It was beautiful.
Julie wheeled the small car expertly down the broad highway, the sun streaming in on her. The top was down and the wind fluttered her long copper-colored hair behind her. She had never felt so free.
Eighteen years old, vibrant with youth and beauty, she had been stifled-or so she thought- these past nine months. College was a drag. She was a good student, but college was a drag anyway. But that was behind her, at least for the next three months.
Now, it was the last week in May, and she had three lovely, warm months to be free, to be herself.
And what was Julie?
It was a question she had asked herself many times. There were times when she felt she was two people. And, in a way, Julie Kramer was two people, with totally separate personalities, separate wants and desires. One part other played the game as established for her. Most of the time she was a demure, somewhat shy girl, quick to smile and quick to laugh. This Julie Kramer was the face she presented in her college life. But during the evenings, nights, and weekends, she was altogether a different girl.
And this was the girl Julie enjoyed the most.
The weekend, the evening, the night Julie was a hot-blooded, sensual, sex-loving girl. She would often get far enough away from college so she wouldn't be recognized, make a pick up, and fuck for as long as time would permit.
Behind the facade of her demure, often shy, appearance, Julie Kramer was a girl who bubbled for sex. She needed sex the way any other person needed water; her very existence depended on sex, and in huge quantities. She didn't care for a permanent partner at all. One man could become a bore after a while, she had discovered early in her life. Julie wanted variety, a change, anything that could keep her life moving along with excitement.
To those who knew the night Julie, she was the most uninhibited, the most abandoned, most wanton girl they had ever seen. She was starved for sex, not affection. Affection she had from her mother, from her brother. But they couldn't provide sex.
To those who knew her on the campus, she was sweet, shy, but very friendly-a girl they all loved to be with. There were a few studs on campus who had made passes at her, but she had brushed them off in such a way that feelings had not been injured. She was known as a good pal, a girl who would help with assignments, who would go to a drive-in, maybe have a glass of beer, talk and joke. None of the boys and girls on campus realized they were with a virtual bundle of explosive sexuality that could devour them.
Julie often laughed to herself about her situation. She would dream of ways to shock the faculty and student body out of their pants. But of course she never did. It was better, for her purposes, to be known as the sweet, shy beauty who was studious, who was virginal.
But it was the sensual side she liked the most.
On weekends, especially, she would dress in her small off-campus apartment. She would bathe thoroughly, splash a subtle scent on strategic places of her body, brush her coppery hair until it shone with tiny sparkles. A slight touch of lipstick was the only make-up she ever wore. She had no use for creams and oils and all the other things guaranteed to make a woman desirable.
Julie, on weekends, was desirable enough.
After brushing her hair, she would slip into a pair of sheer, lacy panties, the kind easily seen through. Then, without giving a thought to a bra, she would put on a blouse, leave the top three buttons open, exposing the creamy valley between her flawless breasts. Next came a miniskirt, a very short miniskirt. She would examine herself in the wall mirror, maybe stick small pearl or diamond earrings into the tiny holes at the lobes. With her copper hair flowing past her shoulders, her dark eyes peering back at her with a steaming expression in them, she would stick her tongue out at her reflection and say aloud: "You're going to get fucked tonight, baby."
The very thought of having a hard prick sliding in between her thighs and rapping at the hairy slit of her pussy would send shivers of delight racing up and down her spine.
Satisfied with her appearance, she would lock her apartment and skip happily to her small sports car. Then she would drive swiftly to the town ten or so miles away. That town was small, but intimate. She was known there as a free-living girl who would do anything with a man, take whatever pleasure he had to offer her, give as well as receive. None of the men she knew in the town had any idea she was a college student. Indeed, they didn't know where she lived, not did they give a damn.
She was a hot piece of ass for them, and that was all that mattered. Julie thought she had fucked at the very least half of the male population of that town. Often enough, she would be screwed three and four times in a single afternoon or night, and still she wanted more.
