1. The Small Town Country Gal


    Date: 6/18/2017, Categories: Quickie Sex, Author: CommunicationDirectr, Source: LushStories

    I was making my way back to Dallas from a business trip toeast Texas when I decided to stop off at a local country store in a very small town and grab a snack. As I pulled into the gravel-topped drive of the store, I noticed a fairly good looking gal walking down the sidewalk towards the same country store where I had just pulled into to park. I pulled up in front of the store about the same time she walked right in front of my car. I smiled as she looked my way and she smiled back. I love country gals who wear those real tight-fitting jeans and tight fitting shirts and this girl was no disappointment in this regard. She had an hour glass figure and long brown hair. I stepped out of my car and into the store. I could see my beautiful angel over by the soda dispensing fountain. I grabbed a cola from the cooler and made my way to the chip aisle. As I did, my country angel stepped on the same aisle. “Excuse me,” I said as I reached for a bag of chips. “You’re fine,” she replied, grabbing a bag of chips. Out of instinct, I scanned her left hand for a ring. There wasn’t one. I stepped to the side and allowed her to pay for her items, giving me another chance to get a good look at her tight little body. I guess she sensed I was sizing her up, because she glanced back at me and winked. “You’re not from round here are ya?” she asked as the clerk bagged her snacks. “Nah,” I replied, “Just passing through on my way back to Dallas.” “I used to live in Dallas,” she replied, stepping to ... the side, as the clerk rang up my snacks and I slid my debit card into the card reader. “I like it,” I nonchalantly replied. “So what do you do?” she inquired. “I’m a private investigator,” I replied matter-of-factly. “That so cool,” she replied. “I dated a guy years ago that was a private investigator. Have you ever heard of Paul DeBaggadio?” I had to admit, I did not know anyone by the name. The clerk bagged my snack and handed me the bag. “So do you live around here?” I asked as we walked out the front door of the store. “Yeah,” she replied, “about a mile down the road.” “Well, have a good one,” I replied, stepping towards my car. I was at a loss for words. She had a slight twang to her voice and I didn’t want to push the boundary of respect. “You too sugar,” she replied, as she stepped on to the gravel of the parking lot and towards to two lane roadway. I pulled up next to her just as she started walking the well beaten path in the grass next to the road. I rolled down my window and pulled up next to her. “Do you want a ride?” I asked. It was a pretty warm day. She didn’t hesitate to take me up on my offer, pulling open the passenger side door and slipping into the bucket seat next to me. “What’s your name?” she asked. “Rick,” I replied, as I turned on to the black top. “I’m Tammy,” she replied. “I really appreciate the ride.” “Where to?” I asked. “Anywhere you want,” she replied. I glanced in her direction. “I really don’t want to head back to the house,” she said, “I get ...
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