I noticed a classic yummy mummy watching her young child play on the equipment at the fast food restaurant, at the same time as I was sitting outside stealing their free internet.
She'd kept her young figure post-birth, with 34DD breasts setting off a thing frame and slender legs with muscular calves. She looked like the joke about single moms being pole dancers; this one could get a job as one anywhere.
She was obviously taken with me, given her body language - pointing her feet at me for example. At the same time she was gently chewing her bottom lip. Eventually she found her opening, pulling a cigarette out of the packet and asking me for a light. I don't smoke but I keep a box of matches handy in my pocket. I lit her up and she stayed at my table.
We made small talk, she asked what I was doing on my computer so I showed her - looking up financial stuff for my day job.
She turned out to be, other than a world class smoking hot 22 year old blonde with an infant, a typical single mom. Lived with her mother, had no job and no real prospect of getting one, father of the child had long since skipped town.
Her breasts were almost hypnotic, the one thing she did do was exercise and lots of it. Her soft firm breast flesh was constrained inside her top but the rest of her was on show from her relatively form fitting but still comfortable clothes.
After a little more conversation I swapped details with her and asked her out on a date that evening. She said she liked sushi from the fast food dumps in the mall, so I asked her out to a Japanese restaurant. With her wide eyed looks at me and more delicate nibbling of her own bottom lip it was pretty clear I was going to get to fuck her on the first date. Which was always my preference anyway.
That evening at the appointed time I drove my black Saab into their unit development and stopped outside her townhouse. She came to the front door, brat in one hand ready to be handed over to mother. Then I got out, opened the passenger door for her and helped her in. We drove off to the city to my favourite Japanese restaurant for dates.
She was dressed in a sheer green dress and from what little I could see had matching lime green bra and G string on underneath. She wore green fake crocodile skin shoes and had stockings that had me half hard just looking at them. Her full breasts were showed off to advantage without even displaying any cleavage. She was so young and ripe it was crazy. She'd piled her hair on to the top of her head in a kind of retro beehive, no doubt with her mother's help. She looked amazing, and amazingly happy.
The meal was great, they never let me down. Since I was pretty confident where the night was heading I didn't linger over dinner, we didn't rush but I didn't let it drag either.
Then when she was checking the time and her messages I surprised her by suggesting we take a stroll along the nearby shopping street, where several of the boutiques and a bookshop keep weird late hours. She loved it. I bought her some shoes and a new handbag. Some girls would probably have thought they were being treated like a whore, but I doubt the thought even occurred to her. She was more likely making medium and long term plans already and took it for granted that some presents were all part of the fairy tale package of the evening.
