The boy swallowed and dropped his eyes to her lap. And swallowed again.
His eyes burned on her long, creamy thighs, and there was a tingle in his crotch. Julie was sitting in such a manner that her knees were parted, and the smooth surfaces of her thighs were exposed to her crotch. In fact, by leaning a bit, the boy glimpsed the red lacy crotch of her panties. His cock swelled, and he pressed it against the fender of the low car.
Julie knew the boy was gazing at her. It gave her a nice sensation when a man looked at her. She didn't glance at him, but pretended to be interested in her purse which was lying along side her hip.
As she rummaged about in it, she let her legs open a bit more, and she could hear the muffled gasp from the boy.
The boy was wiping furiously at the windshield now, hardly knowing what he was doing. His attention was riveted on Julie's thighs. She had shifted in such a way that her crotch was fully revealed to him, and he saw the shadowed patch of her copper-colored pussy hair beneath the sheer panties.
Servicing cars was a boring job, but it was times like this that made it worthwhile, many women and girls came into the station, skirts high, and they would tease him and pretend they weren't aware of it.
Julie smiled to herself as she heard the boy gasp again. Snapping the purse shut, she ran her hands over her breasts as though smoothing the sweater, arched her back to make them stick out further. Then, dropping her hand to her lap, she toyed with the hem of her hiked-up skirt. As though preoccupied, she fanned the skirt up and down, and the boy was about to come in his pants.
Every time Julie lifted the skirt, he could almost see her belly button. And she was doing it slow enough to enable the boy to see the lacy edges of her pants.
"Oh, damn!" she murmured softly, but loud enough for the boy to hear.
"Uh, pardon me?" the boy replied, his voice a bit thick.
"Oh, it isn't anything," she said, smiling at him. "It's just that I have to use the rest room, and I don't have a quarter."
"A quarter?" the boy said stupidly.
"Yes, you know," she smiled warmly again at him. "All these modern stations have pay toilets. Don't you?"
"Naw, not us. It's unlocked. Go on and use it."
Giving him a bright thank you, Julie slid from the car, letting her miniskirt ride very high. With one foot on the ground and the other still inside, she paused.
The boy gulped hard. He was staring directly up her thighs, and since she had her legs very wide, the total area of her crotch was exposed. He could even see curling hairs sticking from the edges. Julie knew he was looking; it had been her intention for him to look.
With another warm smile, she walked toward the signs indicating the location of the rest rooms. She deliberately made her hips undulate and swing. The boy continued to stare after her, his eyes watching the slight roll of her ass-cheeks and the flashing thighs.
As soon as she rounded the corner, he raced into the office.
Julie opened the door and entered. She was pleased to find the rest room as clean and neat as the outside of the station. Looking about the walls, she found what she had expected. The bathroom was small, with a single toilet facing the far wall. There was a door there, but the lock, she noticed, wasn't working. On one side was a sparkling sink, with paper towels in a rack.
Glancing at the wall directly in front of the toilet, she waited until she was ready. On the wall, she had noticed a small hole, a hole large enough for someone to peek through, but on her side it looked almost innocent.
She had expected the peep hole. The skinny boy was that type. Pretending she had not noticed the peep hole, Julie washed her hands, then dried them on a paper towel. Next, she entered the toilet, not bothering to close the door. It would have swung open anyway, she was sure.
Facing the peep hole, she lifted her skirt to her waist.
With his eyes pressed to the hole on the office side, the skinny boy watched with growing excitement. He saw Julie lift her miniskirt, and watched as she paused for just a moment. Then he saw her slip her thumbs into the waist band of her sheer, red panties, and down they went. She remained standing with her panties dangling inside out at her knees for a long moment. Then Julie placed her right hand on the patch of silken cunt hair, caressed it, then cupped her pussy, twisting her hips from side to side gently.
The boy was panting as he watched, and his own hand slipped to the front of his pants, grabbing hard at his throbbing prick.
Julie sat down on the toilet, almost primly. Then she opened her knees wide, the panties dangling there. Lifting one foot, she slipped the panties from it, then brought her other foot up. She hooked her heels on the edge of the toilet, panties dangling from one slim ankle. With her knees wide apart, the boy was gazing at her exposed pussy.
Furiously, he ripped the zipper of his pants down and pulled his straining prick free. Closing his fist about it, he began to jerk off madly. His eyes remained on Julie, seeing the perfectly outlined snatch, the pink lips, the copper hair on either side, and her swollen little clitoris that poked provocatively from the moist folds of her cunt.
While he pumped on his cock, the boy saw Julie rub at her cunt lips, almost lazily, then she took the bit of flesh between her thumb and forefinger, squeezing it and making soft noises the boy could hear. As Julie rubbed at her clitoris, she shoved her thin sweater up, revealing two of the most perfect breasts the boy had ever seen. They were creamy and soft-looking, flawlessly shaped. The nipples were long and rigid. Julie tweaked them, then began to fondle her breasts as she caressed her cunt. She had scooted her hips forward until the cheeks of her ass rested against her heels, and the boy saw, as she pulled upward on her pussy, the pucker of her alluring asshole.
His fist pumped faster.
Normally, Julie wasn't a prick teaser. Yet, she enjoyed it at times. She liked to get a boy hot for her, and she would tease at those times, but she never refused them her body. But now, she was in a mood to see how far she could take this skinny boy, see if she could get him stirred up enough to come racing into the rest room with that hard-on leading the way.
Closing her eyes, she thrust her middle finger deep into the folds of her twat, making gurgling sounds the boy could hear. She licked at her lips as she fingered her cunt and felt her breasts. Behind her closed eyes, she could see the boy on the other side of the wall, his hot eye pressed against the peep hole, his cock in his fist, beating like crazy. The mental picture caused her own lusts to lift higher, and she began screwing her finger in and out of the clinging lips of her hairy pussy. She gasped and panted in pleasure, knowing the boy was doing the same. She could hear his harsh breathing, too.
At first, Julie had not intended to bring herself off by finger-fucking with the boy watching. She had hoped he would come to her, stick that cock of his up her snatch and fuck her. But it didn't seem as though he had the nerve.
As she continued fingering her twat and squeezing her breasts, passion flared within her body, and soon she was finger-fucking herself furiously, moaning and gasping, her heat twisting, the copper hair flying about her lovely face.
"Oh, God!" she hissed loudly, not only for the peeping boy's benefit, but also because it was feeling damned good to her now "Ohhhh, shit! Ohhhh, fuck! Ahhhh, I want to get fucked! I want a big, hard cock up my cunt! God… oh, dear God! Someone… anybody… please… please… fuck me!"
The boy listened to her, pumping madly on his prick. His balls swelled inside his pants, and he wanted to run around there and do as she wanted, but he didn't, as she suspected, have the nerve. Many times he had seen women or girls finger themselves off from his peep hole, but most of the time they just sat and pissed. Still, that was better than nothing.