Nikki loved her job at the diner, although the pay was light and the hours heavy. She knew most of her customers by name, and counted most of them as friends. She also knew that their off-color comments, while generally sexual in nature, were delivered with no offense intended. Her breasts were a modest b-cup, and she often wished they were larger, but her ass made up the difference. It was an ass that men's dreams were made of. High, tight, and ample, it filled her jeans completely, giving the regulars at the diner something to talk and fantasize about.
One day an older, silver-haired man came in that Nikki had never seen. He ordered and ate silently, even though he seemed to know everyone in the diner. The only thing he said dealt with her "peaches", which surprised her, as he looked her squarely in the eyes and smiled slightly. The smile did it for her. She was enthralled with his demeanor and his physique. He looked and carried himself like an athlete, but without the cocky attitude of one. His air was that of quiet competence and confidence in his ability, whatever that ability might be.
The next time he came in, Nikki made sure to help him with everything, noticing his tan for the first time. "Do you stay outside a lot?" she asked, trying to get him to talk to her.
"Yes. I fish quite a bit since I've retired. It's very relaxing," he replied, giving her and her only the benefit of that beautiful smile. Nikki's knees turned to jelly and she felt faint.
Stammering, she said huskily, "I'll get your tea," leaving on rather unsteady legs. Knowing she wanted this man more than she had ever wanted anyone, even her boyfriend, she quickly put a plan together. When she returned with a tea pitcher, she spilled a little on the floor. "Clumsy me! Don't get up; I'll get a towel," she said, turning quickly and putting a little more swing into her hips, knowing he was looking. When she came back, she quickly fell to her knees and began cleaning up the spill, turning one way, then the other, making sure he got a good look at her ass and her thong above her jeans' waistband.
When she stood up, he was looking at her with different eyes. Before, his gaze had been almost fatherly; now, it was like a predator stalking a helpless victim.
Pressing her luck, she asked, "Do you ever take anyone fishing with you?"
"Usually not," he replied, "although I'm not against the idea, if the right party were to ask."
"What about me?" she said simply. "I know a little about boats, and I certainly need a break from this place. I grew up on a lake and lost my virginity on a boat."
Her straightforwardness impressed him, but with some reservation, he said, "I still don't know. Can you fish?"
Laughing aloud, Nikki said, "Yes, I can fish, but I just need to feel the wind on my face and the sun on my body. I'll leave the fishing to you. When are we going?"
"Day after tomorrow OK?" he asked, knowing she had to ask to be off work, and wondering just what she had in mind-a boat ride, or maybe a joy ride?
"That'll be great. I'm scheduled to be off that day. Pick me up at the grocery store at 8:00 AM," she told him excitedly and went to wait on other customers.
Two days later, still not sure what he had set himself up for, he checked the boat and was waiting in the grocery store lot when he saw her drive in. Her red car was sporty and he really liked the way she looked when she got out. Her white shorts were skin tight, and the matching top looked like a sports bra. The elastic band was tight around her ribs, just under her breasts, giving them a little uplift. For the first time, he realized how fit she was. Not an ounce of fat showed on her body, but her curves were definitely evident. She hopped in the cab of his truck and leaned over to give him a peck on the cheek.
"You look nice," she said simply, adjusting her seat and looking back at the boat. "That's a great boat! I can't wait to work on my tan!" she said eagerly.
He felt a little foolish, a man his age and a woman young enough to be his daughter, embarking on a "fishing trip." Still, he was pleasantly surprised by her kiss, and was quietly pleased that she liked the boat. He was even more pleased by her outfit. Her b-cup breasts swayed easily underneath the nearly transparent top. Without a bra to hide them, her nipples showed their excitement by trying to punch holes in the fabric. As stimulating as this was, he was totally blown away by her shorts. Like the top, they were scandalously small and her fantastic ass seemed destined to escape its stretchy confinement. Suspecting she wore no panties, he was eying her cameltoe when she caught him staring.
"Do you think I'm sexy?" she asked.
Still unaccustomed to her forwardness, he told her honestly, "Yes, I do. You happen to be one of the sexiest women I know. You have an incredible body, but to me, your sexiness comes from your sincerity and honesty. You genuinely seem to care for people, and that, to me, is sexy."
"That is so sweet!" she said, leaning over and hugging him. "Nobody's ever said those things to me. Most men just want to get in my pants. Don't get me wrong, I like to screw, but I like a little romance too. How about you? You a 'wham bam, thank you ma'am' type of guy, or do you like a little loving to heat things up?"
"Oh, I love the feel of a woman's body, especially a curvy one like you. In fact, I would just love to slip those shorts off your ass and make love all day long," he told her, realizing she was listening intently and her chest was heaving.
"Well, we'll just have to see about that. I certainly don't want to intrude on your fishing time," she replied coyly, taking a chance and looking at his crotch. She was pleased to see a tent rising in his shorts.
A few miles down the road, he signaled for a turn and pulled into a gas station. "Gotta put gas in the boat," he said, as he pulled up to the pump.
"I'll go put my bikini on," Nikki said as she slid out of the truck.
"I don't know," he said. "That's a grouchy old fart in there and he may not like people changing in the bathroom."
"Maybe I can convince him with my smile," she said reaching into the truck and grabbing her beach bag. Turning, she strode purposefully to the door of the store. This gave him an opportunity to watch her asscheeks peeking out from the bottom of the shorts.
As he was checking things on the boat, he glanced into the store occasionally. Not seeing Nikki, he became a little concerned and was about to go check on her when she came out the door. The old grouch looked through the window and gave him a thumbs up. Nikki had a big smile on her face, and a very tiny orange mesh bikini top. Like her shorts, it struggled to contain the flesh within. He also noticed that she had rolled the waistband of her shorts down and the strings of the bikini bottom rode well above it on her hips.
"He was such a pushover," she said as they got back in the truck. "He liked my ass when I bent over to get a candy bar, and told me I could do anything in the bathroom I wanted. Wonder if he wants to see all of my bikini?"
"While I'm sure he does, we don't want to get him too excited. He may just have a heart attack as it is!" he laughed and pulled back onto the road.
Soon, they arrived at the lake, and they both got the boat ready to launch. When he started to back down the ramp, Nikki guided him expertly and stopped him at just the right point. Before he got out of the truck, she was nimbly climbing onto the trailer and into the boat, affording him another delightful view if her magnificent ass as she stepped from the trailer to the boat well.
"Once or twice?" she asked.
