| Author: | Francie Mars | ISBN: | 9781476012414 |
| Publisher: | Francie Mars | Publication: | April 12, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Francie Mars |
| ISBN: | 9781476012414 |
| Publisher: | Francie Mars |
| Publication: | April 12, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
The clean white truck pulled up behind her car and stopped. Donna could see the driver through the glare on the windshield. A young one, she thought as she watched him through the glass. He was gathering paperwork and kept looking her over somewhat obviously. She knew that her lacey bra was visible through her thin sweater. She had let it ride up her waist and expose a narrow band of her stomach. Donna felt herself getting wet, knowing that the young driver was checking her out over and over as he stalled in the cab of his truck.
When he finally hopped out of the truck, she got a good look at him. He looked young and fit, with sandy blond hair that brushed his eyebrows. He approached her, clipboard in hand. Donna stood up straight and stretched, arching her back and letting her shirt rise more.
“Hi, I’m, Zack,” he said as she finished her exaggerated stretching.
“Ahh,” Donna said, smiling as she tugged her sweater back down, showing off her cleavage. “Hi Zack.”
“Um, I need you to fill this out.” He stared down her shirt as he handed her the clipboard. He was putty in her hands.
Donna took the clipboard and smiled at Zack, letting her gaze linger on him a little too long before she walked to the side of the car to fill out the form. Zack got a gas can from the truck and began to pour it in to her car. Donna set the clipboard on the trunk and leaned over, giving Zack a view straight down her sweater. She pretended to concentrate on the form, putting the pen in her mouth playfully as she did.
Zack finished putting gas in her car and closed the gas cover. “All set,” he said.
Donna approached him and handed back the clipboard. She stood close to him and smiled.
“Is there anything else I can do for you,” he asked, staring at her breasts.
“Now that you ask,” she said, glancing at the bulge in his pants. “There’s one more thing I need.”
She took the clipboard back and dropped it on the ground. Donna put her hands on Zack’s shoulders and pushed him to his knees in front of her. She was soaking wet as she hiked her skirt up, revealing her smooth thighs and drenched panties. She took Zack’s head in her hands and pulled it toward her waiting pussy.
The clean white truck pulled up behind her car and stopped. Donna could see the driver through the glare on the windshield. A young one, she thought as she watched him through the glass. He was gathering paperwork and kept looking her over somewhat obviously. She knew that her lacey bra was visible through her thin sweater. She had let it ride up her waist and expose a narrow band of her stomach. Donna felt herself getting wet, knowing that the young driver was checking her out over and over as he stalled in the cab of his truck.
When he finally hopped out of the truck, she got a good look at him. He looked young and fit, with sandy blond hair that brushed his eyebrows. He approached her, clipboard in hand. Donna stood up straight and stretched, arching her back and letting her shirt rise more.
“Hi, I’m, Zack,” he said as she finished her exaggerated stretching.
“Ahh,” Donna said, smiling as she tugged her sweater back down, showing off her cleavage. “Hi Zack.”
“Um, I need you to fill this out.” He stared down her shirt as he handed her the clipboard. He was putty in her hands.
Donna took the clipboard and smiled at Zack, letting her gaze linger on him a little too long before she walked to the side of the car to fill out the form. Zack got a gas can from the truck and began to pour it in to her car. Donna set the clipboard on the trunk and leaned over, giving Zack a view straight down her sweater. She pretended to concentrate on the form, putting the pen in her mouth playfully as she did.
Zack finished putting gas in her car and closed the gas cover. “All set,” he said.
Donna approached him and handed back the clipboard. She stood close to him and smiled.
“Is there anything else I can do for you,” he asked, staring at her breasts.
“Now that you ask,” she said, glancing at the bulge in his pants. “There’s one more thing I need.”
She took the clipboard back and dropped it on the ground. Donna put her hands on Zack’s shoulders and pushed him to his knees in front of her. She was soaking wet as she hiked her skirt up, revealing her smooth thighs and drenched panties. She took Zack’s head in her hands and pulled it toward her waiting pussy.
