Carlee was sitting in the diner in a corner booth on Valentine's Day, just enjoying a cheeseburger and some french fries, and a diet cola. She was kind of depressed because she had broken up with her boyfriend that morning. She had caught him in bed with another woman the previous night and had called off the relationship. So here she was, eating in a busy diner downtown, trying to figure out what made her boyfriend cheat on her. She picked up her soda and took a drink and just happened to glance toward the door to see something that would have knocked her socks off if she wasn't wearing shoes.
There came through the door the most gorgeous man Carlee had ever seen. He was young (she guessed about 24 or so), tall, probably about 6'4", lean and muscular, with dirty blonde hair, and a blonde goatee. He was wearing tight black jeans which showed off his ass and package perfectly, a Ski-doo snowmobile jacket, and work boots that looked as if they'd seen better days. He had at just that moment been looking around the place as if he'd never been here before. His eyes lit upon Carlee and he smiled. She noticed his eyes were dreamy and a beautiful ice blue color. She glanced down at her burger, then back up.
"Oh my God! He's coming this way!" Carlee said to herself. She absently ran her fingers through her bleach blonde hair as he came closer, his strides eating up the floor between them. Seconds later, she looked up to see him standing by her table.
"Hello there. I'm John Mitchell. Is this seat taken?" he asked as he pointed to the bench across from her. She was too surprised by his deep voice to answer so she just shook her head no. "May I sit down? There doesn't seem to be any other seats available, and I'm starving!" he replied, and she nodded that he could sit, which he did. "What's your name, beautiful?" he asked her with a smile that was so sexy that Carlee felt her heart melting in her chest.
"C-C-Carlee St Cloud. It's nice to meet you, Mr. Mitchell." she said in a low voice as a blush spread across her face. He smiled again and held out his hand. She took it and they shook hands as a waitress approached. When his hand touched hers, a jolt of awareness shot through her, right to her pussy. She felt the moisture gathering there, and she didn't even know this man. The waitress took John's order, a steak, baked potato, corn, and a beer from the tap, and she left them. John still hadn't released her hand. He was idly stroking the back of her hand with his thumb and she felt perfectly comfortable with it too, which surprised her.
"So Carlee St. Cloud, do you live around here?" John asked her.
"Yes, I do. Just down the street actually. How about you, Mr. Mitchell?" she replied.
"Please, call me John. All my friends do, and I'd like it if you would too. And in answer to your question, no. I'm not from around here although I'm looking into moving here. I'm from Denver and have had a sort of "falling out" with my family over an ex-girlfriend who claimed I was the father of her baby, which, of course, I'm not, so I decided to move here to New York and get away from all that." he said. She knew just what he was going through, an almost similar situation to what she was in.
"I know what you mean, John. I just broke up with my boyfriend of 2 years because I caught him in bed with my best friend Rachel yesterday morning. Needless to say, he's out of my life, and Rachel isn't my best friend anymore." she said, feeling very comfortable telling him about her problems. Then she said, "I don't know why, but I feel as if I've met you before somehow. Usually I'm very nervous around new people, but I feel very comfortable with you, John. Wow, talk about dejavue! Hahaha!"
"That's too bad about your losing your best friend, Carlee. You wouldn't happen to be looking for a new best friend, would ya?" he asked with a wink. She smiled and he said, "Wow! You have a beautiful smile! Your boyfriend was nuts to cheat on you. You are a very beautiful woman. How old are you, Carlee?" She blushed and looked down at her plate.
She was going to thank him for the comment, but at that moment, the waitress arrived with his meal, so they both ate and chatted about the town and its sights worth seeing, and whether there were any decent houses or apartments available for rent in the area. The waitress brought them coffee and refilled Carlee's soda, and John ordered two slices of hot apple pie for them.
Half an hour later, Carlee and John were finished eating, their empty plates on the table in front of them. John asked her, "How about showing a new-comer around the town? Then maybe we could catch a movie at the theater if there's one in this town."
She smiled and said, "We have a theater, but it only runs one movie at a time, and this week I think the film is some love story. I'm not sure of the title though. But yes John, I'd love to show you around town and see a movie with you. I would like to go home to change my clothes though. I worked this morning and came right to the diner after work, so I'd like to grab a shower and clean up first. I work at the local animal shelter here in town, and it's a pretty smelly job sometimes."
"That's fine. How about we meet back here in, say...an hour or so?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.
"You have yourself a tour guide then, John. I'll meet you back here in an hour, then we can take that tour and see that movie. See you soon! Oh, and by the way, I'm 39, John." she said as she got into her black Chevy truck.
He waved to her as she drove away, down the street toward her house, about eight blocks away. He got into his car and went to his hotel room to shower and change as well. He didn't want to go around town looking like a hillbilly in his old work boots and jeans. He showered and changed into a pair of black boxers, his stonewashed denim jeans, a blue t-shirt and his gray sweatshirt. He pulled on his socks and his black snakeskin cowboy boots.
Then he ran his comb through his hair before shaving. He debated whether to shave off the goatee, but decided to keep it. He brushed his teeth and splashed on some Old Spice aftershave, then grabbed his wallet from the dresser. He made sure he had a couple of condoms in it, just in case things went the way he hoped. John left the hotel and went to the florist shop next door and purchased half a dozen red carnations with some babies breath and ferns, then left in his Mustang.
Meanwhile, Carlee was just pulling into her driveway and parking her truck in front of the house. She got out and went inside, fed her cat in the kitchen then ran upstairs to her bedroom. She went through her closet and chose her knee-length denim skirt, a tight red shirt with white stripes, and her red boots with the three inch heels. She put the clothes on the bed and went to the dresser to get clean underwear, bra and stockings.
She put those on the bed too, then went into the bathroom and took her shower, washing her waist-length blonde hair, then scrubbing her slim body, starting at her shoulders and arms, then down over her 40C breasts and her slightly rounded belly. She washed the tiny triangle of dark blonde curls between her legs, which she kept neatly trimmed. She felt a jolt of energy flow through her as she brushed her fingertips over her pussy lips, one of which went into her wetness and flicked her clit a few times, giving herself a quick but strong orgasm. She finished washing, rinsed off the soap, and stepped out of the shower to dry off.
She applied her make-up, brushed and styled her hair, and splashed on a little bit of her favorite perfume. She padded barefoot and naked back down the hall to her bedroom and got dressed. She slid on her white lace bra and matching thong panties, her white garter belt, and the matching white stockings. She pulled on her shirt and skirt, then slid her feet into her red high heeled boots.
She went back downstairs and grabbed her coat and purse, making sure she had condoms (She didn't know that John was bringing some as well.), and went outside to her truck, locking up behind her. She got in the truck and left her driveway, driving down the street for he eight blocks to get to the diner again, where John would be waiting for her.
Forty-five minutes later, he pulled his red Ford Mustang into the parking lot at the diner. He waited in the car until he saw Carlee's truck coming down the street. Once he saw her truck, he got out of his car, a bouquet of flowers in his hand. He stood leaning against his car as she pulled her truck into the spot beside his. She smiled when she saw the flowers in his hand as she emerged from the truck. He gave her the flowers and she thanked him with a kiss on his cheek. They went into the diner and each ordered a cup of coffee to drink before going on the tour of the town. They sat at the same booth they used earlier, and sipped their coffee, and talked about what they were going to see.