Calendar Creek, New Jersey had never seen a woman so curvy in a bikini so tiny. OK, I had never seen a woman so curvy in a bikini so tiny. No one knew who she was, she just turned up in town overnight. That was the gossip around The Candy Pole anyway. The little old fashioned candy store has been a fixture of Calendar Creek society for nearly a hundred years. So, it was there, while I manned the counter, that the rumors were born. She was a no-good hussy. Their words, not mine. She was here to ruin marriages and steal good little boys. I feel I must inform you at this point my gossips are in their late eighties.
They came in around opening. The regular old townies soon followed. They were primarily focused on how inappropriate her attire was in a good God fearing town like this one. Must be from a lower stock. Again, their words not mine. Hard facts seemed few and far between. By afternoon the younger crowds came in. My crowd.
"Dude, you should see this chick!"
"Tits the size of your head!"
"Ass you could bounce a half dollar off!"
"Half dollar?"
"It's bigger ... than a ... quarter. I'll shut up now."
"You do that."
"She's a model. Got to be."
I just shook my head and took it all in. Then night came. Closing time neared. That's when she arrived. She wasn't overly tall, halfway between five and six foot give or take, but she always commanded the room like she was a giantess. She wore a blue anchor print bikini that left little to the imagination. Matching blue sandals showed off long shapely legs. Her powerful arms adjusted the shoulder straps of her 'suit' which always failed to hold in her impressive DD breasts. She flicked her head to get her long curly brown hair out of her eyes.
"H...hello," I said weakly, stupidly.
"Hello."
Her British accent was melodic, almost hypnotic. So much so that I failed to notice she locked the door and flipped the sign to closed.
"Can... can I help you?"
"Do you have any chocolate drizzle?"
I shakily pointed to the shelf the small bags sat on. She sauntered over and picked one up without even looking at it. She then made her way to the counter. I went to open the register when she pushed through the waist high swinging door and joined me behind the counter.
"Miss, you can't be back here."
She shoved me into one of the seats and climbed into my lap.
"Miss!"
She straddled my lap and wrapped her powerful legs around me, pinning me to the chair. She ripped open the drizzle and poured it over her bountiful breasts. I watched, amazed. She pressed them into my face.
"Mph!"
"Better get cleaning if you want to go home tonight."
Well... if she insisted. I mean, why would I want to fight this? So I began to lick. I don't know which tasted better between her or the chocolate.. Once it was gone so was she. As she closed the door behind her she looked back and said "See you again."
