When I was up at the cabin I had to run onto town for some groceries. When I was there a short blond girl started chatting with me in the produce section as I was looking at avocados.
"Making guacamole?"
"No. My daughter likes to just eat them."
We chat for a bit about avocados, and then fresh produce, fruits, recipes, and family.
"I'm Stacy by the way."
"I'm Michele."
She's maybe an inch taller than my five one with long dyed blond hair hanging down to her mid back skirt as long as my brown hair. She had pretty green eyes, fair smooth skin, and a pretty smile. She's a bit chubby with a large bustline, and is wearing a tight shirt with a plunging neckline with tight blue jeans showing off her round backside.
We even discuss where my cabin is, and how long I'm going to be up. She's a local, and her place is right up from us.
"We're practically neighbors. You have to come over for supper tonight. We eat st 4."
"I don't know."
"I'm sure your family can do without you for one night. I'd love for you to let me cook for you. Promise me you'll be there. "
"Okay. I'll try. That's the best I can promise."
"I'll take it. Do you have a number? Give me your phone and I'll call mine so you have my number."
I hand her my phone letting her call herself, and then add her number and name to my contacts. She gets in the check out lane just as I was leaving. She waved, and I waved back.
I think about blowing her off, but at 3:30 she texted me a reminder telling me to not be late. I feel guilty blowing her off so I tell my dad about her, and her tells me to go.
I pull up to a light blue trailer home, and then wait for a second thinking about just driving off and making up some excuse. Then the door opens and she's standing there waving me in. I reluctantly walk up putting on my happy face. She takes my coat and purse, and I take off my sneakers so I don't track snow through the house.
I sit in the kitchen at the table across from a skinny guy that looks to be in his early thirties like her. He has short brown hair, is clean shaven, and tattoos covering both arms. I can see more tattoos on his chest through the sleeveless shirt he's wearing.
"Wayne, this is Michele. Michele this is my boyfriend Wayne. He won't bother us tonight. Right Wayne?"
"If you insist babe." He answers.
She serves up lasagna and cherry Moscato. It's all really good, and the wine goes down way too good. We chat more about work, family, hobbies, and such. Wayne seems like a nice guy. He shows me most of the ink on his arms telling me the stories.
After supper Stacy clears the table, and Wayne goes to watch TV.
"Nevermind him. He'll just sit there tonight."
We keep talking, and the conversation turned to sex, fantasies, and our experiences.
"Have you ever gone to a strip club? That can be fun."
"I have, but I just sit there mostly."
"I've even had a stripper undress me on stage. That turned me on so much. I've always had the fantasy to have a room full of guys all to myself."
"I've had that fantasy myself, but I'm not as pretty as you."
"Don't be silly. Your beautiful. I love your pretty brown eyes."
"I'm old and fat. I'm the one most guys run from gagging."
"Sure you're not in peak athletic condition, but neither am I. You shouldn't be so hard on yourself. I bet under those clothes you're very sexy even though you're not a model."
"I'm a model of the before lady on the weight loss commercials or the plastic surgery commercials. If I started to strip I'd be told to put it back on. Especially when they saw all my stretch marks."
"I bet you have a beautiful and sexy mommy belly. Can I see?"
She doesn't wait for me to answer before lifting my sweater up over my belly.
"That's so sexy! I've always had a thing for a woman with tiger stripes. I'll never have any since I can't have kids, but I just love your stomach." She says rubbing all over my belly.
I'm shocked by her sudden burst of forwardness. The wine swimming in my mind isn't helping much either. She suddenly stands in front of me pulling her shirt off showing me her bellybutton piercing and her me black lace bra.
My eyes focus on her overfilled cups, and how her skin looks so white compared to her paleness. Her chubby belly hangs slightly over her jeans with a long silver and diamond dangle hanging over her bellybutton.
"You like? Wayne talked me into it. I was hesitant, but I'm glad I did it."
"It's cute. I've never wanted something like that. I don't even wear earrings even though my ears are pierced."
"He wants me to get a tattoo. I can take out a piercing, but I can't just take off a tattoo. What do you think?"
She pours another big glass for us as I answer, "I've thought about one, but I don't know what to get or where."
I hear moaning coming from the TV playing loud. I look up to see a blond porn star getting hammered by a huge dick on the big screen TV.
"Don't mind him." She says nonchalantly. "He's always watching that stuff."
"Even when company is over?"
"He likes you. He would have gone to the bar if he didn't."
The scene turns to three women starting to work each other, and my eyes are constantly drawn to the action. She excuses herself, and I watch drinking my wine down.
"Watch porn at home?" She asks from behind me with her hands on my shoulders making me jump.
"We watch a lot of it." She whispers in my right ear. "We even made some of our own."
She then sits on my lap wrapping her arms around my shoulders planting her lips on mine kissing me passionately. After a few seconds she sits up holding my face in her hands looking into my eyes.
"What the?" I ask stunned looking at her dressed in a red satin teddy with matching g string thong that's see through.
"Too much? I'm sorry. I just thought that you liked me like I do you. You're not mad are you?"
"No. You're fine. It's just..."
She smiles hearing my words, and interrupts by kissing me again.