Julie always wanted more.
In her apartment, if she did not go out, she would frequently walk about naked, fondling herself, finishing the evening by masturbating. Going naked in her apartment had created some humorous and sometimes dangerous situations for her. Boys and girls were forever dropping in to see her, and not a few times she had to scramble into anything handy.
But in a way, Julie didn't mind that. The aspect of being caught in her other personality was quite exciting to her.
Now, speeding down the highway in the warm May sun, her miniskirt hiked up over her thighs, she was humming gaily to herself. The radio was on, dialed to a good rock station, and she twisted now and then on the seat. It was not quite noon, and she hoped to get far down the highway before stopping for lunch.
Home was four hundred miles away, a good seven or eight hours driving at the least. She had been on the road now for two of those hours. Off to her right were the blue waters of the Pacific Ocean; on her left the tree-shrouded hills. Since it was midweek, there was very little traffic. As she drove, she thought of the coming summer months.
Being home would not bother her sexual nature. Santa Barbara was a big enough place to continue her sexual indulgences without injury to her reputation. She would be able to see men without her mother's knowledge. Tourists and vacationers abounded in Santa Barbara during the warm summers. It would be easy enough for a girl with her beauty to find exciting adventures.
Julie's preference in men wasn't strong. She liked for them to be attractive, but it wasn't her sole requirement in a man. In fact, the only requirement she had was a hard, thick cock, and a willingness to play her games. And since most men had thick cocks that would easily enough become hard, there wasn't a problem at all. And, too, most were quite willing to play with her. Single or married made no difference to her. She didn't care if a man was cheating on his wife, as long as she was taking the wife's place.
Glancing at the fuel gauge, she noticed there was hardly a quarter of a tank left. She could drive for another sixty or so miles, but Julie didn't want to chance it.
Seeing the service station down the highway, she slowed the small car.
There were no other buildings around the station. It had been set on the right. side of the highway for one purpose only; to fuel the cars that came by, to beat the competition of other stations five miles down the highway in the town.
She pulled into the pumps and cut the engine. It was a modern station, with bright blue and white colors. The builders had landscaped it to blend in with the surrounding area.
She was the only customer.
A bell clanged and a tall, somewhat skinny boy came from the office. Julie flashed him a wide smile as she told him to fill the tank and, please, check the oil for me.
The boy shoved the nozzle into the tank like a phallus entering the sheath of a willing girl. Then, as he began to scrub at the windshield, he looked through at Julie.
He looked first at her face. She was a lovely girl, he saw. In fact, she was about the most beautiful girl he had ever seen-. Then he glanced at her breasts. They were encased in a thin summer sweater, two peaks jutting enticingly in it. The sweater molded Julie's breasts like a glove, clinging to the firm roundness.
The boy swallowed and dropped his eyes to her lap. And swallowed again.
His eyes burned on her long, creamy thighs, and there was a tingle in his crotch. Julie was sitting in such a manner that her knees were parted, and the smooth surfaces of her thighs were exposed to her crotch. In fact, by leaning a bit, the boy glimpsed the red lacy crotch of her panties. His cock swelled, and he pressed it against the fender of the low car.
Julie knew the boy was gazing at her. It gave her a nice sensation when a man looked at her. She didn't glance at him, but pretended to be interested in her purse which was lying along side her hip.
As she rummaged about in it, she let her legs open a bit more, and she could hear the muffled gasp from the boy.
The boy was wiping furiously at the windshield now, hardly knowing what he was doing. His attention was riveted on Julie's thighs. She had shifted in such a way that her crotch was fully revealed to him, and he saw the shadowed patch of her copper-colored pussy hair beneath the sheer panties.
Servicing cars was a boring job, but it was times like this that made it worthwhile, many women and girls came into the station, skirts high, and they would tease him and pretend they weren't aware of it.
