He had never, however, seen such a beautiful girl as Julie do such a thing. Maybe it was her beauty that held him back. If she had been an average-looking girl, he might have had the nerve to enter the rest room with her.
"Mmmmmm!" Julie whimpered, whipping her finger in and out of her snatch furiously, dropping her other hand from her breasts to pull and pinch at her inflamed clitoris. "Ohhhh… Ahhhhh… Oooooo! I've got to come! Oh, dear God… I have to… must come!"
The boy jerked hard at his cock, watching the exquisite girl finger-fuck almost insanely through the peep hole. He could feel himself on the verge of discharge, and his fist beat rapidly. His grunts and groans were loud enough now that Julie had no doubts what he was doing.
Pleased by the reaction of her audience, she pulled the lips of her pussy far apart, slapped at it gently with the palm of her hand, then rammed two fingers deep into it. "Fuck… fuck… fuck!" she yelped in passion. "Ahhh, fuck me… fuck me… fuck me! Ohhhh, cocks! Big, beautiful, hard cocks!"
And she came.
Her body shuddered, her breasts shivering. Her eyes glazed over and her tongue lolled from half-parted lips.
The boy grunted loudly, and splashed semen against the wall of the office.
Slowly, Julie stood up. Stepping into her panties, she pulled them about her small waist, snapping the elastic. She moved to the sink again, washed and dried her hands. Smoothing the short skirt about her hips and ass, she smiled broadly as she left the rest room.
Rounding the corner, she saw the boy had returned to the car. Getting into it, she repeated her exposure for his benefit.
"Beautiful day, isn't it?" she said softly.
"Uh… yeah," he grunted.
He stood next to the closed door, waiting as she fished into her purse for the money. Handing it to him, she dropped her left hand over the side of the door. As the boy took the money, she brushed her hand over his pants. The boy jumped, and with a soft giggle, Julie gave his cock a squeeze.
"Bye, now," she said very softly, and drove from the pumps.
Chapter 2
It was almost two o'clock when she decided to stop for lunch.
None of the big restaurants appealed to her. She could very well afford them, but Julie liked small, out of the way cafes. They were much more intimate, seldom crowded. Besides, exciting things could happen in those small cafes run by one person.
The place she located was almost as lonely as the service station. It was a small place, set just off the highway on the beach side. There were a few cabins for tired overnighters and not much else. The cafe was a white clapboard affair, with a neon sign that said nothing except cafe. It was off now, of course. There was one car pulled up next to the door, and she wheeled in beside it.
As Julie entered the cafe, she still felt a warm glow from the action at the service station hardly two hours ago. Her pussy twitched with a lovely sensation, mostly because she had been playing with it off and on as she drove.
The interior of the cafe was cool against the heat outside. There were two booths along one wall, and seven or eight stools at the counter. It wasn't the cleanest cafe she had ever seen. But she didn't mind that. For a girl who was scrupulously clean about her personal habits, she seldom minded the condition of places she ate in, or stayed in for an hour or so of flicking.
Sitting at the counter was a man. She glanced briefly at him, and immediately discarded him. He was in his sixties, bald-headed, with a scraggly beard at least a week old. He was slurping coffee from a saucer.
Taking a stool at the far end of the counter, she waited, looking over the menu. There wasn't much choice, really. Stew, hamburgers, hot cakes, and so forth. She decided on a hamburger with fries, closed the menu and sat back. She pulled a cigarette from her purse and fired it up with a tiny gold lighter.
As she blew out clouds of blue-gray smoke, a man came from the swinging doors behind the counter. He stepped toward her, lifting an eye in question.
"Burger and fries, please," she said. "Oh, and may I have a coke. No glass-bottle will be fine."
The man nodded, then returned to the kitchen of the cafe.
He wasn't bad, she thought. Not the best looking specimen, but he was maybe in his forties, with gray at the temples of his black hair. Tall, but not really muscular. But he wasn't skinny, either. He had been wearing an apron about his waist, and it was splattered with food and who knew what else.
She finished her cigarette and crushed it out in an ashtray near the sugar and other condiments before her. Again she looked at the bald-headed man still slurping noisily from the saucer.
When the man brought her the hamburger and fries, she bit into it. Surprisingly, it was tasty. She gave the man a smile.
"Good," she said.
He nodded, looking at her. Then he turned and lifted the lid of an old-fashioned cooler, found a coke, opened it and set that before her. Without saying anything, he leaned on the cooler, watching her eat.
Julie didn't mind. She was used to men looking at her. She would have been disappointed if he had not. She finished the hamburger and began on the fries, eating slowly. Now and then she would glance at the man behind the counter. There was a gleam in his dark eyes, a gleam that Julie was familiar with.
She smiled at him again.
There was no response from the man; just that steady gaze.
The old man finished his coffee, flipping coins on the counter. As he stepped from the stool, he called out: "See you later, Ben."
Ben waved a hand, but never took his eyes from Julie.
The fries gone now, Julie lifted the cold bottle to her lips and drank. Her slim throat swallowed. She kept her eyes on the man behind the counter. Slowly, insinuatingly, she licked the mouth of the bottle. There was a slight lift to the man's eyebrows as he watched her pink tongue lick the neck of the bottle,-then push gently and slowly into the hole.
Still they gazed at one another, neither speaking, but there was a charged tension flowing between them.
Firing up another cigarette, Julie smoked and drank the coke. Her eyes never wavered from the man's.
Placing the empty bottle down on the counter, Julie said without any expression: "Want to fuck?"
"Pay me, first," the man said.
Julie put money on the counter, then looked back at him. "Well?"
The man jerked his head toward the swinging doors leading to the rear of the cafe, then turned and went through them. Julie slipped from the stool and walked around the counter, following him.
The kitchen, unlike the cafe proper, was clean as a bell. Everything sparkled and shined. The man was standing at the rear door.
She walked up to him, their eyes staring into each others. The man walked outside without a word, and she followed him. The man, Ben, opened one of the small cabin doors, and they entered it. The cabin wasn't much. There was a bed, one chair, and the bathroom. That was all.
The man began to remove his clothing. Julie watched him, a smile playing around her full lips. When he was naked, she dropped her eyes to his body. There was a slight belly on him, but not enough to turn her off. His cock was dangling limply down, hairy balls almost hidden by black hair. The man stroked his cock slowly as he moved to the bed, stretching out there.
Julie lifted her sweater, then pulled it from her head. Her flawless breasts came free and she dropped the sweater on the single chair. It was then she noticed the walls were plastered with pictures. She smiled broadly as she leaned to look at them. Many of the pictures had been cut from magazines, nude women in a variety of poses. But some were photographs.
It was the photographs she looked more closely at.
One picture was an eight-by-ten of a very pretty girl, hardly fifteen years old. She was sitting in a chair, her feet up and draped over the arms, cunt fully exposed. The girl was cupping one small breast, a cigarette in her other hand. The girl's eyes were open, gazing into the camera. Her expression gave the impression of being bored.