"Yes, lady. May I help you?" asked the attendant, peering through the window.

"Fill it up, please," she replied. He was a young kid with long, sandy hair. Erica's eyes widened at the sight of the large bulge of his cock showing through his tight jeans.

As she waited beside the pump, she noticed several men standing nearby, talking. She could see them glancing over at her, and it made her a bit nervous. She wasn't used to being on her own. Besides, she felt out of place. These people were all wearing jeans and tee shirts, and they all seemed to own old pickup trucks, whereas she was driving a white sports car and was wearing a short, bright red dress and dark sunglasses. She began to feel uncomfortable and wanted only to leave.

"That'll be ten dollars," the attendant said, once again peering through the open window.

"Here you go," said Erica, handing him the money. She could see him staring at her thighs and tits, but she didn't mind. After all, she had stared at his prick bulge first.

On the highway again, she became conscious of a strange feeling coming over her. She wasn't sure what was causing it, but she felt it had something to do with her independence. For the first time in her life, she felt free, with no mother or husband telling her what to do.

She began to sing along with the record playing on the radio while her hair blew about in the breeze. She looked up at the blue sky with its fluffy white clouds, then looked over at the wildflowers that grew alongside the highway, and she smiled. She was happy.

It was getting late now. She had been driving for several hours, and she was tired and hungry. She noticed a diner up ahead, and so she decided to stop for awhile.

As she pulled the car off the highway and drove into the parking lot of the diner, she noticed a young man running out the front door. She was unconcerned at first as she drove past in search of a parking place. But then the man dashed up to her car and stuck his head in the open window.