For the past several months I had made it a morning ritual to get my coffee at a small café near my house. I was hooked on two things, the caffeine and a sweet young waitress named Jessica. Every morning I took my usual seat by the window, feigning interest in the morning paper while awaiting our encounter. I would steal glances at Jessica as she worked the room, watching as she charmed the customers with her warm smile and flirtatious demeanor.
At first I was just another face in the crowd but as time went on our conversations began to grow. Jessica always laughed at my sarcastic wit and delighted in my appraisal of her morning 'suitors'. She would blush and giggle whenever I remarked about her 'other men', teasingly referring to me as her one and only.
I had become addicted to our little encounters and found myself returning to the café in hopes of catching Jessica at the end of her shift. I was convinced she would think I was a stalker but was pleasantly relieved when she took to stopping by my table and sitting to chat. Our conversations always seemed to flow and Jessica never seemed to think twice about opening up to me despite our age difference.
I admit I had little in common with this bubbly eighteen year old and often found my thoughts drifting as the topic inevitably turned to her relationship problems. I would offer sympathetic responses even while my mind began concocting inappropriate fantasies about her full red lips. Sometimes I even found myself getting aroused as my eyes tried not to settle on the ample cleavage she was fond of showing. Once, as Jessica was leaving my table, I watched in amazement as she bent to tie her undone shoelace. Her tight jeans slid low and I felt my breath sharpen as the top of her ass came into view. I was stunned at how round her cheeks appeared and found myself mesmerized by the sight of the tiny pink thong that slipped between them.
That image would become the central theme of many a masturbation session as I later stroked my cock and thought of her. I didn't want to violate the trust that had formed between us but found I could no longer look at her without picturing her bent over in front of me. What would that ass look like as she got down on her hands and knees? How would those big round tits feel as I squeezed them tight and took her hot pussy from behind? God, I was starting to feel like the proverbial 'dirty old man'!
It was during another of our typical afternoon chat sessions that everything changed. I thought she was acting a bit more flirtatious than usual but chalked it up to my over active imagination. Her boyfriend had gone out of town and I listened as she talked excitedly about the plans she had made for the weekend.
'Maybe we should hang out,' I joked, expecting her usual 'little girl' giggle. She sat quietly for a moment and I suddenly felt very awkward. 'You can come by later if you'd like...I mean if you want...unless you have plans...' I sat dumfounded even as I scribbled down her address on a napkin and we made our plans for the evening. As I watched her walk away from the table, her hips swaying seductively, I found my mind filling with thoughts of her little pink thong.
The sun was just setting as I stood outside of her apartment gathering my nerve. What was I doing here? I was old enough to at least be her uncle...I felt like such an ass. Just an hour earlier I had been on the phone with my girlfriend telling her I was coming down with something and now, here I was, standing on the porch of some eighteen year old waitress whom I barely even knew.
I knocked softly on the door half hoping she wouldn't hear me. My pulse quickened as I heard her approaching from the other side of the door. 'Hey you!' I was caught off guard as Jessica threw her arms around me. I hugged her tight for a moment keenly aware of her large breasts pressing against my chest. 'Come on in.' She turned and I followed her into the kitchen, my eyes locked on the tiny skirt that came just below her ass. I could see the outline of her thong panties as her round cheeks bounced in front of me. She offered me a glass of wine and giggled sweetly when I joked about her underage drinking.
'You aren't gonna tell are you?' She smiled that coy little smile and I suddenly became aware of how alone we were. Her tiny skirt was complimented by a tight pink halter-top that struggled to contain her voluptuous breasts. 'Nice pictures,' I stammered turning and gazing like an idiot at the refrigerator door. It was plastered with pictures of her and her boyfriend. She delighted in telling me where each one was taken and I did my best to comment appropriately. I was finding it hard to concentrate as she was standing so close to me. I couldn't keep my eyes from fixing on her breasts as they strained against the thin material that kept them from bursting free. I found myself leaning in closer as I went to kiss her neck. 'Let's go sit down!' She pulled away from me and headed towards the living room and I followed behind her sheepishly.
Why had I done that? I was kicking myself for making an advance when she probably wasn't even attracted to me. Here I was in my thirties acting like some stupid college kid!
I started thinking I should be home with my girlfriend as I sat down on the couch next to Jessica. That thought quickly faded though as her skirt rose up high over her soft, tanned thighs. Was she talking about her boyfriend again? I smiled and nodded even as I willed her skirt to rise just a bit higher. Was she wearing that little pink thong? God her legs looked so soft!
She was moving around the room now looking for a video. 'You'll love this movie. God, where is it?' I hadn't heard the title and couldn't have cared less at that moment. I could feel my penis starting to swell up against my thigh as I watched her kneel down and search through her movie collection. Her skirt was low on her hips and I could see the pink straps of her thong. Oh God, she was wearing the thong! How many times had I pictured that sweet round ass bent over in front of me?
'Here it is!' Jessica turned to show me the movie, grinning widely, her tits about to fall right out of her top. Was she really that excited about the stupid movie? Maybe I had this all wrong.
She sat back down next to me, her skirt rising and her breasts jiggling. It seemed the smell of her was filling the room. I could almost feel my mouth watering as I thought of how nice her pussy must look in that thong. The thick outline of my cock pulsed against my thigh as the movie began.
'Fuck this stupid movie!' I thought to myself as I looked over at her. God, she looked so young outside of the cafe...what was I doing? I wanted to reach out and rip off that little top. All I could think of was pulling those tits out and wrapping them around my hard on.
