It’s nearly midnight when I’m on the highway driving home after dinner with some girlfriends. I’m indulging in a very explicit audio story when I hear an unsuspected “ding”. I hadn’t realized my gas tank was close to empty, I was down to reserve fuel. It was enough to make it back home, but I would feel better just filling up at the next gas station, and as if destiny were playing it’s hand I see a sign that says that the next gas station is 1 kilometre away. I pull in under the white glare of lights into the station that’s right next to the highway. I’m about to get out of the car when an attendant is standing right outside my window.

Instead of getting out of the car, I just put the window down and I can instantly feel his gaze on my cleavage, on my legs. He doesn’t do it in an obvious or uncomfortable way, but I can feel him looking at me. Perhaps after so much unsatisfied sexual appetite, I’m more alert than ever to any kind of male attention. I was so captivated by that momentary attention that the man had to ask me a second time, “How much do I put in?”

“Oh, sorry, uh ... Fill her up, please.” And I can’t help and think to myself, “fill me up too ... toda todita, que me llenes entera”.

He puts the nozzle in the fuel tank. I glance at him through the rearview mirror and notice that the man keeps staring at me. A loud moan emanates from my phone. ¡Ay coño! I’d forgotten to turn off the audio porn I was listening to! Apparently, I’d reached the part of the story where the patient was titty fucking the sexy nurse.

Was it just me, or was the bulge in his pants growing? Any decent woman would have turned off the audio, but tonight I feel different. Tonight I want something out of the ordinary, I want to enjoy myself in an impudent and unpredictable way, I want to find out what all this could lead to, so I’m not behaving like a decent woman. When he finishes filling up my car, he closes the fuel tank and approaches the window again.

“Sounds like quite the hit you’re listening to there ... Who’s the singer?”