I had sold shoes at the department store while going to college, and always enjoyed watching the good looking women and young ladies walk by as they went up the stairs to the "bridal loft" to try on gowns and dresses. I wonder how many of them put a little extra swing in their stride up those stairs because they new I was watching.....
This particular Saturday, the most beautiful woman I had seen come through yet, walked by headed for those stairs, and flashed me a smile that literally took my breath away. She was about 5'11, jet black hair, eyes so brown they were nearly black, was very slender, yet stretched out the front of her tank top very nice, and those blue jeans - O - my - God! maybe it was the heals she wore, but this girl had it all.
The store owners wife Cindi ran the bridal loft, and as we were closing up for the night I mentioned to her what a beauty I saw go upstairs, and that it was too bad she was getting married (I assumed she was shopping for wedding dresses). Cindi laughed and said I was in luck, she was good friends with the young lady, her name was Candi, and no, she wasn't getting married, she was single, and had just graduated high school. If I wanted to meet her, she'd be happy to introduce me. Then Cindi told me more about Candi, she had been miss Alexandria two years in a row, homecumming queen, a real social butterfly that everybody liked, and very very "nice".
A few days later Cindi approached me at work and said she had a great deal for me.....there was going to be a bridal show at the arena in a few weeks, and she had all kinds of good looking women to model the dresses, but needed a man to be the groom for some of them. I was definitely game, if it meant a chance to spend some time near Candi, and it did. For 1/2 hour before the show began, Candi, myself, and an older couple all stood on stage as live manikins, posed as a wedding party, with me having to stand with my arm around my beautiful new "bride" the entire time. I had died and gone to heaven I thought, but things got better.....
After the show, I invited Candi to join me at my apartment for a couple of beers and a movie. She innocently said she wasn't old enough to drink, but the movie sounded good.
Candi showed up a few minutes after I got home, which gave me a chance to freshen up and pick the place up a little. When she walked in she took my breath away again. Those blue jeans I loved so much, with a nice set of heals, and a t-shirt she must have borrowed from her younger sister that made it obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. She had a great set of young firm tits that stretched the material tight, but didn't move a bit as she plopped down cross-legged on my couch.
I sat next to her with a couple of cans of beer, opened one and gave it to her, and opened the second for myself. I pulled the ring off the top of my can, and it came off without breaking the little aluminum ring. I showed it to Candi, and nervously said "where I come from, these are good for a free kiss!"
Without hesitating, she took it from my hand, inspected it carefully, looked me in the eye, leaned in a little too close, and whispered, "where I come from, they're good for a free FUCK!"
She then looked down and smiled at the bulge that instantly began growing in my pants. I didn't have to move in far before our lips met, and our tongues started a hot and hard dance into each others mouths. I don't remember where the beers ended up, but she had made it clear she was as horny as I was, when she reached down and pulled the tight t-shirt up over her head....
I warned Candi that I had roommates and they might be home soon, and she said she didn't care, but maybe we should go to the bedroom. Her shirt was left behind, and the heels got lost on the way down the hall..I figured that would be a good hint for my roommate not to come in to the bedroom that we shared.
