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“what’s up J?”
“Dude, you’ve got to do me a solid. Rachael is home. And I just cant bring myself to be late again. She and I aren’t getting along so well now that I’m working here four nights a week instead of two. I hate splitting my time like this, but I get more daylight with the baby”
Yes, I’m rolling my eyes at him. Last thing I want to do is drive one of the regular drunks back to whatever shit stained slum they drag themselves out of so they can get drunk, and ogle the club kids in their short skirts and loose spaghetti strap tops dance around and fondle each other in hopes of getting free drinks. But never get too close to the poor bastard that will obviously comply if there’s the right amount of skin showing; always just out of reach. It works. I see it all too often. Men can be so clueless. “It’s not Gary again is it?” He smiles and winks.
“Dude, your going to be almost happy enough to kiss me!”
“Stacy, Marious has got you covered! He’ll make sure you get home safe.” With that, Jerry’s gone back inside to the pile of dirty glasses and ashtrays. I’d seen here in here before. We’ve bumped and exchanged nods more than once. “Hi” is all I get.
At 22 this stunning red head is dressed very conservative for a Saturday night but she fills out her white blouse. Wispy and almost transparent at the waist. Her cup size is obviously larger at least one. She’s got to be a full 32C now. The A-B depending on time of month was attractive then, but Now? Totally edible. She looks even better than when last we had eye contact a few months ago. She’s put on a pound or two. But that’s not a bad thing. When your 5-1 and barely done shopping GAP KIDS. We all know she’s under age. But her Fake ID is almost perfect. I’ve guessed at just over 20. She’s got an upper classman parking pass hanging in her car registered to her At the local university.(I’ve checked) Who’s going to say NO? This girl and her friends bring in the money. It’s free advertising. I’m guessing she’s not quite topping 100 lbs. her ribs no longer show through her taught torso. But her gold belly ring and chain aren’t quite invisible either. (are they connected?) Yes. I’m sure she has added some buoyancy. And she looks fantastic! No makeup. But then she doesn’t need it. And her jean skirt fits oh so well. Hemmed just below the knee 3 1/2 inch heal pixy boots. The white ones that show in bright contrast to her tan skin.
“Marious huh? (Not my real name of course. It’s code between friends. A signal of sorts. If things go badly. She won‘t know where to point fingers. Thanks to you, Ann Rice. I like the cover name ) What an unusual name. I like it! Can we stop for a bite? I’m a little tipsy but I don’t feel like being alone.” (things are looking better by the minute.) “this is your Jeep? I’ve seen it around. I thought you drove a little white Capri thing. What make is the pitchfork thing on the front?”
“Ha. (no I’m not exactly insulted by the lack of motor sport knowledge not many people know my exotics trident.) “That’s Lotus. It’s an Elan! Yes I own this too. And a Ducatti 650 Motorcycle ”
Has she watching me?
“Careful of the step it‘s loose” She slips on the rung climbing in.
Ooo, I think hurt my foot”(all part of the setup, dear. Nothing to concern yourself with. Just let me into your bedroom gorgeous.) “Here, let me help you”
My hand at the small of her back slips lower as she climbs in and squeezes.
No sign of protest as I caress and feel her taught right cheek. Huh, she’s hiding a simple and elegant tramp stamp. This is going to be fun.
“Thank you, for the ride I appreciate this. I’ll be damned if I’m going to drive Britt’s car while she cheats on her boyfriend with some greasy thug in the back seat while I drive. And then have to listen to her slobber all over his lap while berates her? Then maybe… maybe hell finger her off. I hate when she does that. She gets a kick out of playing whore about town. And like she’d ever actually tell her guy. Fighting or not. He’d throw her ass into the street. I just think it’s gross. And one of these days one of her ebony toys isn’t going to settle for just some head and some sticky fingers. She’ll get raped. I’m not going to watch it happen.”
We slip into the drive through . And order a cheese burger, some fries and a diet coke. I get a milkshake. “where to, Stacey?”
“My place is left. Can I sip on the shake? I love the vanilla cream..
Down three miles turn onto homestead. I’ll let you know after I eat some. “
She chews quietly, sips from both cups. Swishing the shake and coke together in her mouth more alluring sounds are emitted as she swallows.. “want to share?” She takes another sip of each, swirls it around pulls me close, leans in and passes me the mixture she’s created. This is a surprise. Not the way I was expecting thing to go. She presents herself as more conservative.
Who is seducing who here?
