Desert Heat

Sweat dripped down my forehead as I drove down the rural desert road on my way back home from visiting my aunt and uncle in Phoenix. In no hurry to get home, I had decided to take back roads to enjoy the desert landscape without the hustle and bustle of highway traffic. Of all the times for the a/c in my truck to decide to stop working, it had to be now. I rolled the windows down to let the hot desert air do its best to cool me down. Of course, it was a futile effort, but moving hot air was better than still hot air any day.

The air whipped my hair around, and I kept having to tuck it behind my ears because my last ponytail holder had snapped. It was the curse of having thick hair. Dirt was caked onto the sides and wheel wells of the truck, but I didn't care. What I did care about, however, was the fact that my gas tank was starting to run low. Luckily, I knew there would be a gas station up ahead, as I had passed it on my way into Phoenix. Hopefully, the small store attached would provide me with some relief. I could go in and cool off for a few minutes and perhaps even find some more ponytail holders. When I pulled into the station, a young man looked out at me from inside the station and walked out to greet me. Holy fuck, he was hot! He was Asian with red dyed hair and was wearing a white cut-off shirt, black suspenders, and faded blue jeans. His body was long, lean, and muscular. His legs went on forever. I immediately had the urge to ride his thighs.

"What kind of gas would you like?" he asked.

"Regular is fine, thank you," I replied. I got out of the truck, impressed that he was offering to fill my truck up for me. My mind wandered to the idea of him filling me up, too. I walked into the little store and immediately felt a cool blast of air wash over my body. The hairs on my arms stood on end and I got goosebumps. I pulled my hair up with my hands to let the cool air blow on the back of my neck, then began to walk around to see if they had ponytail holders. Sure enough, I found a small package of them and grabbed it along with a bottle of water out of the cooler. Still hot, from going over an hour without air conditioning, I settled on getting an ice cream cone. I looked around to see if there were any other employees that could ring me up. Nope. It was just the hot attendant and me. Something about it just being the two of us made me tingle and get dirty thoughts. I opened the freezer to pull an ice cream cone out and found myself standing there, eyes closed, letting the frigid air float around my body.

The bell on the door to the store chimed, startling me, and I quickly grabbed an ice cream cone and closed the freezer door. I walked to the register and the hot attendant started ringing me up. I noticed his eyes wander down to my breasts, then quickly glance away. I looked down to find that the ice cream freezer had done an excellent job of waking up my nipples, which were clearly visible through my thin, white t-shirt. The mesh bra I was wearing left little to the imagination, but it was lightweight, and therefore a welcome underwear choice for the desert heat.

"Would you like to add on a car wash today?" he asked. "Your truck looks like it could use one."

"How much?"

He turned and looked at me and smirked. "Normally, I'd charge twenty dollars, but for you . . . " he paused, biting his soft, plump lower lip and flirting with his eyes, ". . . it's on the house."

"Oh, you don't have to do that. I don't want you to get in trouble with your boss. I'll pay the twenty dollars."

"Trust me, it's no trouble. I'm the boss," he explained, still flirting with his eyes--his gorgeous, dark brown eyes that hypnotized me.

"Thank you. Do you mind if I watch?" I asked, flirting back.

"I'm fine with an audience, but be warned, I might require some audience participation," he replied, smiling.

Damn. Was he seriously implying what I thought he was?

I handed him the keys to the truck, and together we walked out of the store back into the heat of mid-day. I watched as he pulled my truck into the wash bay and get straight to work, wetting it down. As I started licking the ice cream cone, I intentionally flirted with him. I used my "fuck me" eyes and licked the cone seductively. He kept getting distracted by my sexually suggestive licks and bites. When I got near the end, I could tell I had his full attention as I deep-throated the last of the cone and licked my fingers. His mouth was open--jaw dropped--and he pointed the hose at the fender for several seconds, ignoring the fact that it was bouncing right off the fender and spraying back onto him, soaking his clothes.