Jumping into her little Honda Civic, Sheila sped off to the gas station. She pulled into the full service lane and waited for the attendant. Usually it was young Ronnie, the owners’ son, but sometimes big Ron, the owner waited on her. Sheila had noticed in the past they always made very sure her windshield was extra clean. Looking down, she noticed her dress had split open and slid back up her thighs. Even from her angle Sheila could see her panties. I’ll bet young Ronnie creams his jeans when he gets a look at my bush.
