It started out as a typical Sunday morning for me. I woke up around 5:30, made coffee and logged into the computer to read a few Literotica stories.
At about 7:00 AM I took a quick shower, shaved, brushed my teeth and headed for my favorite diner for breakfast. Although the place was already starting to get crowded, I managed to get a two person booth and began to read the Sunday newspaper sports section, which I had brought with me from home. I glanced up from time to time to see who was coming in and I took notice of a woman who was talking to the hostess. By her mannerisms, I had the feeling the woman seemed a bit perturbed. She was shaking her head as if to say "NO". She then looked at her watch and pointed back my way. Now the hostess was shaking her head "No"
Just then, the waitress came by to take my order. I ordered my usual, two eggs over easy, home fries, crisp bacon, rye toast and coffee. (At 58, it was certainly not the breakfast my doctor would recommend). I returned to the sports section to catch up on the previous evenings' baseball scores.
A moment later, the hostess and the woman were standing by my booth.
"This woman says she know you, sir", stated the hostess in a rather annoyed tone.
Before I could reply, the woman said, "Hi, I thought it was you. Mind if I join you for breakfast?" and proceeded to lean over, give me a peck on the cheek before sliding into the seat across from me.
She was quite attractive with medium length dark hair, a shapely body featuring very large breasts and ample hips. The woman was wearing a short black dress that clung to her body and looked something like a long tank top. Her make-up was a little on the heavy side for my taste.
I stuttered something like, "Oh. Hi. Sure, join me." By that time she was already seated.
After the hostess left, the woman apologized, explaining that she just got off work and was famished.
"No problem." I replied. "I could use the company."
"I'm Marla and I don't do this all the time."
"Hi, Marla. I'm Bill. Nice to meet you"
The waitress brought me my breakfast and asked if Marla wanted to order something.
She replied, "Sure. I'll have what he's having," pointing to my plate. "Except, I'll have the link sausage instead of the bacon."
Marla was very easy to talk to. She told me she was forty nine, divorced for a little over a year and had a daughter in college. "My ex was a real asshole," she told me. Then cupping both hands under her boobs and lifting slightly, she said, "He made me get these." "Thirty Four C's weren't big enough for him, he had to have Thirty Six Double D's." Marla explained that she told her hubby that there was no way they could afford the boob job, but he convinced her to put them on her credit card. "Six months later, the creep left my for some young bimbo and now I'm trying to pay for college and these tits." Marla told me that she was holding down two jobs. A receptionist at a doctor's office Monday through Friday and then Friday & Saturday nights she worked from 11:00 PM until 7:00 AM worked at ASN.
I had no idea what ASN was and she told me it was a new premium cable television channel, The Adult Shopping Network. She normally worked behind the scenes helping to get models dressed in lingerie or prepping the displays of adult toys and lotions. Occasionally, she would get in front of the camera as a "mature" model. Laughing, she said, "Mature." "That's a nice way to say old and chunky."
The waitress brought Marla's breakfast and freshened up our coffees as we continued our conversation.
It was obvious she needed to vent about her ex, at one point holding up a sausage link on her fork, smiling and proclaiming, "This little link is bigger than he was."
"The bastard was all about himself." "As long as he got his rocks off, he didn't care one bit about my needs and desires." Marla went on and on about her sex life or lack there of.
We were finishing up our breakfasts when Marla told me I was a good listener and asked if I would want to continue our conversation over more coffee at her apartment.
When the waitress brought our check, I grabbed it and over Marla's mild objections paid it with a generous tip.
Walking out, Marla put her arm around mine and whispered, "Now I owe you."
As I walked toward my car, Marla told me we didn't have to drive as she lived in the apartment complex just on the other side of the parking lot.
When we entered her place, she told me to make myself at home. She was going to put the coffee on and then grab a quick shower.
I looked around her living room and took notice of her CD's and DVD's. Marla's taste in music was similar to mine, late sixties, early seventies rock. Dylan, The Band, The Beatles, Eric Clapton and the Rolling Stones filled her CD rack. I couldn't help to notice that the DVD's on her bookshelf were mostly chick flicks, but there were a half a dozen X Rated ones also.
I must have looked embarrassed when she came back into the room and I was reading the description of one of the videos, "Back Door Pleasures".
Marla just laughed and said in her best sales voice, "Available in both DVD and VHS from the Adult Shopping Network." "By the way, coffee's ready."
I followed her into the kitchen and watched as she reached into cabinet for coffee mugs. After showering she had put on a short, silky button down nightshirt that rode up revealing her sheer, black, French cut panties as she stood on her tiptoes to get the mugs down.
