The gas cap on our car is on the passenger side. As the attendant walked toward the car I lowered the passenger window indicating for him to come to E...ma's side of the car."Yes, can I help you?" He said just before he caught site of Emma's thighs, which were showing within two inches of her pussy (not that he knew). "Um, how much did you say?" He stuttered not knowing if he missed what I said while he looked down on Emma's legs."I didn't tell you yet." I responded, hinting that I knew he was. "Just... do you thinkyou could not drink tonight?" He nodded. "I think that'd help me feelbetter." It definitely would. "Okay." Pause. "So what would you like to do?" he finally asked. I thought about it. "I'm a little hungry, actually." "Where would you like to go?"***17:13 7 Mar "I hate rush hour," he said. "This is nothing like, like home," I smiled. "At least things aremoving, a little." "Is the traffic really that bad, like they say?" I nodded. . She settled back on the lounger with her legs splayed over the edge of it and beckoned him to her. Trance like, he moved forward and knelt on the lounger between her legs, feeling the fabric tightening under him. She smiled at him as he gazed at her body, pleased to see the eagerness on his face. He lowered his head to her knee and began kissing up her thigh, the soft scent of her skin in his nostrils. He quickly made his way up until his goal came into sight. He could smell her womanly aroma. Among the criteria of the submissions is thematic associations with the song: "All I Have To Do Is Dream", sung popularly by Roy Orbison, the Everly Brothers, and others. Another criterion is the central character in narrative perspective must be the opposite sex of the author. I pose the usual disclaimer that the posted themes for this.