Hot Summer Nights, Forbidden Desire, and the Seductive Power of a Former Friend
It's 6:00 PM in the evening and I'm putting notes in the computer on our dealership database. It has been a pretty slow day and I am bored. I get up to stretch and go outside to light up. As I put my lighter in my pocket, I notice an old friend I used to work with pull up. She parks and walks over to me smiling.
"Hey, how are you?" Nicole asks as she walks towards me.
"Hello, pretty lady. Long time, no see. What brings you to see me?" I asked. Nicole advanced close to me and threw her arms around me. We always talked at Sagebrush, but never were hugging friends. "Wow, are you happy to see me or what? Good to see you to!"
"I need a car," she said. "I figured you would know how to take care of me," she said with a hint of sarcasm in her voice. I just stared at her. She looked great in her spaghetti strap top, scarf, and miniskirt. I could see my reflection in her sunglasses. I wondered what she was thinking and where she was looking. Her legs were shaven and shiny and she had on a pair of keds that showed obviously sweat lines across the toes. "You think you can help me?"
"I certainly hope so. You look great by the way. Always have." With that I finished my cigarette and flicked the butt as I opened the door for her.
"Don't litter!" she snarled and walked over and bent over to pick up the butt. She always big on Mother Earth and Earth Day and all that. As she bent over, her short skirt crept up her thighs and I swear I almost saw a money shot. As she stood up, the skirt stayed down a little bit and I could see the string sides of her yellow thong up on the edges of her hips. God she looked spectacular. She turned around to catch me looking. She smiled as she said, "Do you like what you see?"
"Always have, baby. Always have. You know when I first started working with you at the restaurant, I videoed your pretty little feet in flip flops as we sat talking that first Sunday morning. I watch it every now and then and check out your pics on face book. That is a great shot of you showing off the tat on your side of the Lupus ribbon. I just wish you would drop the shirt you are holding and show us the rest of you."
"Yeah, I bet you do. So you are still into feet?" She walked around the charger sitting on display in the showroom.
"But of course. The female foot is beautiful. And it is like I always have said, if a girl takes care of her feet and hands, she takes care of the rest of it," I replied. I grabbed her hand and massaged it in mine. "Well, I've seen your feet and your hands surely are smooth!" She leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. She sat in the car and her skirt slid up dangerously close to her yellow lingerie.
"So why do you like sweaty feet? I know you used to always rub Tara's feet and buy socks from silly girls at work at THE END
"Hey, how are you?" Nicole asks as she walks towards me.
"Hello, pretty lady. Long time, no see. What brings you to see me?" I asked. Nicole advanced close to me and threw her arms around me. We always talked at Sagebrush, but never were hugging friends. "Wow, are you happy to see me or what? Good to see you to!"
"I need a car," she said. "I figured you would know how to take care of me," she said with a hint of sarcasm in her voice. I just stared at her. She looked great in her spaghetti strap top, scarf, and miniskirt. I could see my reflection in her sunglasses. I wondered what she was thinking and where she was looking. Her legs were shaven and shiny and she had on a pair of keds that showed obviously sweat lines across the toes. "You think you can help me?"
"I certainly hope so. You look great by the way. Always have." With that I finished my cigarette and flicked the butt as I opened the door for her.
"Don't litter!" she snarled and walked over and bent over to pick up the butt. She always big on Mother Earth and Earth Day and all that. As she bent over, her short skirt crept up her thighs and I swear I almost saw a money shot. As she stood up, the skirt stayed down a little bit and I could see the string sides of her yellow thong up on the edges of her hips. God she looked spectacular. She turned around to catch me looking. She smiled as she said, "Do you like what you see?"
"Always have, baby. Always have. You know when I first started working with you at the restaurant, I videoed your pretty little feet in flip flops as we sat talking that first Sunday morning. I watch it every now and then and check out your pics on face book. That is a great shot of you showing off the tat on your side of the Lupus ribbon. I just wish you would drop the shirt you are holding and show us the rest of you."
"Yeah, I bet you do. So you are still into feet?" She walked around the charger sitting on display in the showroom.
"But of course. The female foot is beautiful. And it is like I always have said, if a girl takes care of her feet and hands, she takes care of the rest of it," I replied. I grabbed her hand and massaged it in mine. "Well, I've seen your feet and your hands surely are smooth!" She leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. She sat in the car and her skirt slid up dangerously close to her yellow lingerie.
"So why do you like sweaty feet? I know you used to always rub Tara's feet and buy socks from silly girls at work at THE END
