I greeted her as I squatted down to wire in the new bakery case, the name tag said Rosalita, pretty face, chubby body. She nodded and ignored me while she talked with another worker. I wasn't offended that she paid me no attention, it was the story of my life, I'm an introvert and though I work in a public sector job, being chatty has never been me. In fact, most girls scare the living hell out of me, I never know what to say and if I find the courage to actually say something it's never right, or I stutter and fumble around until I simply look down and walk away.
Maybe that's why at the age of 29 with a Master Electrician license and a thriving business of my own I find myself at the end of the day sitting on my deck in the cool breeze of the evening drinking a beer, all alone, wishing there was someone to at least talk with. At six foot even I'm kind of tall and gangly looking, but I stay active enough in my work that I stay in shape. I've had guys say there's no way a spark (electrician) stays in shape just working.
They have no idea, you try going up and down a step ladder fifty times a day wiring a new house, crawling on your knees for hours as you terminate receptacles, not to mention up and down basement steps how many times a day pulling wire to the panel. Those same people wouldn't last a half day with me. My body isn't big, but it's solid, I've been told I'm handsome enough, however, I've also been told I have the social skills of a cardboard box thus I can't seem to break that invisible barrier between loneliness and having a girlfriend.
As I lay on my side sorting out the wiring from the previous case I wasn't aware she was standing with her back to me, her heels almost touching my body, that is until I sensed something close to my body and turned my head to look up. As I did, I was looking under her dress at a sweet ass in plain white panties. It was a simple cotton store supplied uniform, no garter belt, no sheer stockings, nothing but thick solid legs all the way to the crease of her ass. Her legs were parted slightly bringing my gaze to my greatest weakness, the bulging vulva pressing against the gusset of her panties, puffed out and tight enough I could see the outline of her pussy lips.
I wanted my tongue splitting those labia so badly I could feel my dick begin to harden. Just then I saw the lady she was talking to motion with her eyes toward me, Rosalita looked down and squealed, jumping out of the way. From the way I've written the paragraph it sounds like this process took minutes when in fact it only lasted seconds, I could only wish it had continued for minutes. As I looked in her eyes, I apologized profusely, I was as surprised as she was, I think. I hadn't intended to look up her dress, it was just there.
Realizing my sincerity, she calmed down half smiling half having a panic attack, then spoke. Her English was good, but I sensed a Hispanic accent.
"I'm sorry, I forgot you were there, it startled me when I looked down. I'm curious, was I standing there long enough to give you a show""
I was busted and knew it, hanging my head I nodded mumbling another apology. "It wasn't intentional, when I looked up there you were in all your glory." I felt a sudden surge of boldness and continued, what came out of my mouth next was so unlike me, "I had to look, being a guy I wouldn't have gotten my man card punched if I hadn't at least peeked."
I was confused, I'd never talked like that to a girl before. With no way of sensing what sort of wrath I was about to endure I simply stayed on the floor with my head hung low. I felt a nudging on my arm, as I looked up, she was poking me with her foot motioning for me to get up. I stood, ready to take my lumps. It was now my turn to be caught completely off guard by the words of her mouth.
"What's your name tall and handsome?" I told her it was Walter. "Well Walt, it certainly wasn't all your fault, I'd forgotten you were there and exposed more than I probably should have. I have to ask, or I won't get my *girl card* punched, did you like what you saw?"
Now I was in trouble, words were nowhere to be found, my throat felt constricted, my breathing had accelerated, my lips were moving but nothing was coming out. What the hell was I going to do, I just wanted to crawl into my shoe and disappear.
"Holy shit Walt, was it really that good? Most guys would have said I have a fat ass and snickered. Walt you're such a nice guy, thank you. Tell you what, we'll put some empty buckets near where you're working and that way nobody will get in your way."
What the fuck was that? I couldn't find any words to tell her I loved what I saw, and she took it as a compliment. No way, she had to be dickin with me. Between customers I noticed she watched as I worked, I tried being cool but had no idea what the hell I was doing, so I relaxed and slipped back into plain old Walt mode. I needed a signature on the work order, she was more than happy to do that, as she did I stepped outside my comfort zone for the second time that morning.
"Do you like coffee?" (What a stupid question asshole, can't you be any more original than that? No wonder you can't get a date.)
"Sure, I like coffee, what did you have in mind?"
"Rosalita ... may I call you Rosalita?"
"Nope, but you can call me Rosa like everybody else. Sound okay to you?"
"Um ... uh yes, I mean ... okay." Her hand came from nowhere and landed flat on my chest. It calmed me and I had no way of knowing why. She smiled looking into my eyes and took a deep breath motioning for me to do the same. I did and it seemed better.
I began, "Do you think, maybe ... nah, probably not, I'm sure you're busy never mind."
As I turned to go she grabbed my arm and eyeballed me. I found myself wondering how someone this young could be so in control of her emotions.
"Do I think maybe what Walt?"
Way to go hoser, now what are you gonna do? You don't have the balls to just ask her out. From somewhere deep inside I found just enough courage to softly say.
"Maybe I could take you for coffee after work?"
