I had just finished getting my hair cut at a local Sport's Clip. I stopped to get gas and then go inside to grab some food at a Quik Trip on the way home. After I filled my truck up, I pulled it forward and went in to grab an iced tea and one of their fresh-made sandwiches. I have gone through this routine many times at this very Quik Trip, stop by on the way to somewhere else are back from somewhere on the way home. I am kinda numb to it really I have done it so many times. As I looked at the menu I decided instead of something from the kitchen I would just make my own hot dog. This decision changed the day for the better, much better.
I am 67, gray hair, brown eyes, slight chubby at 220 pounds, and 6 foot 2 inches. I am at best the average old white guy we all complained about in our youth. I was wearing my retired Army ball cap, a leather-style jacket, and nothing else remarkable. So this whole thing still blows me away it happened.
So there I was, two in the afternoon, getting a hotdog and I look up and on the other side of the roller oven thingie was this gorgeous late 20s black chic. I mean drop-dead gorgeous no matter what her ethnic background is. Cooler yet she had these greenish eyes. And yes, I looked her up and down, and she had a tight-fitting dark green sweater on that hugged her figure and she had quite the figure. I am guessing 38D boobs. And a slight hourglass shape ending with the perfect bubble gum booty. She was wearing what appears to be slacks, or loose-fitting leggings are something that hugged the booty but was comfy fitting the rest of the way. She had snow boots on since we had 8 inches of snow the night before.
I smiled, then grinned at her when she caught me looking at her. I went about my business of making my dog up. The next thing I know she was prepping a dog also and was right next to me. She just said quietly, a dog is a good idea. All I could do is nod. Her scent was delicious. About then my phone buzzed and I pulled it out to see who texted and as I did this I reached for the mustard. I was not paying attention trying to do two things at once. I got a hand full of gorgeous instead. I froze looked down to find I was holding her hand. She was holding the mustard. I looked at her and she was grinning.
"I got here first, so I get to use first." That was her response. She did not let go though, she squeeze my hand gently. Then instead of letting go she got this weird look and looked down at my hand and turned it over.
"Whoa, hands so soft, I expect an older gentleman like yourself to have rougher hands."
"I always took care of my skin, the only human suit I get ya know" She started laughing at this and goes fair enough. She then let go of my hand and went back to prepping her dog. I turned to look at her again and she was smiling at me.
"Such a gentleman, honest, but still trying to be subtle, I saw you looking. Do you like it?"
"Yes I like and yes you are right I did look at your boobs and booty, too gorgeous not to, I mean I am a guy and all." She just giggles and then reaches across me and makes sure she rubs her boobs on my arm. Her nipples are like instantly hard pokies. I whisper, daaaaaaaamn. She goes you outa see the barely there bra holding them.
I know I am looking stunned and all I can get out of my frozen brain trying to calculate the 35 to a 40-year difference in us and why she is teasing, but I get out a stunningly stupid response of: "Did we just flirt?"
She laughs and walks away. I took a few deep breaths, went and made a sweet tea, and grab some chips. I checked out and headed to the truck. I am now running everything through my head and trying to figure out how I got so lucky to have been flirting with that gorgeous young woman so blatantly. My deep thinking was interrupted by a tapping on my window. There she was grinning at me again and motioning me to open my door. So being stunned again she moves aside and I open the door. She sticks out her hand and goes, "Hi I am April and I am so attracted to you." I am totally speechless and just shake her hand.
