Her name is Skylar which according to one online website means "a humorously sarcastic girl who makes most people smile...a free spirit who isn't afraid to make a few mistakes...a sexy bad-assed bitch."
Perhaps, these characteristics were what drew me to the cashier at the nearby military package (liquor) store where I regularly bought my booze. Or perhaps it was when she rang me up, she would warmly greet and chat with me, stirring this lonely veteran's heart. But what I really think was attracted me to Skylar was that she would bend over and flash me a stimulating view of her scantily bra-clad youthful boobs when reaching beneath the cash register to get the appropriate packaging for my liquor.
To give you a better idea of this charming and enticing young Filipina woman, let me start by saying that she's twenty-three years old, about five-foot-two, and a hundred-five pounds with a light dusty caramel complexion and dark brown hair. Skylar is nicely proportioned with appealing large pear-sized boobs that she emphasizes by her low-cut tops and push-up bras. To round off her petite body, she has a trim waist, nice hips, tight buns, and shapely legs. With a pretty face that featured a seductive smile, what stands out the most is Skylar's "bedroom" eyes - slightly hooded, sultry as ever, and definitely alluring.
I made it point to come in first thing in the morning when I made my alcohol runs since there wasn't a line of customers waiting to be checked out, allowing us to casually chit-chat. Although we met only once or twice a week, we had gotten to the point of familiarity where we addressed each other on a first-name basis and openly talked about ourselves.
My name is Ned, and I am an Army retiree who enlisted right out of high school. I put in a little over twenty years of service before incurring a career-ender combat-related disability during my second tour in Afghanistan. At thirty-nine, there weren't a lot of jobs for a disabled infantryman, and I had no inclination to go to college or get trained in a second career.
Fortunately, my military retirement and disability payments, an unexpected inheritance from my deceased parents, and some savings and investments that I had made while in service were enough for me to live comfortably especially when I got free VA medical, dental, and drugs. For the most part, I was pretty set for the fricking golden years that loomed before me.
The only thing that was missing from my life was a good woman. I am single and for some reason, I never managed to hook up with a significant member of the opposite sex. Although I was told that I was a catch, I viewed myself as being so-so and nothing special that would make an attractive woman get hot and bothered. While I kept myself busy with interests and exercise, my life had become somewhat boring until Skylar entered my rather ho-hum existence.
"So, what branch of service is your husband in?" I asked Skylar on an extra-slow early Monday morning as I pointed to the simple gold band on her left ring finger.
"My husband? What makes you...ohh, the wedding band. Well, Ned, between you and me, I'm divorced and unattached. I wear this band of metal because it repels most of the horny servicemembers who are looking for an easy 'fuck'...excuse my French. For the truly persistent ones, I use it to threaten them that I'll have my 'husband' pay them an up close and personal call...which hasn't failed me yet as a man-shark repellant."
"Well, for your information, I'm repelled by silver...not gold...maybe be because I'm some sort of a vampire...or is it a werewolf?" I said, ending with a sinister laugh, "Wahaahaa!"
Skylar gave me one hell of a seductive smile as her smoldering eyes looked sensuously at me. "What makes you think that I want to repel you?"
"Whoa!" flashed through my mind. "Did I just hear what Skylar said correctly? Is this little Filipina lovely flirting with me? Let's see what happens when I toss the ball back into her court."
"Hey, Skylar, I have a VA doctor's appointment for my routine physical this morning but was planning to return to the food court here to have some lunch. If you're free, how about joining me? My treat?"
"Your treat? Hmmm, I can't afford to pass up a free meal especially with what I'm getting paid around here. My lunch hour is at twelve-noon for forty-five minutes. If that's okay with you, I'll be glad to meet you in the food court. Where?"
"That's up to you...I mean, it's my treat so tell me what you like to eat because I'm buying."
"How about a quarter-pounder meal from McDonald's?"
"With a regular coke?" When Skylar nodded, I quickly followed up with, "Wow, you must be a mind reader cuz that's what I was going to get. Oh, you're a girl after my own heart."
"That's part of the plan, Ned. How about meeting me on the veranda? Everyone wants to sit in the air-conditioned food court but I like it hot. Hey, why don't I hold down a table and wait for you to show?"
"Great...teamwork will win out in the end. See you at noon, Skylar..."
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That lunch and the many that followed served as the basis for our developing relationship. I soon discovered that, unlike many of the women who worked at the Exchange, Skylar has no immediate or even an extended family on the island. She was alone, living on her cashier salary, renting a small studio, and catching the bus to and from work.
