Cindi, the stunning beauty that worked at our local convenience store would always greet me with a big bright smile and a cheerful "Hi." To say that she was the 'All American Beauty' was an understatement. She had shoulder length blond hair surrounding an absolutely cherubic face with a tiny, upturned nose, full cupid's bow lips and deep blue eyes that you could get lost in for days. At first glance she would seem almost chubby but that was because of her large breasts and a well rounded, heart shaped ass that would make your teeth ache. She was so sweet I was sure that she shit marshmallows.
Our relationship stayed on an employee-customer basis for a long time because even though she seemed more mature than most of the women I was dating, I still thought she was too young. When she would help me find a certain product or pick out a video, she always stood real close, sometimes lightly brushing her ample breast against my arm, driving me crazy by tempting me with her forbidden fruit. One night when I stopped into the store to pick up some beer and a movie I could see she was not too happy. "What's the matter?" I asked.
"Last week I broke up with my boyfriend, yesterday was my eighteenth birthday and nobody seemed to notice, and I've had to work every night this week. Other than that, life's great," she said. "Seeing you is the best thing that's happened to me today."
"Man, you are desperate."
"No, I didn't mean it that way," she laughed, giving me a hug. "It's just that I feel good when you're around. You're nice and so mature."
"That happens when you pass thirty."