Here I sit in my favorite diner. Everyone has one. Tables and chairs that have seen better days, booths covered in cheap red vinyl. An aging Jean Harlow types waitress. Serving cup after cup of coffee. Garish red lipstick on her aging cracked lips her bleach blonde hair dry and frizzy. A plastic nametag pinned to the lapel of her Pepto-Bismol pink uniform.
My waitress is named Dani. Short for Danielle? I don't know. I've never asked.
This morning she greets me the same way she always does, "Mornin' Hon...just coffee today?" It's kind of a redundant question cause she knows all I ever have is coffee. From the smells that come out of the kitchen, ingesting the food would probably be lethal. "Yes please, Dani" I reply, Smiling at her.
I sit in my regular booth, the one in the back corner. It faces the door. Allowing me see everyone come and go. We get all types here. The commuters, taking their coffees to go in the little styrofoam cups with the perpetually leaking lids. The 'keep it coming drinkers' who practically guzzle cup after cup and keep the pot forever in Dani's capable hands. The paper readers like me, who sip and savor. In no rush. Lost in their own worlds.
But today is different.
Today you come in.
I notice you right away. What red-blooded female wouldn't? Your body wrapped in black Italian silk. Broad shoulders, long legs, tight ass. Your physique defined by the soft material of your suit. I have the sudden urge to bite my fist like you see them do in the movies.
You sit opposite me. Spreading the paper out before you, a slight clink of the diner's cheap china as you flip your cup over for Dani. I hear your deep voice above the noise in the diner, "Just coffee please...no cream...no sugar"
"None of that fancy stuff, eh Hun" Dani laughs lightly, winking at you as she pours you a cup. You grin up at her playfully. Nodding your head in agreement, as she moves on.
"With a voice like that baby, you don't need sugar." I think to myself and chuckle. Knowing I would never have the gumption to actually say something like that to you.
I watch you drink. Sipping slowly. Savoring every drop. Your blonde hair falling forward over your eyes as you read. Your wide shoulders hunched over slightly. Your foot tapping out some unknown tune that only you could hear. My gaze moves down your body. I feel the first stirrings of arousal travelling through me.
You glance up at me. I actually jump a bit as you catch me staring. Your intense green eyes crinkle at the corners as you give me a quick, polite smile. Showing me a flash of your perfect white teeth. I look away quickly and blush, intimidated by you. Too shy and too self-conscious to hold your gaze or smile back. "Way out of your league, girl" I murmur to myself. Looking at my reflection in the mirror behind Dani's counter. I try to see myself through your eyes.
I'm plain. There is no other word for how I look. My mousy brown hair tied back into a ponytail. My blue eyes too small and spaced a little too far apart. A light spattering of freckles across the bridge of my slightly upturned nose. Medium sized bust. Hips a bit too wide across and legs entirely too chunky complete the package. And then of course, there is my attire. Faded blue jean cutoffs, worn sneakers and my tight white T-shirt that proudly proclaims to the world in big bold black lettering, 'Nobody Knows I'm Elvis'
Men that look like you do usually pay no attention to girls who look like me. I see you with the lingerie model type. A Barbie doll incarnate. Blonde and beautiful. Legs up to here. Boobs out to there. Perfect smile. Perfect hair. Designer wardrobe. The complete opposite of me and my cleaning the house on Saturday look.
I take a deep breath and sneak a peek at you again. Your lush lips pressed against the edge of the cup, your Adam's apple bobbing slightly as you swallow. Your eyes moving quickly over the page in front of you. I wonder what it would be like to kiss someone like you. To run my hands over your body. To make you mine. I stare into my swirling coffee and in my mind I see us together.
I lead you into my bedroom. There are lit candles everywhere, the smell of vanilla in the air. I slowly undress you, brushing my lips against the heated skin of your neck. My fantasy self in control. Uninhibited. Confident.
I remove your coat. Unbutton your shirt. Slowly revealing your body bit by bit. Licking then biting gently on your nipples, moving down your torso. Kissing and taking little tastes as I go, savoring you. Swirling my tongue into your bellybutton. Nibbling your hipbones. Teasing and playing watching your cock get harder and harder. Pushing your pants over your hips and down your long legs, having you step out of them.
