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Saturday, November 12, 2016

Winter 2000

When it is cold outside it is always best to keep plenty of gas in your car to help prevent the fuel lines from freezing up. My car was running a bit low on gas this evening coming home from work, so I stopped at a BP station. As I absently stood there pumping gas, watching a cute blond girl walk into the station to pay, a sound from the pump next to mine drew my attention. I was pleasantly greeted by sight of a petite woman in a leather coat filling the tank of her large SUV. Her facial features were delicate and beautiful. She wore her auburn hair up, looking very professional. She was probably in her early thirties. She stood about five and a half feet tall, but her build was so tiny that her leather coat looked large on her. The hem of her coat actually brushed the top of her dressy shoes it was so long. The coat sleeves partially covered her small hands. Her coat looked like it was made of extremely supple lamb leather and it possessed a glossy, smooth grain finish. She had the leather coat buttoned tight except for the top button, allowing the stand-up collar to flap against her neck in the chill breeze. She was so slender that the coat looked like it hovered around her, touching her only at her shoulders and the tips of her breasts. I imagined that if I touched her my hand would sink inches into cool, buttery leather before actually contacting her body within. The coat encased her from head to toe in a narrow pillar of plush, polished black leather that hid the curves of her body, but made her look gorgeous all the same.

Her gas tank was now full, and she hung up the nozzle and replaced her gas cap. The station lights above struck highlights on the surface of her leather-sheathed form as she moved. She walked around the front of her vehicle. She met my approving gaze and modestly averted her eyes. I suspect that I was probably gaping like some love-struck fool. I finished filling my tank, and screwed on my gas cap as the woman climbed into her SUV. Her engine started. I turned just in time to see her drive away. She looked quite snug as her fine leather coat bunched and creased in gleaming folds around her.

That was the most fun I had getting gas in a long time.

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