Student job at the petrol station

[Meral]

This story is based on a fantasy of mine from quite some years ago, when I was a student. At that time, I was 19-20 years old. I had a student job at the pay-desk in the shop of a petrol station along the way of a main highway.

A lot of truckers, also international (it is in Europe by the way, I am European), stopped at that petrol station, and sometimes spent the night in their trucks. Most nights there were 20-30 truckers who stopped for the night at that parking lot.

The shop was a 24/24 shop and we worked in shifts: an early shift from 8-16h, a late shift from 16-24h and a night shift from 24-8h in the morning. As a student employee, they let me switch between early and late shift from one week to another. The night shift was always for the same since they didn't let students do night shifts on their own. During the early and evening shifts, I worked with one more experienced colleague. This was good because it made me feel more confident and also safer. Not that it wasn’t safe at the shop or parking lot, but sometimes the atmosphere there could be quiet intimidating for a young girl. Most of the time, the truckers were nice, but sometimes it could also be a little rough and annoying to deal with them. I remember some of them looked quite scary to me. :-) .

I was not, nor am I, the shy type. Not at all. I can deal with annoying guys and am not too shy to give them a good answer and put them back on their place. And no matter what remarks they made, I always replied with a smile. I kept it friendly and that mostly was the best thing to do. Sometimes it was a lot of fun in the shop with the truckers. In the morning when they were having their coffee and breakfast or in the evenings before they went back to their trucks to sleep, I had real good laughs with some of the truckers.

On days that I worked the late shift, I always tried to park my car as close as possible to the shop itself or at least close to my colleague's car. This way, when our shift was done at midnight, I didn't need to walk alone in the dark parking lot where all the truckers were sleeping or maybe still hanging around. In the shop, I always felt safe. I felt safe outside also during daytime, also. But at nighttime, when the parking lot gets abandoned and only the big trucks remain, the idea of walking out there alone, between the big trucks was quite a scary thought, so I tried to avoid that.

But the idea of all those men, sometimes more than 30, sleeping alone in their trucks, was very fascinating and yes, even exciting.
There was a lot of testosterone there at night. :-)

Some truckers were real loners, they didn't have girlfriends. Others had girlfriends but haven't seen theirs for quite some time or were looking forward in seeing them again... Some of them also were very open about talking about that to me, they were very direct and straightforward in letting me know they were missing out on something for quite some time and longing for a good fuck.. sex and sexual remarks from them were never far away when they spoke with me.

(Now, you should know that I was and still am not the real barbie-perfect model-looking kind of girl. I am what you would call a "curvy girl" but like to believe for myself that I have these curves in the right places :-) . But I am sure some guys would consider me as just being fat. Well, "screw you" I say to them, you don't know what you are missing. Big girls do have more fun! :-) )


That being said, I didn't really mind, and even enjoyed, when truckers in the shop would make sexual remarks about me or my body, even if they were just too sexist or rough, it still always flattered me in a way.

At the shop, we needed to wear a uniform. We could choose our trousers, but couldn’t wear skirts. We all needed to wear the same red button-blouse on top.
Since I am a "bigger" girl, my breasts are also bigger than most girls' tits. At that time I already had a F-cup (European size that is), and my big boobs were and still are one of my main features I can use for showing off or attracting some attention from guys :-) .

Now, the button-blouse we needed to wear in the shop, was not the most sexy outfit but the buttons gave me some options to make it a bit more sexy. It was amazing how putting open one more button could affect the number of remarks or smiles I got :-). I remember having a laugh about it one day with one of my female colleagues. It was almost pure mathematics. There is an almost direct proportional relationship between the number of buttons I left open on the blouse and the number of remarks (sexual and/or sexist) I got. :-)

So I remember one hot summer evening that I was working there, it was just before the end of my shift.

There were three truckers standing before my pay-desk. Two were Dutch speaking, same as me.

One was polish and already drinking a beer. All three were hanging out in the shop for some time, but were now coming to my pay-desk to pay for some snacks and drinks before they would go back to their trucks to sleep. The polish trucker looked quite rough and was the quiet type. He even seemed to be a bit shy although he was very impressive and big, more muscular then fat, a real bear of a man. I didn't know his age but I would guess him to be around 40.

One of the Dutch speaking guys was a bit older, already in his mid 50's I think and had a big beer-belly. He was not a real handsome man. He seemed to be a bit over-sexed. (After some time working in that petrol station shop, I got some people knowledge-skills and sometimes you can judge what kind of man you have in front of you based only on the way they look or move around in the shop) What he was buying didn’t help my first impression of him. I can't remember which ones he bought but when he came to my pay-desk he had two adult magazines with him. There were fully naked women on the cover and lots more of them inside the magazines.

The third guy, also Dutch speaking, was in fact a very handsome and sexy guy. He was in his late twenties, I think. His looks and style were really my type. He was a rough, strong, confident man, macho and cool but not too much. He had a sexy face and eyes as well as a well-trained body. I couldn't see fully but I was sure that beneath his clothes, there would be a god-like muscular body :-).