Julie smiled to herself as she heard the boy gasp again. Snapping the purse shut, she ran her hands over her breasts as though smoothing the sweater, arched her back to make them stick out further. Then, dropping her hand to her lap, she toyed with the hem of her hiked-up skirt. As though preoccupied, she fanned the skirt up and down, and the boy was about to come in his pants.
Every time Julie lifted the skirt, he could almost see her belly button. And she was doing it slow enough to enable the boy to see the lacy edges of her pants.
"Oh, damn!" she murmured softly, but loud enough for the boy to hear.
"Uh, pardon me?" the boy replied, his voice a bit thick.
"Oh, it isn't anything," she said, smiling at him. "It's just that I have to use the rest room, and I don't have a quarter."
"A quarter?" the boy said stupidly.
"Yes, you know," she smiled warmly again at him. "All these modern stations have pay toilets. Don't you?"
"Naw, not us. It's unlocked. Go on and use it."
Giving him a bright thank you, Julie slid from the car, letting her miniskirt ride very high. With one foot on the ground and the other still inside, she paused.
The boy gulped hard. He was staring directly up her thighs, and since she had her legs very wide, the total area of her crotch was exposed. He could even see curling hairs sticking from the edges. Julie knew he was looking; it had been her intention for him to look.
With another warm smile, she walked toward the signs indicating the location of the rest rooms. She deliberately made her hips undulate and swing. The boy continued to stare after her, his eyes watching the slight roll of her ass-cheeks and the flashing thighs.
As soon as she rounded the corner, he raced into the office.
Julie opened the door and entered. She was pleased to find the rest room as clean and neat as the outside of the station. Looking about the walls, she found what she had expected. The bathroom was small, with a single toilet facing the far wall. There was a door there, but the lock, she noticed, wasn't working. On one side was a sparkling sink, with paper towels in a rack.
Glancing at the wall directly in front of the toilet, she waited until she was ready. On the wall, she had noticed a small hole, a hole large enough for someone to peek through, but on her side it looked almost innocent.
She had expected the peep hole. The skinny boy was that type. Pretending she had not noticed the peep hole, Julie washed her hands, then dried them on a paper towel. Next, she entered the toilet, not bothering to close the door. It would have swung open anyway, she was sure.
Facing the peep hole, she lifted her skirt to her waist.
With his eyes pressed to the hole on the office side, the skinny boy watched with growing excitement. He saw Julie lift her miniskirt, and watched as she paused for just a moment. Then he saw her slip her thumbs into the waist band of her sheer, red panties, and down they went. She remained standing with her panties dangling inside out at her knees for a long moment. Then Julie placed her right hand on the patch of silken cunt hair, caressed it, then cupped her pussy, twisting her hips from side to side gently.
The boy was panting as he watched, and his own hand slipped to the front of his pants, grabbing hard at his throbbing prick.
Julie sat down on the toilet, almost primly. Then she opened her knees wide, the panties dangling there. Lifting one foot, she slipped the panties from it, then brought her other foot up. She hooked her heels on the edge of the toilet, panties dangling from one slim ankle. With her knees wide apart, the boy was gazing at her exposed pussy.
Furiously, he ripped the zipper of his pants down and pulled his straining prick free. Closing his fist about it, he began to jerk off madly. His eyes remained on Julie, seeing the perfectly outlined snatch, the pink lips, the copper hair on either side, and her swollen little clitoris that poked provocatively from the moist folds of her cunt.
While he pumped on his cock, the boy saw Julie rub at her cunt lips, almost lazily, then she took the bit of flesh between her thumb and forefinger, squeezing it and making soft noises the boy could hear. As Julie rubbed at her clitoris, she shoved her thin sweater up, revealing two of the most perfect breasts the boy had ever seen. They were creamy and soft-looking, flawlessly shaped. The nipples were long and rigid. Julie tweaked them, then began to fondle her breasts as she caressed her cunt. She had scooted her hips forward until the cheeks of her ass rested against her heels, and the boy saw, as she pulled upward on her pussy, the pucker of her alluring asshole.
