The next night I called Stacy and she told me to meet her in the parking lot of the trailer park to pick her up. I didn't blame her for not wanting me to walk through the park itself. After seeing where she lived I'm sure she was a bit embarrassed about the place. Plus I'm sure she didn't want me to meet her family. What with her little job as her uncle's fuck-slut-on-demand I could only imagine what her mother was like.
I arrived in the parking lot and she was already waiting for me. Her dress was a subdued purple that went down to just above her knees. She had a nice pair of black heels on and when she walked over I noticed her bra lifted and supported her titties perfectly. Her legs were white and somewhat muscular, hair bounced on her shoulders in loose curls and her make up was on good and thick. Just like a nice trailer trash girl was supposed to wear it. Her hips moved and swayed nicely and I had a good feeling I would be fucking this bitch that night.
We made small talk and I took her to a little steak house that was outside town and which I frequented often. Nothing special but the drinks were cheap and the food was somewhat decent. The restaurant was partially dark inside, each table had a candle and the circular booth we sat in was overstuffed red leather with old, tarnished brass rivets. This place was a remnant of the 70's that tourists would pass right by and everybody wonders how it's still in business. There were three other couples scattered around the dining room.
She ordered a glass of wine and my friendly waiter, Jake, was a nice help with a very healthy pour. We ordered and talked and I asked her what she did last night after I dropped her off. I just wanted to know how she would react. OK, that's a lie. I really wanted to hear her tell the story, in as much gory detail as possible, but I didn't really think she would tell me. Just a lustful wish.
"I just hung out and talked to my uncle. Then went to bed. I had to be a work early today." Her voice never faltered or changed. Fucking her uncle apparently wasn't something she dwelt upon. I eyed her fat tits because her dress opening had been pushed open by their size. I could see the edge of a low scoop black bra. Jake also enjoyed looking down her top as he came over more than necessary to ask us if we needed anything else. Some guys would have been bothered by him but I liked Jake, he was a straight forward guy who told you what he was thinking and didn't mince words. Which is probably why he had never moved beyond waiter in this little roadside steak house.
I must have been staring too long because Stacy noticed me looking at her boobs and smiled, "Do you like what you see?"
I nodded, "Oh yeah. I like those a lot."
"Good, don't worry you'll be seeing them more tonight. This is the best meal I've had in months and you know I'll want to show you my appreciation. Again." She took another bite of food and let a finger move up and she pulled the dress open just a little wider. My cock popped a step in my pants and I relaxed a bit. Stacy was a sure thing tonight and I knew there would be much more fun in store for the future.
Jake came back over and asked if she wanted another glass of wine. Stacy nodded yes and he poured her what looked like was a half the bottle. Much more than you would ever receive in a regular restaurant. His eyes never left her chest as he poured it and I let him stare. Stacy looked up and noticed him staring but she never closed the dress. When he walked away she looked up at me, "That waiter is giving me the creeps."
"Why? Because he's staring at your tits?" I deliberately used that word because I wanted to see if she would be bothered by it. She didn't even seem to notice.
"Yeah."
I laughed, "Oh, Jake's harmless. He probably hasn't seen a rack like yours in years. He's just enjoying the view. Besides be nice to him. He's a war veteran." That was a complete lie, I mean I think it was. I didn't know a goddamn thing about Jake.
Stacy took a drink of her wine and we continued to eat. We exchanged the usual boring chit chat about our day and what not. I was getting hotter as I watched the white flesh of her partially exposed tits jiggle. And knowing that she was going to "show appreciation" for the meal only made it drag on slower. She let me know she worked in a warehouse stocking shelves and she didn't make much more over minimum wage, her co-workers were assholes, and her boss propositioned her regularly. She graduated high school and moved out with a friend for awhile but when that friend got married she moved back in with her Mom because her dad had just passed away and mom needed help with the rent. A sad story that I really didn't care much about. What I really wanted to know about was the uncle. That gnarled old man seemed to run the roost, how did that happen?