As a writer, I had a couple of places where I found the atmosphere gave me inspiration for my craft. The first one was our small town library where I would sit under the beautiful rotunda watching the people go by as my imagination took the words and ideas out of my head and put them onto paper via my computer keyboard. Sometimes I would get sick of the shuffling of the library patrons and wander over to my favorite café where the taste and smell of coffee would stimulate my neurons in a completely different way.
The patrons in the café in our small coastal California town were a good cross section of the community depending on what time of day it was. In the morning you would see people catching an early breakfast before the daily commute to Silicon Valley and other points in the Bay area. This morning was very busy as the waitresses were running all over the place trying to take the orders of the various patrons. Most of the waitresses were older married or divorced career women who had done waiting for their entire careers. They were people persons who loved their job and knew the names of all the regulars.
As the day progressed, the lunch crowd would filter in. Most of them were either tourists or local office workers. As the summer was winding down, the number of tourists would wind down also and lessening the work load on the servers in the café. With September coming, the courses at the local university would be starting and there would be throngs of students around the town and frequenting the café, changing the atmosphere to one of youth and vitality.
I particularly liked this time of year as it was like a renewal, the town throbbed with an activity that it lacked in the summer. The leisurely tourists gave way to 10,000 young people all tied together with one purpose, to go to university. One Saturday late in August I noticed a new server being given orientation in the café. She was different from the mostly middle aged Caucasian women that worked there. She was a small Asian girl that looked no more than five foot two and one hundred pounds. Her cute oval face was surrounded by thick, shiny black hair that was neatly tied back with a bow. June the server that was giving her orientation brought her over to me and introduced us.
She said, "Susan, this is Bill, he's one of our regulars. Bill, Susan will be working here until the end of the school year, she's an exchange student from Korea."
I knew that Susan was probably just a name that she had adopted for her time here. I spoke some Korean that I knew and she gave me the nicest smile showing her beautiful teeth and beautiful dark brown almond shaped eyes, contrasted against her smooth alabaster skin.
I said to her in English, "Nice to meet you and I will be seeing you a lot here because this is one of my hangouts."
June explained to Susan that I was a writer and for some reason, this place gave me inspiration for my novels. She laughed and said, "I've worked here for ten years and I've never gotten any inspiration from this place!"
We all laughed, Susan refilled my Coffee and as they were walking away, Susan glanced back and gave me a flirty seductive smile that excited me so much I got an immediate erection. What was it about this young Oriental vixen that caused my 45 year old libido to come alive? I felt an immediate connection between myself and her, but I had to realize that she was probably no more than 18 years of age and I was 45, old enough to be her father. Any relationship between her and myself might wound her young heart. Even if being around her was continually turning me on, I needed to keep it cool.
In the next couple of weeks I got to know Susan quite well, as well as I could with her beginners English. I learned that she was indeed 18 years old, had come to America to get her bachelors degree in physics and to get away from her controlling parents. Her father and mother were both distant and cold. By the way she described her parents it surprised me how pleasant and well adjusted a girl she was. Always pleasant and giving me that extra little smile when nobody was looking, it was obvious that she had more on her mind than her shy innocent demeanor let on. Susan got along well with all the other staff she worked with and was more than willing to trade shifts with them. Very quickly she became one of the most indispensable of the staff and the owner was very happy she hired her.
One morning I went into the café when it was Susan's day off and June was telling me that Susan presently lived on campus, but wanted to get her own place. She could never get any sleep because her roommate had guys over every night and the sounds of them having sex kept her awake. June asked me if I still had that suite in my basement and I said I did, but hadn't rented it out in many years. It was all equipped with a kitchen, bathroom/shower and bedroom but I was hesitant to rent it out to Susan because I knew if I got involved with her it could be dangerous living in a small town, with all the talk that goes on. June kept the pressure on me saying that Susan was desperate and that there were no vacancies anywhere around town. I eventually relented and told June to tell Susan to come over later on that day, around 3:00 pm to see the place.
I couldn't stop thinking about Susan all day. The thought of her in her little waitress skirt with her long smooth legs walking around kept a bulge in my pants. The thought of her coming over to my place at 3:00 was just too much to bear and I couldn't do any work.
Precisely at 3:00 pm there was a knock on my front door. I looked out and saw Susan standing there with tight white cutoff shorts hugging her hips. They were on so tight you could make out the camel toe in her little triangle at the front of them. Her legs were long and smooth and lightly tanned with open toed shoes that showed her toenails that were painted pink. She wore a tight T shirt that made the fact obvious she was wearing no bra, the pink areolas of her c-cup sized breasts were showing through the whiteness of her t shirt. I felt a lump in my throat and a bulge in my pants that only was getting bigger.
I tried to play it cool as best as I could and said, "Susan, how are you today? Would you like to see the room? It isn't much but the last person who rented it liked it."
My pulse quickened and I took a deep breath as she smiled. I motioned her toward the stairs that led to the downstairs suite. I walked behind her and the sight of her perfect ass cheeks through her white shorts and the perfectly smooth back of her thighs giving way to the rest of her slender but nicely shaped legs, made my pulse beat faster and faster. She walked down the stairs and looked around the sparsely furnished but clean suite.
She smiled and said, "Is it OK to move in tonight?" I said, "Sure." Susan told me that she would be back around 7:00 pm with her belongings.
By the time she arrived by taxi, she had two suitcases which I carried into the suite for her. I carried them into the bedroom and left them next to the bed. I then left her alone so that she could take a shower and get settled in. I told her that if she was hungry to help herself to anything in the place.
I went about my usual evening routine watching television and just taking it easy thinking about her taking a shower. I imagined her slinky, long black hair and her slender lithe body having soap being rubbed in all her forbidden places. I secretly wished I could be there but knew it was wrong as she was now my tenant and I had to keep our relationship strictly about business. Keeping from thinking about her in this way was very difficult as she aroused my passions in every way.
Around 10:00 pm I heard a knock on the door that was at the top of the stairs which led to her basement suite.
I said, "Come in, it's unlocked."
The door slowly opened and there was Susan standing there in a dressing gown that revealed underneath that she was wearing a loose t shirt and panties barely covering her lower half! She asked me if there was any food to eat so we went into my kitchen and I made both of us a sandwich and poured us each something to drink. We must of sat there for hours talking about everything under the sun. I didn't ask her but she came out and told me that she had never been in a serious relationship with a guy and that she was still a virgin. I wished she hadn't told me this as it only made me think more and more about what popping her cherry would be like. The sight of her bare legs under the table with her painted toenails constantly reminded me of her closeness. Why was she telling me that she was a virgin? It was as if she wanted me to be the one!