“I need music. I hate it when people can hear me eat..” Reaching for the radio and going for the CD case she chooses whatever.(honestly I don’t remember what. In too busy watching the road. And her skirt as it has climbed over her knee and is now bunching a third the way higher than that. If only the hem were looser. Her legs are smooth and silky. Dancer or athlete? I bet she’s still active. I know from bar gossip that she was a cheerleader and did some cross country in high school. I remember hearing once something about her and the balance beam. But that could have been Britt trying to play her up as flexible to score her a date. Stacy has never left the bar with a guy that any of us had seen.
Obviously she doesn’t buy the lines that the early crowd red necks and the late night Playa’s dole out looking to get laid. So I make the appropriate turn. And she lets me know when to turn again. No street names are given out now I notice. She is trying to confuse me. Smart Girl. She’s not as drunk as she let on. Her directions they cut back across each other and after a few minuets of this “Matt” she says… Uh-oh. “If you would turn right on onyx and another right to glade my place is second on the left..”
OK. That done I give her a coy sideways glance.
“what? You really think I bought the Marious bit? I know who you are. Britt and I have both been watching you for a few months. You come in later in the evening. Occasionally talking to this girl; or that girl. And the bar staff. I personally have never seen you leave with anyone but that doesn’t mean that women don’t talk in the bathroom. I saw you come in and sent Britt away. You and I are going to have a good fuck and I might let you stay for a morning lay.
Speechless momentarily; I make the turn and park. Who am I to argue with a beautiful woman who knows what she wants. “So how long have you planned on taking me home?”
“I was talking to Amber. You remember Amber don’t you? The royal dyke bitch that thinks she’s gods gift to … well, everyone? She told me; actually, anyone that will listen. And with a chuckle, she quotes.“ That Marcose- Marmaduke-Morton asshole raped me.”
I won’t deny it. “That was six weeks ago.” And the accusation was not that far off. Sighing, I looked her in the pool of ice like blue eyes and plainly said my side of it. “We did get it on. Right there out in front of her apartment building Off Winchester. We sexed it up on the hood of my Elan‘. I came out for the bar and saw that she was leaning on it. She said she wanted to know what it was like to ride in. When I told her Ass or gas; No one rides for free. She accepted the challenge. Hence why I’m in the jeep. I scratched the shit out of it with my belt buckle. And it did get rough after 45 minutes and her fourth orgasm. She was like fucking a wide mouth vase with a pencil. So I finished in her pucker. I’m sure she wasn’t expecting the invasion. But when I dumped her on her doorstep and she crawled, (no exaggeration!) inside. Turned over onto her back. Thanked me for the ride, and said it was a pleasure doing business. She told me to call her. Then passed out on the floor with her door wide open. Her skirt at her waist and even at 15 feet away, both her holes were visibly leaking goo onto the tile. It was a rather disturbing sight. I haven’t called so I guess she’s a little bitter. I never asked for it. I was cleaning the blood and cum off the next day when I noticed the evidence of the buckle and somehow she also left her number etched in there. Not my best sexcapade I assure you. And it was definitely not worth the 600 dollar bill from the body shop.”
Stacy surprised me with what came out of her mouth next. “You don’t have to explain it to me. And I don’t care either way. To be honest; if you did she deserved it. Always grabbing my tits. And asking if I like to suck clits. She says I give off that vibe. And she’d do me whenever I want. I’m straight. So no, thank you. What I do want; is what refers to with a far away look in her eyes; as the Bat you have in your pants. She says tore up both her pussy and ass. I haven’t had a good dicking in months.
The facts are; you don’t sleep around. You’ve always treated me with the utmost respect. You have never set on to me with some trashy line just to get in my panties. Every time you walk in the bar I want to drop down and fuck you right there on the rug. Yes, your appeal is that raw. So you’re guy for the job. Lastly, I’m sure that because she’s telling anyone she can aside from the cops, what ever happened you did her right. So lets cut the bullshit and go inside so we don’t have to ruin your paint. Maybe we’ll wake some one up that will either cheer us on, or dime us out for disturbing the peace. I‘m a screamer”
Waiting for me to open her door she practically floats out. Grabs me tight and gives me a soul sucking French kiss that would make Jenna Jamison blush.
“how’s your foot? “
“Part of the plan darling. Call it a test. The feel up was your passing grade. For a moment there I was thinking that maybe you were not interested; ever the gentleman my ass. You opened this door. Do you have the balls to walk in?”
“And Jerry?”
“He’s a nice guy. I knew he’d ask you to step in. Because he’s been telling me to ask you out for weeks. I planted the Rachael Idea that maybe she wouldn’t like it so well even as I was asking. But I knew he‘d tell me that I‘d get home safe. I did and you’re here. Shall we?”