Well, that sexy guy made a remark to me about the other guy who was buying the sex magazines.

"Do you understand him" he said (pointing out to that other guy).

"Understand what?" I replied smiling.

"Well, what are you going to do with those dirty magazines?" asked the sexy guy to the other Dutch guy.

"Fuck you," he replied "... What do you think asshole, jerking off to it, of course, what else.."

"Now, that I don't understand..." the sexy guy said "...I would never do that.."

Looking and smiling at both guys I answered the sexy guy: ".. ah, you would never do that.. of course you wouldn't.. you are the only trucker in the whole world that would never look at an adult magazine.., nice to meet you finally .. ", being very sarcastic.

The other guy starts laughing out loud but the sexy trucker immediately replied:
"I didn't say that, you didn't let me finish..."

"Oh no, so tell me then, what did you want to say?" I asked smiling.

"Well, I would never do that..." he replied, looking straight in my eyes ".. when the last thing I can see before going to my truck is a hot & sexy cashier girl, like the one I am seeing now.."

The other guy again started laughing out loud " haha, he thinks he’s Don Juan.."
I also couldn't help laughing with it but at the same time that remark shivered all the way through my body since it was coming from such a sexy guy.
The fact that he didn't show any sign of doubt or shyness after seeing me laugh with it made him more sexy. He just looked in my eyes. For a moment, it really felt like he meant it. Normally I am not that easy impressed by an over-the-top pickup line like that from a trucker, but this one was different.. after my laughing, I realized he actually had hit me with it.. looking back at him, in his eyes, I had the strangest feeling, a shiver through my body, I felt super sexy and just by that one sentence, the way he did it and looked at me, he got me... It is hard to describe but it was like my body suddenly, by that sentence, was screaming out " Yes, handsome, you can have me... take me, I am yours.." ..

Then he turned back to the guy with the magazines :" Look at her.., doesn't she look amazing.."

Now both guys are looking at me, making me feel a bit uncomfortable.

"Come on guys, cut it out.." I said, getting shy because of the remarks of the sexy guy.

"No really" the sexy guy said, talking to the other guy but both looking at me "..look at her tits, aren't they amazing?"

That day it had been a hot day, I was wearing shorts and my uniform blouse, some upper buttons were open, showing some cleavage..

"..so if I was you.." the sexy guy continued to the other ".. I would throw away your sex magazines and take the sight of those amazing tits on that beautiful girl in your mind and take that back to your truck.. I know I will.."

I didn't know what to say but I was very aware of both guys staring at me... at first just at my boobs in my blouse in fact.. but the sexy guy looked up just after saying that , straight into my eyes and he gave me a wink with his eyes. Other truckers also would wink sometimes and mostly it was that dirty kind of wink, but this guy was different. His wink was different, it made me feel shy.. This was flirting what he did, and he was very good at it..

I noticed the other guy still staring at my breasts, so I covered them up with my hands "Forget it" I said "Stick to your magazines, I am not showing as much as those girls in there"

"I bet if you would take them from underneath that blouse, you would have much more to show then the girls in these magazines" he replied laughing.

"Very funny" I smiled back "that is why you never going to see them, they are more then you can handle" "You can dream about it in your truck but you will not see any real twins tonight. That magazine is the best you have, so enjoy it," I said giving him a big smile.

"I sure will, honey" he answered and finally handed me over the money for the magazines.

"Thank you" I said and gave him his change.

"Euhm.." now looking and talking to the sexy guy again who was still standing there but apparently didn't had anything in his hands that he wanted to buy ".. did you want anything else?"

"Yes..,you.. he said" smiling "I want ..you"

Smiling back, still overwhelmingly charmed by him, even by such stupid pickup-line “No sorry, I am not for sale here, but will let you know when I am" smiling at him.

"Oh, too bad..need to come back then some time" and he turned away from the pay-deck, making room for the polish trucker in the line and leaving the shop...

I never saw him again, but he haunted my mind for months, and since I am now writing again about that encounter, I could honestly say, for years :-)
Not just because of that conversation and not even really because of him (no single guy can haunt my mind for that long :-) ) but mainly because of the fact that that petrol station, parking and atmosphere around the truckers, has been a starting point of a lot of my sexual fantasies.

And one of them (or in fact a combination of them) I want to write out here..
From this point on, this story turns from non-fiction to fiction...
With me walking out of the shop of the petrol station after my shift at around midnight, only 10 minutes after I had the short conversation with the sexy guy and the other trucker buying the adult magazines...

(the rest of my story you can read soon in the fiction section…)

[uzzlic]

great story!!!!

[Mister_eeus]

I like that one too!

[andyt29]

This isn't my story, but it was related to me by one of the participants so i hold it to be true.

My firend told me of how she would accompany her friend to the gas station where the friend's boyfriend worked. The sole reason for these visits was for the couple to have sex. I guess the backroom at work is the only place they could get privacy. The funny thing is, the gas station was fairly busy and had security camera's behind the counter. My friend said that they had it all worked out that she could sit a certain way so the security camera wouldn't pick her up, but she could still take money from the customers.