His fist pumped faster.
Normally, Julie wasn't a prick teaser. Yet, she enjoyed it at times. She liked to get a boy hot for her, and she would tease at those times, but she never refused them her body. But now, she was in a mood to see how far she could take this skinny boy, see if she could get him stirred up enough to come racing into the rest room with that hard-on leading the way.
Closing her eyes, she thrust her middle finger deep into the folds of her twat, making gurgling sounds the boy could hear. She licked at her lips as she fingered her cunt and felt her breasts. Behind her closed eyes, she could see the boy on the other side of the wall, his hot eye pressed against the peep hole, his cock in his fist, beating like crazy. The mental picture caused her own lusts to lift higher, and she began screwing her finger in and out of the clinging lips of her hairy pussy. She gasped and panted in pleasure, knowing the boy was doing the same. She could hear his harsh breathing, too.
At first, Julie had not intended to bring herself off by finger-fucking with the boy watching. She had hoped he would come to her, stick that cock of his up her snatch and fuck her. But it didn't seem as though he had the nerve.
As she continued fingering her twat and squeezing her breasts, passion flared within her body, and soon she was finger-fucking herself furiously, moaning and gasping, her heat twisting, the copper hair flying about her lovely face.
"Oh, God!" she hissed loudly, not only for the peeping boy's benefit, but also because it was feeling damned good to her now "Ohhhh, shit! Ohhhh, fuck! Ahhhh, I want to get fucked! I want a big, hard cock up my cunt! God… oh, dear God! Someone… anybody… please… please… fuck me!"
The boy listened to her, pumping madly on his prick. His balls swelled inside his pants, and he wanted to run around there and do as she wanted, but he didn't, as she suspected, have the nerve. Many times he had seen women or girls finger themselves off from his peep hole, but most of the time they just sat and pissed. Still, that was better than nothing.
He had never, however, seen such a beautiful girl as Julie do such a thing. Maybe it was her beauty that held him back. If she had been an average-looking girl, he might have had the nerve to enter the rest room with her.
"Mmmmmm!" Julie whimpered, whipping her finger in and out of her snatch furiously, dropping her other hand from her breasts to pull and pinch at her inflamed clitoris. "Ohhhh… Ahhhhh… Oooooo! I've got to come! Oh, dear God… I have to… must come!"
The boy jerked hard at his cock, watching the exquisite girl finger-fuck almost insanely through the peep hole. He could feel himself on the verge of discharge, and his fist beat rapidly. His grunts and groans were loud enough now that Julie had no doubts what he was doing.
Pleased by the reaction of her audience, she pulled the lips of her pussy far apart, slapped at it gently with the palm of her hand, then rammed two fingers deep into it. "Fuck… fuck… fuck!" she yelped in passion. "Ahhh, fuck me… fuck me… fuck me! Ohhhh, cocks! Big, beautiful, hard cocks!"
And she came.
Her body shuddered, her breasts shivering. Her eyes glazed over and her tongue lolled from half-parted lips.
The boy grunted loudly, and splashed semen against the wall of the office.
Slowly, Julie stood up. Stepping into her panties, she pulled them about her small waist, snapping the elastic. She moved to the sink again, washed and dried her hands. Smoothing the short skirt about her hips and ass, she smiled broadly as she left the rest room.
Rounding the corner, she saw the boy had returned to the car. Getting into it, she repeated her exposure for his benefit.
"Beautiful day, isn't it?" she said softly.
"Uh… yeah," he grunted.
He stood next to the closed door, waiting as she fished into her purse for the money. Handing it to him, she dropped her left hand over the side of the door. As the boy took the money, she brushed her hand over his pants. The boy jumped, and with a soft giggle, Julie gave his cock a squeeze.
"Bye, now," she said very softly, and drove from the pumps.