“After you, Stacy”
Smart girl. -->
“Dude, you’ve got to do me a solid. Rachael is home. And I just cant bring myself to be late again. She and I aren’t getting along so well now that I’m working here four nights a week instead of two. I hate splitting my time like this, but I get more daylight with the baby”
Yes, I’m rolling my eyes at him. Last thing I want to do is drive one of the regular drunks back to whatever shit stained slum they drag themselves out of so they can get drunk, and ogle the club kids in their short skirts and loose spaghetti strap tops dance around and fondle each other in hopes of getting free drinks. But never get too close to the poor bastard that will obviously comply if there’s the right amount of skin showing; always just out of reach. It works. I see it all too often. Men can be so clueless. “It’s not Gary again is it?” He smiles and winks.
“Dude, your going to be almost happy enough to kiss me!”
“Stacy, Marious has got you covered! He’ll make sure you get home safe.” With that, Jerry’s gone back inside to the pile of dirty glasses and ashtrays. I’d seen here in here before. We’ve bumped and exchanged nods more than once. “Hi” is all I get.
At 22 this stunning red head is dressed very conservative for a Saturday night but she fills out her white blouse. Wispy and almost transparent at the waist. Her cup size is obviously larger at least one. She’s got to be a full 32C now. The A-B depending on time of month was attractive then, but Now? Totally edible. She looks even better than when last we had eye contact a few months ago. She’s put on a pound or two. But that’s not a bad thing. When your 5-1 and barely done shopping GAP KIDS. We all know she’s under age. But her Fake ID is almost perfect. I’ve guessed at just over 20. She’s got an upper classman parking pass hanging in her car registered to her At the local university.(I’ve checked) Who’s going to say NO? This girl and her friends bring in the money. It’s free advertising. I’m guessing she’s not quite topping 100 lbs. her ribs no longer show through her taught torso. But her gold belly ring and chain aren’t quite invisible either. (are they connected?) Yes. I’m sure she has added some buoyancy. And she looks fantastic! No makeup. But then she doesn’t need it. And her jean skirt fits oh so well. Hemmed just below the knee 3 1/2 inch heal pixy boots. The white ones that show in bright contrast to her tan skin.
“Marious huh? (Not my real name of course. It’s code between friends. A signal of sorts. If things go badly. She won‘t know where to point fingers. Thanks to you, Ann Rice. I like the cover name ) What an unusual name. I like it! Can we stop for a bite? I’m a little tipsy but I don’t feel like being alone.” (things are looking better by the minute.) “this is your Jeep? I’ve seen it around. I thought you drove a little white Capri thing. What make is the pitchfork thing on the front?”
“Ha. (no I’m not exactly insulted by the lack of motor sport knowledge not many people know my exotics trident.) “That’s Lotus. It’s an Elan! Yes I own this too. And a Ducatti 650 Motorcycle ”
Has she watching me?
“Careful of the step it‘s loose” She slips on the rung climbing in.
Ooo, I think hurt my foot”(all part of the setup, dear. Nothing to concern yourself with. Just let me into your bedroom gorgeous.) “Here, let me help you”
My hand at the small of her back slips lower as she climbs in and squeezes.
No sign of protest as I caress and feel her taught right cheek. Huh, she’s hiding a simple and elegant tramp stamp. This is going to be fun.
“Thank you, for the ride I appreciate this. I’ll be damned if I’m going to drive Britt’s car while she cheats on her boyfriend with some greasy thug in the back seat while I drive. And then have to listen to her slobber all over his lap while berates her? Then maybe… maybe hell finger her off. I hate when she does that. She gets a kick out of playing whore about town. And like she’d ever actually tell her guy. Fighting or not. He’d throw her ass into the street. I just think it’s gross. And one of these days one of her ebony toys isn’t going to settle for just some head and some sticky fingers. She’ll get raped. I’m not going to watch it happen.”
We slip into the drive through . And order a cheese burger, some fries and a diet coke. I get a milkshake. “where to, Stacey?”
“My place is left. Can I sip on the shake? I love the vanilla cream..
Down three miles turn onto homestead. I’ll let you know after I eat some. “
She chews quietly, sips from both cups. Swishing the shake and coke together in her mouth more alluring sounds are emitted as she swallows.. “want to share?” She takes another sip of each, swirls it around pulls me close, leans in and passes me the mixture she’s created. This is a surprise. Not the way I was expecting thing to go. She presents herself as more conservative.
Who is seducing who here?
