Oddly enough I would never have thought that such a carefree summer would change my life. It all began once I had agreed to help out at the local gas station and mini mart owned by a family friend. Mr. Jennings was a quiet good-natured man and working for him was very much a pleasure. All was easy going and I loved working around engines, although my job was strictly to cashier and help customers at the gas pumps by allowing them access to each specific gas pump station. I was hot and dirty at times, but being an older woman direly in need of work, I loved very minute of it. Besides that the worst of the summer was over and fall was arriving shortly.
It was located at the outskirts of town along the exit entrance ramps of the interstate highway, which most of our small town depended on. It was full of restaurants, motels, and a few other mini mart style gas stations, but we were the only full service with the exception of a large truck stop which was located miles up the interstate.
We were strategically situated, as Mr. Jennings liked to say in just the right distance between stops so that most motorists and even a few truckers would pull in for needed services. I loved this job, but never knew just how much until a month ago. It was late at night near closing when I was working alone and heard the bell ring, signaling a customer had pulled up to the pump needing service. It was a dark maroon tow truck. One of the many independent wild catters that prowled along the interstate in search of broke down motorist needing assistance.
I thought I knew most of them, but this souped up rig was new to me. It was fancy with pin striping and extra work lights mounted on top of the cab. When the driver exited I was shocked at first. For having such a sparkling clean rig he was quite a mess. Although rather tall he was a big burly type in his late teens or early twenties with a few teeth missing. He had a long beard and long hair, which straggled out from his dirty baseball cap. He smelled too, of rather ripe body odors and his tight fitting jeans all but held in his big bulging nut sack. They too were dusty and greasy, as was his denim shirt with cut off sleeves. This made his big muscled arms seem even larger as I slowly leaned over and approached him asking what I might do for him.
He eyes me suspiciously saying not a word until he gave me a big toothless grin. Oddly enough I began to feel uneasy being alone with such a menacing figure. I attended to switching on his pump, and started to wrap up my normal paperwork for the night so I might close up on time. He was certainly the domineering type as I hurried about my tasks as not to upset him or worse yet make him angry. The odd fact was that watching him bending over and attending to his truck my pussy began to get wet. For some unknown reason this menacing looking young man had made me hot. Both my big nipples were about to burst with lust.
Finally I was nearly finished as he walked in from filling his tank. I politely asked for the money he owed. He looked at me oddly from head to toe and then slowly reached into his back pocket. I flinched when he quickly produced his wallet and our company credit card. He knew I was frightened and some how seemed to be enjoying my uneasiness with him. If he had only knew that I had my hand wedged up my skirt previously as I watched him pumping his gas.
He followed me into the dim lit office as I processed his card. Making small talk I mentioned he was my last customer as I was closing up for the night. I half feared him yet was purposely baiting him to do something with me as my wet pussy oozed juices down my trembling legs. From the somewhat surprised look on his face I wondered if he could smell my heated sexual arousal.
Looking around he asked me if I lived nearby since he saw no other means of transportation but his own. After telling him it was some walking distance he insisted on driving me, but first he had to use the rest room. Finally after his card cleared I decided he was OK. This mostly because he was definitely not the type of person you angered by refusing anything to. Besides that what could possibly happen? Not only was I old enough to be his Mother, but I only lived a few miles back into town and he was being nice offering to give me a lift home and I would be more than happy to lift my skirt for him.
Finally he emerged from the restroom assuring me had had locked it up and I finished locking up the office and shop. Needless to say the entire time he was inside I fantasized about him standing there with his huge cock in his dirty hands. At least I hoped it was a big one. That is how I like them now big, young, and hard. Not necessarily In that order but always younger.
After securing the place and turning out most of the light I climbed up into the cab of the tow allowing him a nice long view up my skirt. I had taken the liberty of removing my panties when he was in the restroom. I knew he could see my wet pussy shining in the dimly lit cab.
Pretending to almost fall up into the seat I slammed the door and fell closely next to him smelling his manly young scent. In his slow attempt to help me his big dirty hands fell across my hardened nipples allowing a low moan to escape my painted lips. Unless he was dumb, deaf, or blind he must have know I was his that night for the taking.
Well he was none of the three and proceeded to drive a short distance down the road and pull off into a secluded wooded area where no one would see the tow truck. Without uttering a word his hand reached over and under my skirt to finger my moist hole repeatedly. I repositioned myself allowing the young man full access to my private area. I even lay back against the door and spread my legs wide as I lifted them high into the air to touch the ceiling. Next I hiked up my skirt so he could see my hot asshole and pussy as I shamelessly begged him to fuck me. I could see the bulge in his pants getting even bigger as I undid my top to unhook my bra from the front, exposing both my naked breasts for him to suck on.
Although he was a man of few to no words he did know how to please an older lady. He made me cum with his fingers twice before he undid his pants and exposed the biggest dick I had yet to see in all my years. My legs trembled as I lifted them higher to rest upon each of his broad shoulders His cock head teased my clit a few times before I screamed for him to shove his big dick inside of me and fuck the shit out of me with it.
From the startled look on his face he probably had no idea of what a dirty mouth I had for seemingly such a sweet older lady. Yet here I was practically bare assed in the cab of a tow truck late at nigh begging a stranger to fuck me. So why he would be shocked even surprised me. Needless to say he was good, oh shit was that young stud good. I came three times from the fucking until he filled his ribbed rubber with cum and sucked my tits harder than then had ever been.
Well It was certainly good for me and has been ever since. It seemed Ben as the emblem on his denim shirt explained lived in the same vicinity. He had recently moved there to start his towing business and now is a regular at the mini mart. After every time he pumps his tank full of gas he pumps my pussy full of cum. You cannot imagine just how much gasoline a tow truck can use. So gals never despair. No matter where you are or what it is you might do, there is always the chance you can find a nice hard young cock to call your own. I have even managed to teach young Ben a few new tricks of my own. I have agreed to try anal next with him. Maybe I will write another confession about that. I just know I will have to tell someone about it.
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