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 IT was her first day closing by herself.  She was nervous.  The only
customer left in the truck stop sat quietly drinking coffee at the counter.
She made sure to keep his cup full.  She thought he was very attractive but
knew she was to meet someone later that night, so she didn't flirt too
much.

   She dragged out the soda from the back to stock the front cooler.  She
knelt behind the counter as she began to open the boxes.  He watched her
kneel.  His heart raced.  His instincts had been right about her all along.
The little skirt she wore clung against her curves as she stretched and
filled each row with cans.

   She turned and looked at him to see if he needed more coffee.  He
glanced away casually knowing she would get up again to check.  He said
very little and only when there were other customers so she didn't really
hear much of his voice.

   She got back to her feet and walked over to the coffee pot.  Her hips
swayed as she walked.  He liked watching her move.  She stood before him
once more with it in her hand.  "Can I get you more coffee or anything
else?" He nodded and slide the cup forward.

   She filled it carefully.  Her eyes met his for a brief moment and she
looked away shyly.  There was just something about him that was driving her
crazy.  She put the coffee pot back and went back to stocking the cooler.
Her skirt caught on her shoe as she knelt, lifting it up slightly.  She
didn't notice at first, but he did.  He saw a glimpse her soft skin.  She
blushed when she realized it and slide the skirt down without looking at
him.

   She finished and cleared away the empty boxes.  She checked once more to
see if he needed any more.  She went to the kitchen and got a wet rag.  She
started to wipe down the tables in the back of the restaurant.  She looked
over at the counter from time to time as she wiped each table down.  She
noticed he was gone.  She stretched to reach the back of the table she was
wiping and began to back up.

   She bumped into something.  She turned to look and he said.  "Don't move
babygirl." She knew the voice.  It was him.  She smiled and stood there as
his hands began to roam her body.  She closed her eyes.  His touch drove
her wild.

   His hand slid down her thigh and underneath her skirt.  Her legs spread
instinctively.  "Good girl" he whispered to her.  His finger traced her
thong panties down.  He could feel her getting moist already.  He slid a
finger in.  She gasped softly as it entered her.  She gripped the table as
he worked his finger deep inside her.  She moaned softly.  "You like it
baby girl don't you." She nodded and pushed back into his thrusts.  She was
so caught up in the moment she almost forgot where she was.  "Now you know
you can't cum yet." She nodded struggling to fight it.

   His slid another finger in.  She moaned louder.  Her muscles tensed as
he pushed deep.  She knew he would not let her cum yet.  He stroked her
swollen clit with his thumb.  She shivered.  He could tell she was about to
cum.  He stopped and slid his fingers out.  He slowly slides them in his
mouth and tastes her on them.  "Good girl... now finish up so I can get you
home and finish with my plans for you."