Bimboton is a small town with a big phramcutical company, BioBim, in it. Since BioBim arrived Bimboton has undergone many changes, for the better, so at least the men would say.

The first post in the series is here. All stories in the serires tagged here.


Casey stood there with the nozzle in her hand, staring blankly at the display on the pump, her forehead crinkled up as she desperately tried to understand what she was supposed to do next.

Which was strange as it certainly wasn’t the first time she’d pumped gas for herself, but things had been kinda… off lately.

Like how much sun tanning she’d been doing in her backyard while she worked remotely. She’d never been a sun lover before, but now it just felt so… right.

Or her outfit. She wasn’t a prude or anything, she could show off her body with the best of them when it was appropriate. Like at the beach or she was going out clubbing, you know, when she was trying to get laid, not when she was going out to get gas.

A giggle escaped her lips at that thought, she’d been thinking about getting laid a lot lately for some reason.

Suddenly a voice from her right caught her attention, “Excuse me Miss, is everything alright?” a man said.

She looked over to the reasonably nondescript man in a pair of kakis and a button down shirt, then smiled.

“Uhm… yeah… I think?” she replied with a mix of confusion and gratitude on her face.

He smiled and her knees went a little weak, “Is that pump giving you trouble?” he asked.

A warmth flowed over her whole body and she bit her lower lip a little and just nodded in reply.

“Here, let me give you a hand with it.” he said and then stepped around the pump and took the nozzle from her hand before tapping a few times on the screen to get things started.

Her pussy quivered at the shear authority that he took control of the situation and her nipples hardened visibly through the sheer top she was wearing.

“You see, all good now.” he replied as he let go of the nozzle and turned back to her.

“Oh yeah… you pump gas really well. How can I repay you?” she asked with a sly smile and a glace down at his crotch.

“No need, happy to help…” he started to reply but she paid no attention and instead took a quick look around and then squatted down in front of him, her fingers undoing his zipper and getting his cock out before he could protest.

Then she got to work pumping her own kind of gas to fill her tank with.

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