The small towns on the eastern plains of Colorado are not a hot spot for employment. In fact to find a job is dam hard. Carmen found one of the only fair paying jobs in town. A big win for her as she got to make small bucks and do something she loved, play with things that go fast, like cars, motorcycles, and men. An attendant at the local filling station, an unlikely job for a girl, but she was not your regular girl. Carmen liked to tinker with engines and love the sound of a straight pipe. If it was loud and fast, she was there.
The summer stretched long and hot and boring, not the combination Carmen hoped for. Saturday was usually a busy day at the gas station but today it slow as a snail crossing the street. Carmen had the blues, no hot rides or hot men around. Getting antsy, she prayed some excitement to come along, “For lovin’ the blues, I stand accused.” She drummed a BB King tune against a hot tin gas pump and looked longingly at the vacant road leading into the hills.
After a light lunch Carmen changed from her sun dress into her work uniform. This is the kind of uniform that makes a man take a second look. Carmen completed her daily routine and was hanging around the station waiting for a customer, any customer. About that time a black Harley with mid ape hangers pulled up to the pump. It was sweet and loud and the rider was a fine looking specimen.
Thumper had been riding since sun up heading toward Denver and a national club meeting. It had been a hot ride and he needed some cooling off before he cut a dusty trail for the final leg. He had seen the gas station and was hoping for a cold drink and a short break. As he pulled in he caught a glimpse of the hottest thing this side of the Continental Divide. Black hair, moist red lips, and breasts that deserved a second look. Stopping his bike at the pumps his mind raced thinking of the fun he could have with this sweet thing.
Snapping to her job, Carmen filled the gas tank and cleaned the head light; riding on the Colorado plains you pick up a lot of bugs. Thumper was enjoying the view as Carmen polished the head light and chrome. As he eyed her ample breasts he asked, “Did it hurt?”
“What?” she answered puzzled, “When you fell from Heaven?” Carmen giggled and blushed. He knew he had her hooked. His line worked every time. Then he smoothly asked what time she got off work and if she had plans.
Carmen gave Thumper a seductive smile and thought to herself that combination of cleavage and a giggle did the trick. They were both thinking the same thing and looking for a good time.
Carmen didn’t say much but with a wink and a smile she slipped into the gas station and in the blink of an eye her uniform was on the floor and she was standing there in a sweet little bikini. She came out of the station moving like a cat, and slipped on the back of the Harley. She whispered in his ear to take Highway 2 west out of town and she would tell him where to turn.
Without a question the Harley roared to life and barked through the gears as they headed out of town. There was a secluded beach at the town reservoir that was a great place to cool off on a hot day or get hot and nasty on a cool day. Today it would be a place for a little of both.
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