She didn’t look like much, standing there behind the counter of the fast food restaurant. I noticed her name badge said "Cindi" on it and I also notice that she stood a good six feet tall. Cindi also had an attitude. As the guy in front of me in line approached her she leaned on the counter with one arm and said, "Yeah, what do you want?" He stumbled for words and finally gave her his order, she said nothing to him but gave the order to the boys sweating away at the grill.
Looking at her, I found nothing actually attractive. Her clothes were baggy, her hair simply parted in the middle with natural curly black hair pulled back with berets. Makeup was apparently too much of a bother for such a girl. But, something about her caused a twitch in my jeans. She greeted me in the same manner as her last customer but I was ready for her and gave her my order in a very succinct manner. This seemed to take her by surprise and flustered her a bit.
A few days later I was sitting outside my office and watched her come out the back door of the fast food restaurant. She was wearing a big baggy shirt and jeans that didn’t show a single curve. How plain Jane, how unexciting, nothing like the women I usually found myself attracted to. You know he kind, the ones who primp for hours before going to the grocery store and make certain they wear clothes that outline every curve.
Over the next few weeks I actually started thinking that I didn’t like this girl. She always had an attitude, I never seen her smile at anyone. Yet, for some strange reason, we began talking. One weekend a friend of mine was having a party and everyone was bringing their wives or girlfriends. I really wanted to go to the party but wasn’t dating anyone at the time. I went across the street for lunch and when I saw Cindi a crazy idea hit me, why not ask her to go with me?
Was I nuts! She wouldn’t fit in with my friends. What would she wear, combat boots and a rain suit? Still, I really didn’t want to go to the party stag. So, I asked her out in a most unusual manner, I said, "You wouldn’t want to go out with me Friday night would you?"
To my amazement, she said, "Sure, what the hell."
I couldn’t tell if I was happy or pissed about it. Then when Friday rolled around, my sister was having problems with her car and started working on it and before I knew I had completely forgotten about the party and Cindi. On Monday, when I went for lunch I suddenly remembered that I had stood her up. I immediately went in and explained what happened, apologized and asked if I could make it up by taking her out the following Friday. She forgave and agreed to the date. Well, damned if I didn’t completely forget about the date the following Friday and stood her up the second time.
When I realized what I had done, I went in and apologized profusely but felt it was probably better not to ask her out again.
The following Friday I was sitting in my apartment, wearing only my swim trunks when there came a loud banging on the door. I jumped up from my chair and opened the door and there stood Cindi. She looked at me and said, "You sorry son of a bitch, you have stood me up twice and I don’t like it! So get your ass dressed, I’m taking YOU out!"
Being ordered around like caused my dick to twitch. While I was getting dressed I found it difficult to on my jeans because my cock was so hard.
We went to a drive in movie and even went to play on the swings with the kids there. It was a great time. When we were ready to leave, she asked if I would drive and handed me the keys. Then, she shocked me by reaching over and giving me just the slightest kiss. The kind where she gently brushes her lips against mine and I could feel her hot breath on my lips. Then she walked away and jumped in the passenger side. I started up the car and was going to head back home when she said, "Let’s drive up into the mountains a ways, I really don’t feel like going home just yet."
I turned for the mountains when I felt her hand reach over and lightly touch the inside of my thigh. I had to rearrange my left foot to become more comfortable. As she talked she started lightly rubbing my thigh and at times I could feel her thumb gently touch that area between where my balls meet my thigh. Needless to say this was working me into a frenzy. She didn’t actually touch my balls or my cock, but I could feel the occasional light touch that would make my dick jump around.
We finally reached the Mountain Park and looked out over the star-like city lights below. I reached over and kissed her and felt her open her mouth for a hungry, passionate, searching kiss. After a few minutes of soul searching kisses, I moved lower on her neck and began kissing her just under the ear lobe and reaching back to kiss that area just below the back of her head.
I could feel her breathing quicken. Her skin felt hotter. I reached over and gently placed my hand on her breast to be rewarded by hearing sigh. The kind of sigh one has when they experience great relief.