I went into the small restaurant looking for a quiet dinner. I was in town for business and tired from a fruitless day. I had my head down as I walked in. A small bell rung over my head as I entered. Looking around for an empty table was not hard to do because they were all empty. A young girl in her early 20s looked up from the magazine she was reading with a bored expression. She had a short haircut and wore an ugly brown polyester dress. Her face brightened when I turned toward her.
"Can I sit anywhere?" I asked.
"Sure!" she perkily replied. She jumped up off her stool. I saw her smallish breasts bounce beneath her formless outfit. I stared at the nametag that was in the same direction. Karen was her name. I regained my modesty and stopped staring at her chest but she had already noticed. She beamed at me with a great smile on her round face that immediately lightened up my day. I followed her to a booth and she handed me a menu. "How 'bout here?" she asked me. I nodded and began to sit. As I did, I brushed up against her. I felt an electricity between us when our skin touched. My mind was no longer on being tired and hungry.
Karen spun on one foot to turn away. I noticed her skirt fly up as she did. I thought I saw that she was not wearing any panties, or a thong at the very least, but it was so brief a glimpse that I could not be sure. I caught her giving me a look over her shoulder and I returned her smile. I turned my attention to the menu.
I soon decided what I wanted for dinner. As I lifted my head up she jumped off the stool that she had roosted on. Pulling out a notepad she asked, "What would you like?"
"You," I said with an amazing confidence. Her cheeks reddened with embarrassment. An awkward silence followed until I said, "And a cheeseburger." She spun again. This time I was sure she was not wearing panties. I sat back and watched her as she took the order to the cook. Since I was the only one in the place, my food was ready I no time.
She brought a tray with the plate on it to me. Placing the plate in front of me, she leaned over to give me a peek down her blouse. Now I was convinced that this girl was not wearing a bra either. "Can you sit with me?" I said. Karen looked back at the cook. He returned to the magazine that he was reading so she sat across from me. She looked nervous as I sat quietly eating my burger.
"So. What's your name?" she asked, attempting to break the ice.
"Tom," I lied between bites.
"You're not from around here. I know everyone in town," Karen said. "Where are you from?"
"Chicago," I said. I was not about to give her a straight answer. "When do you get off work?"
"We close at 9pm but I think I could get out early."
"Good. Why don't you give me your phone number?" She could not get her pen out quick enough. Karen scribbled her number down on my check. "I'll call you at 9 sharp. Do you live alone?"