1. Fast Food Checkout Girl


    Date: 6/17/2017, Categories: First Time, Author: Crossfire307, Source: LushStories

    Many things probably combined on that day; midlife crisis, a sex life that started later than the average for the time, and a consistent track record of lovers significantly older than me. I was in a rare mood of self-confidence and snark. So when the very young girl behind the counter of the nights chosen fast food chain greeted me, and I felt that spark of possibility, I took extra notice. "Good evening sir, how may I help you?" she said politely. "With anything you want," I replied rather weakly. Ok, so self-confidence and snark didn't necessarily grant me any addition charm. She smiled and laughed slightly regardless, though, which only served to encourage me. I ordered some sort of combo and waited patiently for her to gather up the component parts. As she puttered back and forth, I looked her over more... thoroughly. To most guys, she would be average... young, and with all the benefits of youth... but average. Her hair was a dirty, light brown color, which to most women would serve as a base for something grander obtained from the local salon. It was long but pulled back in a severe ponytail that did nothing to help her somewhat round face. Her eyes were a very pale blue, almost grey color, and like her hair did little to stand out. Her breasts were an A cup, barely... I suspected she was the athletic type as her arms and legs also had a toned look to them, but that, again, could simply be youth. Her waist was not particularly thin, her stomach had a slight, but ... noticeable plumpness and her hips were also a bit too wide. When she started to fill a brightly colored cardboard container with fries, she turned and I quickly forgot about her hips. Her ass was glorious, large, round, plump, and easily her best feature. As my gaze lingered, she turned and looked over her shoulder at me and got me red-handed as it were. But rather than an upturned nose or a dismissive toss of her head and hair, she smiled with all the snark I had just imagined I had. She finished bagging up my order and came back to the counter and ran my credit card. "Thank you sir, please come and see us again soon," she quipped with that same snarky smile. "Well, I'll definitely come back to see you again," I quickly responded with a wink. I started patronizing that particular fast food chain weekly, and eventually twice a week. Our conversations were always brief, but playful and flirtatious. I worried she was too young, that I was old enough to know better, but I never stopped, and eventually I learned she was 18, almost 19. Each visit ratcheted up the tension between us, and the banter went from playful to aggressive, and that spark grew to a smoldering fire. Then, after three months and a week, she was gone. I asked the supervisor and learned she had quit as she was graduating soon and moving on to college. The pang of guilt hit me then... a high school student... maybe it was better she was gone before that tension was broken by something we might regret. I still visited ...
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