“I need music. I hate it when people can hear me eat..” Reaching for the radio and going for the CD case she chooses whatever.(honestly I don’t remember what. In too busy watching the road. And her skirt as it has climbed over her knee and is now bunching a third the way higher than that. If only the hem were looser. Her legs are smooth and silky. Dancer or athlete? I bet she’s still active. I know from bar gossip that she was a cheerleader and did some cross country in high school. I remember hearing once something about her and the balance beam. But that could have been Britt trying to play her up as flexible to score her a date. Stacy has never left the bar with a guy that any of us had seen.
Obviously she doesn’t buy the lines that the early crowd red necks and the late night Playa’s dole out looking to get laid. So I make the appropriate turn. And she lets me know when to turn again. No street names are given out now I notice. She is trying to confuse me. Smart Girl. She’s not as drunk as she let on. Her directions they cut back across each other and after a few minuets of this “Matt” she says… Uh-oh. “If you would turn right on onyx and another right to glade my place is second on the left..”
OK. That done I give her a coy sideways glance.
“what? You really think I bought the Marious bit? I know who you are. Britt and I have both been watching you for a few months. You come in later in the evening. Occasionally talking to this girl; or that girl. And the bar staff. I personally have never seen you leave with anyone but that doesn’t mean that women don’t talk in the bathroom. I saw you come in and sent Britt away. You and I are going to have a good fuck and I might let you stay for a morning lay.
Speechless momentarily; I make the turn and park. Who am I to argue with a beautiful woman who knows what she wants. “So how long have you planned on taking me home?”
“I was talking to Amber. You remember Amber don’t you? The royal dyke bitch that thinks she’s gods gift to … well, everyone? She told me; actually, anyone that will listen. And with a chuckle, she quotes.“ That Marcose- Marmaduke-Morton asshole raped me.”
I won’t deny it. “That was six weeks ago.” And the accusation was not that far off. Sighing, I looked her in the pool of ice like blue eyes and plainly said my side of it. “We did get it on. Right there out in front of her apartment building Off Winchester. We sexed it up on the hood of my Elan‘. I came out for the bar and saw that she was leaning on it. She said she wanted to know what it was like to ride in. When I told her Ass or gas; No one rides for free. She accepted the challenge. Hence why I’m in the jeep. I scratched the shit out of it with my belt buckle. And it did get rough after 45 minutes and her fourth orgasm. She was like fucking a wide mouth vase with a pencil. So I finished in her pucker. I’m sure she wasn’t expecting the invasion. But when I dumped her on her doorstep and she crawled, (no exaggeration!) inside. Turned over onto her back. Thanked me for the ride, and said it was a pleasure doing business. She told me to call her. Then passed out on the floor with her door wide open. Her skirt at her waist and even at 15 feet away, both her holes were visibly leaking goo onto the tile. It was a rather disturbing sight. I haven’t called so I guess she’s a little bitter. I never asked for it. I was cleaning the blood and cum off the next day when I noticed the evidence of the buckle and somehow she also left her number etched in there. Not my best sexcapade I assure you. And it was definitely not worth the 600 dollar bill from the body shop.”
Stacy surprised me with what came out of her mouth next. “You don’t have to explain it to me. And I don’t care either way. To be honest; if you did she deserved it. Always grabbing my tits. And asking if I like to suck clits. She says I give off that vibe. And she’d do me whenever I want. I’m straight. So no, thank you. What I do want; is what refers to with a far away look in her eyes; as the Bat you have in your pants. She says tore up both her pussy and ass. I haven’t had a good dicking in months.
The facts are; you don’t sleep around. You’ve always treated me with the utmost respect. You have never set on to me with some trashy line just to get in my panties. Every time you walk in the bar I want to drop down and fuck you right there on the rug. Yes, your appeal is that raw. So you’re guy for the job. Lastly, I’m sure that because she’s telling anyone she can aside from the cops, what ever happened you did her right. So lets cut the bullshit and go inside so we don’t have to ruin your paint. Maybe we’ll wake some one up that will either cheer us on, or dime us out for disturbing the peace. I‘m a screamer”
Waiting for me to open her door she practically floats out. Grabs me tight and gives me a soul sucking French kiss that would make Jenna Jamison blush.
“how’s your foot? “
“Part of the plan darling. Call it a test. The feel up was your passing grade. For a moment there I was thinking that maybe you were not interested; ever the gentleman my ass. You opened this door. Do you have the balls to walk in?”
“And Jerry?”
“He’s a nice guy. I knew he’d ask you to step in. Because he’s been telling me to ask you out for weeks. I planted the Rachael Idea that maybe she wouldn’t like it so well even as I was asking. But I knew he‘d tell me that I‘d get home safe. I did and you’re here. Shall we?”
“After you, Stacy”
Smart girl. -->
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