I always loved coming there, the gas station right next to the motorway on the A40 near Dortmund. Not because I particularly enjoyed refuelling, or because they sold good sandwiches, and not for the coffee or the clean toilets either. No, behind the till sat Lena.
Whenever I saw her I got butterflies in my stomach. A beautiful face with long blonde curly hair and a pair of sparkling green-blue eyes.
Lena always wore blue jeans that showed off her big round backside to full advantage. Yeah, the complete package that was Lena was simply amazing — what a gorgeous girl.
But her smile and those short conversations were fantastic too.
Lena was about twenty at the time; I must have been thirty-five. I was already married by then; Lena was a free young woman.
A few weeks went by and my colleague, the truck driver, told me: “Next week Lena from the petrol station is coming with me to France for a week.”
I thought, good for him… though I was a little jealous, I admit.
On Friday we received the schedule for the following week: Markus and I had to go to the same unloading address in southern France.
Yes! I thought. Several times a day I’d be able to look at Lena during coffee and dinner. I was looking forward to the trip.
Monday morning we left early, swinging by Unna to pick Lena up. And how radiant she looked. She was really up for it.
We drove through to the French border to grab the first coffee. We got out of the truck and she ran straight up to me.
“I heard from Markus that you’re going to the same address too?”
“Yes, that’s right,” I said. An intense hug followed. “I like that so much.”
“May I ride with you every now and then as well?” she asked.
“Of course you may, sweetheart.”
“This is going to be a fun trip,” she said.
Throughout the week she rode sometimes with Markus, sometimes with me. It was great fun.
About half a year later my colleague told me they had started a budding relationship. I thought those two didn’t really fit together, but well — I was already married, so I wasn’t supposed to think too much about Lena anyway.
A year later Lena and Markus got married, had three children, and I visited them regularly. Lena turned out to be a bookworm and wasn’t much of a cook. At some point she lost her beautiful figure and became a fuller woman. A real shame.
Because I moved away I didn’t see Markus and Lena much anymore. Then about fifteen years later I suddenly received an e-mail from Lena.
“Markus has left me, the bastard has someone else. I’ve found an apartment I can rent, but would you help me with the move?”
Of course I would.
On the day of the move I drove the hired van to Lena’s place. I stopped in front of the door and for a second thought someone else was standing in the doorway. But it was Lena. Slim waist, good hips and a beautiful round bottom.
“Hiiii!” she called, and spun around for me. “Tadaaa, the new Lena. This is what swimming three times a week does.”
Wow, I thought. What a sexy woman.
The move went smoothly. After everything was in the new place I returned the van, got into my own car and drove back to Lena to assemble some furniture. Because of the heat she had changed. A little top, a tiny white tennis skirt and sneakers. Thanks to the swimming she had an absolutely stunning figure.
She looked at me, walked over and hugged me.
“I saw you staring, darling. Do you like what you see?”
“Yes… very much,” I answered. “I always found you an attractive sight, by the way.”
She smiled sweetly, kissed me on the cheek and said softly: “Come on, put that bed together — then we can test it straight away.”
I blushed; she saw it and winked at me.
After a couple of hours her bedroom was ready: wardrobes assembled, bed mounted, the lamp with the fan hung. Lena walked past in the hallway and looked inside. I was standing on a little stepladder hanging the curtains. She stood in front of me and said how grateful she was. Her eyes were fixed on my crotch.
I was still on the stepladder when she hugged my legs, pressing her cheek against my crotch. Feeling her cheek there made my cock grow, and Lena noticed.
“Yesss, he’s awake,” she called out. Without hesitation she yanked my trousers and boxers down in one go; I couldn’t even resist. Lena already had my cock in her mouth. She sucked like crazy, her tongue flying over my entire length and balls. God, what oral wonders that woman could perform.
I warned her I was about to come. She pushed my cock right to the back of her throat and licked my balls at the same time. While she did it she looked up at me with come-hungry eyes, and I couldn’t do anything but shoot my warm load down her throat. I saw her eyes sparkle as she took every last drop. Soo, that felt good.
She apologised: “I didn’t think about the fact that you’re married. Sorry, I was only thinking of myself.”
“Of yourself?” I asked. “I don’t know about that — I just received the hottest blowjob ever. So you weren’t only thinking of yourself. But please go and unpack that ‘private’ box of yours, pick something nice and lie down on the bed. I’m going to give you something unforgettable too.”
She took the box and went into the bathroom. Fifteen minutes later she came back wearing nothing but a tiny thong and high heels, a hefty dildo in her hand.
“Will you spoil me with this?”
“Lie down, sweetheart, close your eyes and let me drive you crazy.”
Lena lay on her back. I played with her still-fantastic breasts, kissed her little belly and pushed the thong aside. I started licking her delicious pussy as if a dog were emptying a bowl of yoghurt. Lena writhed all over the bed. She moaned non-stop. She wanted to say she was about to come — and at that exact moment I thrust the dildo inside her. A massive orgasm followed. Shaking body parts, trembling legs and a jet of wetness from her vagina.
She lay there catching her breath and asked if I wanted to do this more often. She said she had never been so horny.
“The evening is still young,” I said, “and there’s nothing I’d rather do than fuck you properly as well.”
She looked at me and asked if doggy-style was okay. She turned onto her hands and knees and stuck her arse high in the air. I had no trouble sliding my throbbing cock into her soaking-wet pussy. She clearly enjoyed every thrust.
“Wonderful!” she cried. “Smaller cock than Markus, but you fuck me so much better. God, if only I’d married you.”
I took it as a compliment and gave everything to make her feel good. I grabbed the dildo, wet it, pressed it against her little star and, while still thrusting, pushed the big fake cock into her arse. She stopped moaning and started screaming, yelling that I should use the slut and wreck her.
“I’ve never felt this before, you’re driving me completely crazy. I’m going to come so hard. I can feel it in my belly. Keep going, harder with that dildo. Harder! HARDER! YEEEESSS… I’m coming!”
I felt everything tighten so hard that the artificial cock popped out of her hole. I saw her pussy pulse and the wetness squirt out.
A minute later she was still shaking. I gave her a deep tongue kiss and after a few minutes of lying in each other’s arms I got dressed again.
Since then she comes to me every Tuesday evening. My wife has her club night then, and I go wild on Lena — and she goes wild on me.
