Taryn turned into the lonely gas station and brought her Spyker to a stop in front of the old pumps. The station seemed frozen in time sometime before the first oil crisis; the owners had never invested in self-service pumps. Taryn had popped the fuel cover and climbed out of the car before the fact registered on her. At about the same time a teenage attendant reached her.
“Fill ‘er up; premium,” she instructed the kid who stood staring at her.
“Yes Ma’am; right away,” he said, as his attention snapped back to business. The kid fumbled the fuel cap as the exotic car and Taryn’s figure vied for his attention.
“Call me Miss, do I look old enough to be a Ma’am? Do you have any Red Bull inside?”
“Yes, ma’am – I mean Miss; we've got everything,” he said to her back, since Taryn had already started heading for the shop.
It was no wonder the kid had a hard time focusing; he had probably never seen anyone like Taryn before except in the racks behind the cashier. Jason watched her head to the shop, indeed, he completely forgot to start filling the car until the door had closed behind her. Topping out at no more than five-two in her stocking feet, Taryn’s petite body was perfectly proportioned. Trim muscular legs that seemed much longer than should be possible for a girl of her height ended with hips that left no doubt she was a girl. Her twenty-inch waist would have been impossibly small on a bigger girl, but gave even her petite body a stunning hour-glass shape. High, firm boobs filled out her cropped leather top. She walked with a natural ease that belied the four-inch heels on her boots. The boots themselves were high, coming to her mid-thigh. As such, they constituted the most substantial piece of her outfit. Her low-rise shorts hugged her skin like they were painted on, and were so short the lower curve of her firm ass-cheeks were left bare. Her matching black leather halter top scooped low on her round breasts, with its laced-up front leaving at least a good three inches of cleavage exposed behind the laces.
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A few years earlier the owner had converted the station's one-car service bay into a pretty well-stocked 7-Eleven clone shop. As the only convenience story for miles around, the shop did pretty good business, especially during morning and afternoon rush. It tended to be pretty quiet, however, late mornings on weekdays, like now.
In the shop Taryn grabbed an Almond Snickers from the shelf, opened it and took a good sized bite. Moving to the cooler she took out a Red Bull and slammed it down. She filled a cup with the local equivalent of a Slurpee and set it on the counter with the empty Red Bull can. Adding a half-dozen Slim Jims to the collection, she finished the Snickers and read the titles of the skin mags behind the counter as she waited for the attendant to finish and come in so she could pay.
Before long the attendant came in and circled to the back of the counter. Punching in the total for the gas, he also rang up the snacks Taryn had collected.
"That'll be fifty-six eighty-five," he told her. A minute later, after swiping her credit card, he added apologetically, "Sorry, it won't accept your card."
"Damn, they told me last night it would be unblocked by now! Oh, well, I guess it'll have to be cash." Josie counted out bills, then coins from her wallet.
"I've only got thirty-four sixty-three; do you think you can give me a break here..." she pleaded, "...Jason?" reading the name from his badge.
Jason was tempted to make up the shortfall for her - she was so hot! - but he knew it was strictly against policy. Besides, they really didn't pay him much. Seeing him hesitate, Taryn discretely locked the door and walked around the counter. Jason backed away from her until he tumbled into the chair he kept behind the register. Taryn took that as an opportunity, straddling his legs and sitting down on his lap. Her leather-covered crotch pressed against the fly of his jeans, her cleavage hovering inches from his face.
"Come on, Jason, I'm sure we can come to some agreement," she urged, undoing the tie holding her top. Once untied, the laces were easy to pull completely out of the metal d-rings they looped through, letting Taryn's firm, size-C breasts free.
"Have you ever seen a girl's boobs before Jason?" she asked, waving them in front of his nose. Jason stared at Taryn's perfect tits, the dark nipples beginning to harden; he gave a slight shake of his head.
"Here, take a closer look," Taryn leaned forward to press Jason's face to her bare skin; her hands pressed her boobs against his cheeks. Through the thin leather of her shorts she could feel his cock begin to stiffen.
"Go ahead, suck my nipples" she urged, pulling back slightly and lifting one round knob to his lips. Jason sucked her tit, a bit roughly and sloppily; clearly he had never done this with a girl before. After a few minutes it was obvious that his cock was straining in his pants.
Taryn wasn't about to let the kid get to home plate - twenty-two bucks and change wasn't nearly worth the trouble of pulling her boots off and peeling out of her shorts - but there were other ways to achieve the same result.
Sliding off his lap, she knelt in front of his knees. Her experienced fingers needed only moments to unbuckle his belt, open his fly, and pull down his boxers, freeing his penis to spring boldly erect. Grasping the base of his shaft with one hand, she smothered his prick with her mouth. Massaging his balls, bobbing her head on his shaft and teasing his glans with her tongue, she quickly brought the inexperienced teenager to climax. Keeping her lips round the tip of his head she looked seductively up at his face as his warm cum shot into her mouth. Taryn's lips held his cock until it stopped spasming, her hand squeezing the last drop of cum from his softening member. The look of mixed ecstasy and embarrassment on on Jason's face - typical for a first-timer - gave her a thrill of accomplishment, as it always did. Giving him a lascivious look,Taryn opened her mouth to show Jason his cum covering her tongue, before swallowing the load.
With Jason flushed and rather stupefied, Taryn rocked back and started re-lacing her top. As she was reaching into the halter to adjust her boobs Jason finally found his voice:
"Uhh, I think we can forget the shortage; I can cover it for you."
"Thanks a million, Jason; you're a sweetie."
Finishing with her top, Taryn gathered up her Slurpee and Slim Jims, unlocked the door and headed out to her waiting Spyker. Still in a state of semi-shock, Jason watched her cross the pavement and swing up the door to the car. It was only when the door closed and the Spyker's engine roared to life that he remembered to tuck himself in and button up his jeans.
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An 80's vintage Golf drove into the station just as the Spyker was pulling away. Jason's friend Sean jumped out of the rusted VW and hurried into the shop.
"Dude!" he exclaimed to his buddy, "Awesome car!"
"What car?"
