Burger Girl
The woman was tall, clad in khakis and a red polo with the words Kings Burgers emblazoned across the front in jet black. Her short, brown, curly hair was an attempt at a bob style but the curls misbehaved and were always askew one way or another. I looked at her and couldnt help but stare. Those curves were in all the right places. Her breasts were plump and full and her legs were long and slender. But mostly, it was that sensuous and kissable mouth and those deep dark eyes that haunted me.
I was in another world, staring at those lips, those eyes and suddenly realized they were staring back at me. Oh, it was my turn. Ill have a #3 special and a large Root Beer to go. I stumbled, blushing hideously bright red.
She smiled that gentle smile she had and said, Ok, thats a #3 special with a large Root Beer? Would you like onion rings or fries with that? Her hand grazed mine which I didnt realize was even in the window area of the ordering booth. My skin burned hot with passion I didnt realize I felt so intensely.
Fries, I though. Id like so much more than fries from you, lady. Then with horror I looked up and thought, she can read my thoughts! Then the realization came, No, you idiot! You just said that out loud!
Red like a burning bush, I took my fries, my #3 special and my large root beer and decided to sit at one of the local tables outside King?s Burgers. There was an umbrella up over the table to ward off birds and extra sun someone may not desire. I was munching down my burger and as I finished I saw the curly beauty from inside the burger joint. She was standing behind the counter, elbows propped holding her chin, and she was staring directly at me. She smiled and held up an empty French fry container in the air. I thought she was just making a toast. So, I held mine up too, and subsequently dumped them all over my head. As I was picking up the fries to dump them in the garbage I found a card on the ground. I picked it up to look at it out of curiosity. Katie Kindle was the name on the card. I turned it over and saw a phone number with the written words, Call me if you want fries with that.
I was stunned. Then a smile crept across my face and I felt my face was glued that way for hours.
That night I picked up my cell and breathed deeply and dialed the numbers on the card 5-7-8-5-6-0-2. It rang once. Twice. I hung up. Shes not going to answer silly, I said to myself. My phone rang really loudly and then I realized it was still up to my ear. I hit the Send button to connect, wondering, Who is calling me at this hour?
I am, silly. You hung up on me. A husky female voice said into the phone.
Damn it! I did it again? Thought out loud? I, uh, who is this?? I stuttered hesitantly, not having the foggiest idea who it was or who I,uh, hung up on. oh my god, she called me back!
This is Katie. You called my number and then hung up. So, I was wondering if I might come in?
Come in? I peeked through the curtain of my front door and there she was sprawled out on my porch swing talking to me, with her gorgeous curls bouncing as she laughed when she saw the curtain part. Yes, come in, she said.
You can come anytime, my dear, any time. I thought and with relief knew she didnt hear that thought this time. Yes, Im sorry. Where are my manners? Come, Katie, come. I said hurriedly.
She smiled at me bemusedly, and cocked her head to the side to look at me. What did you just say? She said so softly, sensually I wanted to kiss her.
I thought in horror, what DID I say? I said, come in. She just laughed, shook her head and went through the door into my living room. She lay down on the couch and looped her long, luscious legs over the end of my couch. I stood over her, looking down at those supple lips, those dark eyes and before I could stop myself, I ran my fingers through her hair, so soft and curly, yet fine and shiny. My fingers trailed down her arm and across her snug jeans to trail along those beautiful legs.
What are you doing? she asked, as my fingers poised for another itinerary across her lovely body.
What are you doing here? I asked. If not for this?
She grabbed me by my loose necktie and pulled me down to her face where I saw her exquisite features close up. With my face so close to hers, the only thing natural to do was plant my lips upon hers. I pressed my lips to hers which were surprisingly soft, and so moist and felt her tongue press against my lips and my lips parted like the Red Sea to let all the Israelites, or in this case the Kindle-ites, to pass through. My lips truly became the road to Paradise. We kissed for what seemed like hours, though it was only the beginning.
I knew it was only the beginning, that is, when I felt her body first, and then her hands graze my breasts. My nipples grew hard and warm and tight from merely a slight brushing of the skin. I thought it at first accidental. Then I looked into her eyes and was sucked in like a car into a sinkhole. I fell down and down as her body closed around me.
She ran her hands up and down my arms and over my chest area and gradually unbuttoned my button-down shirt its full length. I had a tank underneath it though and she slid her hands along my sides, scrunching up the tank to my neck, exposing my bra and my breasts beneath. With a gentle motion I sat forward and she flicked the tank top off my body. My bra just happened to be the front closure kind. Little resistance there. She with a singular motion unsnapped my bra and my breasts lay there, perky, waiting, and hard as a celery stalk.
Her soft luscious lips grazed my nipples and they hardened even more. The only thing she was unaware of was the effect she had in other places, or at least I thought she was unaware. Her full mouth was full of my breast, sucking, pulling, kissing in a single graceful maneuver and her hands were touching the other breast in a similar sucking, pulling, kissing movement. Then as her mouth continued to make love to my breasts, first one, then the other, her hand reached downward and finding my zipper grappled with it and moved it south. Her hands, long, thin fingers and soft palpable flesh, flipped the button through the hole and fished through the zipper and under panties til they felt skin. My skin burned hot at her touch, but not the hot that says, stay away, but the hot like a shower, where you only want more. My kitty was smooth to the touch, not an ounce of hair to bar passage to the right sailor. And she dove deep. First to my special place, the only necessary place to get me to Paradise, and she stroked it with those long, silky fingers. She shifted her hands to my hips for a small second to remove excess clothing, and slip her body against mine til her mouth reached the destination. In diving deep she found me more than wet enough, more than succulent to the discerning taster. And her tongue found my special place and it licked and lapped and sucked and slurped as I got only wetter. Then she took those long fingers and inserted first one then two inside me and pumped me as she sucked my special place and I exploded both in my head and in my body, inside her mouth.
I couldnt move. I felt weak and totally exhausted. I lay there with her body astride mine. Done she asked?
Yeah I think so, I said. I started to sit up.
Those long thin hands gently pushed me down again. Her hands reached for my place again and stroked me gently, and then quicker and quicker and then her mouth came to my place and quicker and then I lost track of hands and mouth but it was faster and faster and inside me something more than fingers was going in and out, something with substance and volume. and oh, yeah, vibration too...Holy shit! is all I could say in my head or maybe it was aloud. At this point who cares, right? In and out and up and down my clit and then she bent her head and sucked and sucked and sucked on my clit with hardly a breath as the vibration turned up and the thrusting got harder? and I?m like What the Fucking Hell is this? as my body spasmed and spasmed and orgasmed and I screamed, HOLY FUCKING GOD!
I lay still. My body spent. I had never felt so wonderful in my life. She stood over me and smiled. Ive got to go now. Hope you had a great time. I know I did.?
But Katie, I never touched you. Can we do this again? I said weakly.
Thats ok. She said. And probably not. I dont think my boyfriend would approve.