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Service Station Secret

by Anastasia Chrome|2 min read|
"A late-night pit stop leads to filling up more than just the tank with the cashier"

Midnight on the M1, tank on empty. The service station was the only light for miles, and Lexi was the only person inside.

She was slim, pretty, clearly bored out of her mind. Scrolling her phone behind the counter, barely looking up when I walked in.

"Pump three."

"Yeah." I grabbed an energy drink, some crisps. "Quiet night?"

"Dead." She finally looked at me. "You're the first person in two hours." She put down her phone. "And definitely the fittest."

"Charming."

"Honest." She glanced at the empty forecourt. "I've got four more hours to kill. Fancy helping me pass the time?"


The break room was tiny—microwave, kettle, a sofa that had seen better days. She locked the door, turned to face me.

"No cameras back here. Checked on my first week."

"Planned ahead."

"Always do." She kissed me, quick and confident. "Now. We've got maybe twenty minutes before someone else needs petrol."

Her uniform came off fast—polo, jeans, simple underwear underneath. She was slim, toned, with small perky tits.

"Like what you see?"

"Love it."

I pushed her onto the sofa, dropped between her legs. She was wet already, and moaned the moment my tongue touched her.

"Shit—yes—right there—"

She came fast, shaking, voice muffled by a cushion. Then she was pulling me up.

"Inside. Now."

I slid into her and we both groaned. She was tight, hot, and moved her hips immediately.

"Harder—yeah—"

We fucked on that staff room sofa, her moans mixing with the hum of the fridge. She came again, clenching around me.

"Close—cum in me—"

I did, buried deep, feeling her pulse.

A car pulled up outside.

"Shit." She was dressed in under a minute. "Stay here. I'll be back."

I waited, catching my breath, listening to her serve the customer like nothing had happened.

She returned grinning.

"Same time tomorrow night? I'm always on the graveyard shift."

"I'll make sure I'm low on petrol."

"And energy drinks." She kissed me. "Now get out before the next car comes."

I drove the rest of the way wide awake. Best service station on the M1, hands down.

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