move behind the station to where you can fuck her in the backseat without cameras seeing you. Or heck, stand on the side during the night and get a quick blowjob from one of the ladies hanging out. That’s the dream, right?

So while I don’t usually frequent gas stations for sex, I was horny enough that any place would have been good enough. The summer heat had only just started, and though it was the middle of the night, I wore just a tank top and booty shorts.

Now, I don’t know if you’ve seen my pictures. Maybe check them out on my profile to get a good idea. My boobs are not small. They’re melon-sized, and without a bra, they bounce, bounce, bounce. I wasn’t planning on going inside the gas station whatsoever. In fact, I had planned to be a little bit of a slob, quickly put the gas in my Tahoe, pay for it with my card, and drive away.

But it turns out, their card reader was down. So despite my hopes it’d be a quick pump and go, I had to inside. And that’s where I saw the clerk.

Once I saw him, I realized gas station sex might be on the table.

He wasn’t bad looking. He wasn’t a model, by any means, but I was horny enough to have low standards. It’s what happens when the light is out 24/7. Our eyes met as I checked him out, and I watched him do the same. I gave him a sly smile and then looked back at the walk-in cooler where they kept their beer.

Honestly, I expected to tease him a little bit. I thought I would give him a little bit of a show, taking my top off and putting a cold bottle between my breasts. But he was 100% man and went right for it. As soon as I shut the door behind me, he opened it and pulled me in for a rough kiss.

I bit his lip as he began to undo his pants, my hands doing the same to my booty shorts. We didn’t even get them down past my knees before he spun me around and had my ass out, cock pushing up and down against my crack. When the tip of his cock began to press inside, I knew I’d be back for another round of gas station sex with him the next night.

I always get kinky when the sun’s out. It starts with Spring breeding season, and it doesn’t end until the winter solstice. When are you the most kinky? Call me and let me know.

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