Bored Amy

Amy stared through the stained window into the barren desert. Was this all she could expect from life? Working at a gas station in the middle of bumfuck nowhere until Mr Right showed up to marry her?

The last customer had left hours ago. The heat was unforgiving and no sane soul would stay outside for more than a minute.

Amy sighed, bored to tears like almost every day since she had started working at Howie's Pump. The little fan at her side did its best to provide some fresh air but it was woefully under-powered even for the tiny booth she was supposed to stay in all day. Amy had tried to get Old Howie to invest in a small A/C but whenever she had brought up that topic, he had just told her that she should be grateful for that little relief the device provided and simply dress smarter before launching straight into his usual ramblings about the good old days while openly ogling her massive boobs.

The young woman chuckled as she thought about the sort of clothing that would make this heat bearable and wondered if Howie had pictured her in a skimpy bikini during his latest tirade. At least she was smart enough to dress lightly today. The tight, black tank top was old and torn, and not something to wear on a date, but it was thin and comfortable. And the tiny, pink skirt barely covered her ass. Her choice of underwear though had been less than ideal this morning. The frilly bra, a hot pink little number, was way too small and made out of cheap polyester, making her boobs itch like mad as soon as she started to sweat. And her matching panties were not much better.

Amy scratched the underside of her breasts staring outside into the barren void and just wanted to get rid of that silly little piece of clothing. She asked herself if anyone would really care about her going bra-less, assuming that some lost soul would actually show up in front of her little booth.