problem with Amish.

Emily was driving her brand new red BMW convertible west on US 30. It was a warm spring morning and she had top down and her flowing blonde hair trailing wildly behind her in the wind. She had set out this morning on a quest for what a friend had described as the most wild organic marijuana to be had anywhere. She was now 2 hours away from her home in a posh neighborhood of Valley Forge, Pennsylvania. The friend had told here there was this Amish veggie stand near Lancaster where they sold the most excellent pot. It was a vague description but this was a good day for a drive in the country.

She smiled as the warm sun beat down on her bare shoulders and thighs. She was wearing a small light sundress and her favorite pair of fuck me heels. She was feeling fun and flirty and had had forgone underwear. Her shaved pussy was occasionally bared as the wind whipped the bottom of the dress around. The nipples of Emily’s C cup breasts were hard and readily apparent though the thin material and a hint of her large dark areola peeked out the top.

She looked down at the fuel gauge and realized that she was running low on gas. She hadn’t seen a Wawa in half an hour but there was something called Turkey Hill up ahead that had gas pumps. She pulled in and whipped out her father’s platinum card and started to gas up the car. When the tank was full, she realized how thirsty she was. She headed inside the store and saw a cute young man alone behind the counter. She wondered just how much free stuff she could scam from him with how little effort.

Her first target was a diet pepsi and a small bag of chips. Just for fun she grabbed a banana and a box of condoms. She took the items up to the register and watched as the boy, he seemed about her age, maybe a year or two younger gulped as he rang up the purchases.

“That will be $11.28.” He said.

“Oh no!” she sighed, rubbing her hand over her breasts, teasing the edge of her sun dress down baring a hint of brown areola. “I forgot my money. I don’t know what I can do.”

The boy behind the counted was stunned. His eyes were wide open and sweat covered his pimply brow. “Um. That’s $11.28” He said still in shock.

Emily sighed and lowered the edge of her top revealing her full breast and hard nipple. She pinched the nipple and said. “I need all of this stuff you see, but I can’t pay for it. I’m hungry and thirsty so I need the pepsi and chips. I’m meeting my boyfriend later so I need the condoms and the banana…” She giggled and raised the hem of her sundress revealing her shaved snatch with full dripping lips and engorged clit.

She took the banana and slid it quickly into her pussy, ramming it deep in and then pulling it out. She waved it under the cashier’s nose and he shuddered in pleasure when he smelled her pussy juices on it. Emily was sure that she had just made him cum in his pants.

“Take it.” He said.

She collected her haul and walked out to her car.