Anyone For Tennis?

When I was in my teens, I worked part-time pumping gas at the local gas station, and one day this couple came in and the VW bug (old) was being driven by this gorgeous girl dressed for tennis, and her b/f or husband was in the passenger seat.  The old VWs had the gas-tank in front, and to get access to the filler cap, you had to raise the hood.  I was on the driver's side, hose at the ready (how prophetic ) and as I un-screwed the cap I looked down through the gap in the back of the hood, through the windshield, and was treated to the wonderful sight of a beautiful white triangle of panty-gussetted crotch, with just a few strands of hair escaping from the sides, legs spread wide as she was reaching into the back seat for her purse!   I started to get hard, and I don't think either of the occupants noticed! but I almost lost it and any more of her wriggling that gorgeous backside on the seat would have caused me to cream my jeans.  After they'd gone, I relieved myself in the bathroom, but the sight of that delicious bulge is still with me!!!
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1 Response May 29, 2012

Great story! I had a similar experience, I worked as a security guard during my college days at a factory (evening shifts) and one day during summer this girl rides up on her bike, clearly waiting for someone. She had tight little white shorts on and a tee-shirt. I was getting aroused just looking at her. Every so often she'd periodically spread her legs, and I had a perfect angle to see up her inner thigh to reveal her crotch and a nice little pink panty. When the person came, she got off her bike and stood talking and I admired her perfect *** - all complemented by the tight shorts. As I was in a gate house, and alone, I couldn't resist periodically grabbing my hard on. Just before she left, she put her purse on the ground, bent over, to my luck *** facing me, and I got a brief glimpse again of her panty. I could of admired her for hours and she lasted in my head for a while. I think I relieved myself twice that evening (once in the bathroom shortly after she left, and later that evening when I was at home in bed).