[ModelT-MsDollie]

TRAINING DOLLIE # 8-----------And Denny----It’s a Gas!
---- Yes, we were both being trained from the time we met. I was working a day job in the office of a small factory plus evenings and many weekends at the downtown gas station. It was the first station right at the foot of the old river bridge into town. A busy corner for tourists. C---- S--- 100! This was a service station only. We pumped one kind of gas, high test 100 octane, added oil and antifreeze ,and offered to check under the hood of every vehicle that came in. Sold cigarettes and there was a soda machine.
----None of that groceries and beer, no lotto tickets, no tires or belts, or any of that other crap. It was a service station to buy gas and have your vehicle vitals checked, including washing all windows and checking tires. We also gave Green Stamps (double on Wednesday) and sometimes a free glass for so many gallons, made of real glass. What a unique concept. All for from 20 cents to 36 cents a gallon, depending on the gas war at the time. (Yes stations actually fought to be the cheapest)
----I worked evenings and sometimes early mornings before my day job. ++++When did I have time to fuck?+++ This was also before the woman of the house had her own car. Many drove their husbands to work then used the one vehicle to shop and do errands. All boring so far, huh? This was my first dose of getting flashed and female exhibitionism. You might not believe what some of those young women wore to take their husbands to work and stop for gas. Back then people put gas in their cars. Diesel fuel was sold at truck stops for real semis or farm equipment.
----There were usually several attendants working together. We all wore coveralls and a cute little matching hat. We all had several blue towels and a bottle of window cleaner in our pockets. The pinkish towel was for checking oil. The blue one for cleaning windows. We never asked to clean windows. We just did it. We did ask about checking oil, water, and tires. Sometimes for a 50 cent sale. Winters were hell. We had to sc**** windows and sometimes remove snow from radiators. But it was all worth the 50 cents an hour we got, minus uniform and adding machine rental!
----What did we get as a bonus. I got many looks at pussies of all ages and sizes. Some spread wide, some smooth as a babies butt, some looking like small fuzzy animals. I saw titties of every possible shape, size, and color. Women came into the station wearing skirts and dresses up to their waist or sometimes slit up the side and gently folded open for viewing. Others wore tiny night gowns or lacy panties and bras. In summers they wore bikinis smaller than we saw at beaches. And sometimes we got a bonus, gals topless and sometimes nude. This would happen randomly night or day, summer or winter. We learned to recognize which cars to hurry out to wash the windshields. Hell, sometimes we got to wash the insides of windows. But it was that battle to be the attendant to wash the driver side windshield that became a contest.
----I’m not sayin some of these exhibits of public indecency were not accidents. However we were treated with years of naked female flesh from many of the same pretty women. Women from teens to grandmas. And most thanked us for taking our time to get the windows very clean! Of course, I always told Dollie about the latest show which helped train her for when I bought gas other places. No way I was gonna buy my gas where I worked when Dollie was along dressed like she did! Altho a couple of the other guys did with their wife or girlfriend just to tease us. Yes, some more training for Dollie, and I.
---Watch for---->FLASHING FUN AT FILLING STATIONS. Things I learned and things we did over the years as we pumped gas in our own vehicles.