After a day of seeing panties, cleavages, bras, and naked breasts, I couldn’t wait to go home and masturbate myself. I masturbated every morning and every night while thinking of all the women who showed me all that I shouldn’t see. Yet, while biding my time and waiting for my opportunity, I couldn’t wait to have sex.
I couldn’t wait to act on some of the women who regularly flashed me. Only, the women who flashed me the most were older women. They were married women with children. Seemingly, they were just as sexually frustrated as I was horny.
Every day, regular customers, and/or new customers, pulling up with a couple of kids in the backseat, with her knees spread wide open and her skirt pulled up to her crotch, flashed me her panties. On hot days, women pulled up to the pumps with their blouses unbuttoned and not wearing a bra. Giving me more to masturbate over, I loved seeing the panties, bras, and naked breasts of older, busty women.
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A good-looking guy, I stood 6′ 2′ tall and weighed a slender 175 pounds. I have bright, blue eyes and black hair. I had been working on the job for about 3 months when a brand new, 1985, bright red, Chevrolet Corvette pulled up to the pumps. I’ve seen the car in magazines, Motor Trend, Car & Driver, and Road & Track, I’ve seen lots of older Corvettes, but this was the first time seeing a brand new one up close.
Then, if seeing the car wasn’t enough, the woman who emerged from the car was as if I watched a model at a car show climbing out of a car. Unable to stop staring, I watched as the most beautiful, black woman that I had ever seen opened her driver’s door and stepped out of her car. I wished that I had been watching her from a different angle because without the driver’s door blocking my voyeuristic view, I’m sure that she would have flashed me her panties when stepping out of her car.
Much different in the seating position from a Mustang GT, as if sitting on the ground or in a bathtub, the Corvette had seats that you sat in instead of having seats that you sat on like the Mustang. With such a low seating position, in that way that the driver’s legs are more straight out instead of being bent at the knees, the Corvette was more akin to a race car. Even though I preferred the streamline look of the Corvette, much more comfortable, I preferred the seating position of the Mustang.
Yet, in 1985, with the average new car price about ten grand, and a new Corvette around twenty-five-thousand, I wondered how she could afford such an expensive automobile. Perhaps the car belonged to her boyfriend, to her husband, to her brother, to her boss, or to a friend. Perhaps, the car was a rental. I didn’t know nor did I care. I just enjoyed staring at the car and at her.
The fact remained was that this beautiful Nubian princess was driving around in a new Corvette as if she was a black Cinderella on her way to the ball, or a black Barbie on her way to the beach. Never have I seen a car so desirable. Never have I seen a woman so beautiful. Then, when you put them together, an older, black woman driving a Corvette, I’ll be dreaming about this day for as long as I shall live. I’ll be masturbating over imagining her naked and having sex with her every night and every morning.