counter. “But first, let’s get you fed—on the house.”
Caleb caught the hard, irritated look I shot him. I
wasn’t eating a thing at that place.
“Thanks, but we’re good. Ate during the drive,” Caleb
told him with a shrug, feigning disappointment. “Next time.”
Josh glanced at me skeptically, then put the menus away. “All
right, well then why don’t you come to the back and say a quick hello to some
of the guys in the kitchen, and then we can head out?”
“Sounds like a plan,” Caleb replied and began following
him to the back. “You coming?”
“No, I’ll be out here. Take your time.”
He nodded and disappeared through the kitchen door. I used
the opportunity to get a better look at the town.
Standing at the massive front window, surrounded by
dinner specials, I gazed out at the place I was born—the place I had no memory
of. There was a fleeting moment in which I wondered if my parents ever ate at
that place before it turned into a waste receptacle. I’d make a point to ask my
dad about it the next time we got together.
The buildings down Main Street appeared about a century
old and were mostly rundown, but they all still looked to be housing
operational businesses. It made sense, considering the nearest town was a bit
of a drive. Residents had no real choice but to support local commerce.
Lost in my musings about the type of profit one could
realistically expect with so few consumers, my attention was soon caught by a
petite blonde racing across the street toward the diner.
A tiny, frail-looking older woman trailed behind at a slower
pace, clutching her purse and yelling something I couldn’t make out through the
glass.
It wasn’t until the blonde was in front of me, the window
our only divider, that I noticed what she was chasing. Her foot smashed down on
a thin piece of fabric, preventing the next gust of wind from carrying it away.
I stared, captivated, when she bent down to retrieve it.
Her coat slid up and her jeans dipped down, revealing the fine lace of a white
thong. My mouth opened, my tongue skimming my lips at the fairness of her skin.
After she stood and adjusted her coat, she handed the
gauzy fabric to the older woman, whose concerned brow relaxed with her grateful
smile as she placed it over her head and knotted it at her chin.
They stood there talking a moment. The blonde’s long wavy
hair was rich and full, sweeping about her delicate frame. I couldn’t see her
face, but even through the bulky trench coat, I could appreciate her firm ass
and shapely thighs. She worked out—she had to. No one had a body like that
naturally.
My cock jerked to life. I tilted my head to the side in
hopes of getting a peek at her face, but she turned suddenly, her hair
shielding any chance I had as she headed straight for the door. I stepped back,
suddenly realizing she was coming in to eat. The thought of fucking anyone who
could stomach the smell in the place, let alone the actual food, left me
unsettled.
The bell rang as the door opened and the old woman
entered, alone.
What? I moved back to the window and found the
blonde standing just outside, pulling out her phone to make a call. Was she
waiting for someone? When she brushed her hair to the side, I finally got the
glimpse I was craving.
Her radiant pink cheeks highlighted her delicately carved
features and full, bright lips. Her eyes were soft and gentle, and when she
spoke into the phone they glistened, a smile curving those luscious lips and
jolting my cock to a full salute.
I readjusted myself, not caring who saw. She couldn’t
have been older than early to mid-twenties, and had an air of sweetness to her.
She was sexy yet demure…beautiful, but in a subtle, relaxed way. She fit into
the town well.
She was an angel hidden in the middle of nowhere—a
sweetheart I needed to press against me, drive myself into, and suckle until
she was writhing in pleasure and begging for more. I’d give her my entire night,
leaving
Caleb caught the hard, irritated look I shot him. I
wasn’t eating a thing at that place.
“Thanks, but we’re good. Ate during the drive,” Caleb
told him with a shrug, feigning disappointment. “Next time.”
Josh glanced at me skeptically, then put the menus away. “All
right, well then why don’t you come to the back and say a quick hello to some
of the guys in the kitchen, and then we can head out?”
“Sounds like a plan,” Caleb replied and began following
him to the back. “You coming?”
“No, I’ll be out here. Take your time.”
He nodded and disappeared through the kitchen door. I used
the opportunity to get a better look at the town.
Standing at the massive front window, surrounded by
dinner specials, I gazed out at the place I was born—the place I had no memory
of. There was a fleeting moment in which I wondered if my parents ever ate at
that place before it turned into a waste receptacle. I’d make a point to ask my
dad about it the next time we got together.
The buildings down Main Street appeared about a century
old and were mostly rundown, but they all still looked to be housing
operational businesses. It made sense, considering the nearest town was a bit
of a drive. Residents had no real choice but to support local commerce.
Lost in my musings about the type of profit one could
realistically expect with so few consumers, my attention was soon caught by a
petite blonde racing across the street toward the diner.
A tiny, frail-looking older woman trailed behind at a slower
pace, clutching her purse and yelling something I couldn’t make out through the
glass.
It wasn’t until the blonde was in front of me, the window
our only divider, that I noticed what she was chasing. Her foot smashed down on
a thin piece of fabric, preventing the next gust of wind from carrying it away.
I stared, captivated, when she bent down to retrieve it.
Her coat slid up and her jeans dipped down, revealing the fine lace of a white
thong. My mouth opened, my tongue skimming my lips at the fairness of her skin.
After she stood and adjusted her coat, she handed the
gauzy fabric to the older woman, whose concerned brow relaxed with her grateful
smile as she placed it over her head and knotted it at her chin.
They stood there talking a moment. The blonde’s long wavy
hair was rich and full, sweeping about her delicate frame. I couldn’t see her
face, but even through the bulky trench coat, I could appreciate her firm ass
and shapely thighs. She worked out—she had to. No one had a body like that
naturally.
My cock jerked to life. I tilted my head to the side in
hopes of getting a peek at her face, but she turned suddenly, her hair
shielding any chance I had as she headed straight for the door. I stepped back,
suddenly realizing she was coming in to eat. The thought of fucking anyone who
could stomach the smell in the place, let alone the actual food, left me
unsettled.
The bell rang as the door opened and the old woman
entered, alone.
What? I moved back to the window and found the
blonde standing just outside, pulling out her phone to make a call. Was she
waiting for someone? When she brushed her hair to the side, I finally got the
glimpse I was craving.
Her radiant pink cheeks highlighted her delicately carved
features and full, bright lips. Her eyes were soft and gentle, and when she
spoke into the phone they glistened, a smile curving those luscious lips and
jolting my cock to a full salute.
I readjusted myself, not caring who saw. She couldn’t
have been older than early to mid-twenties, and had an air of sweetness to her.
She was sexy yet demure…beautiful, but in a subtle, relaxed way. She fit into
the town well.
She was an angel hidden in the middle of nowhere—a
sweetheart I needed to press against me, drive myself into, and suckle until
she was writhing in pleasure and begging for more. I’d give her my entire night,
leaving
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