I was, at some level, in love with Charlie. I wanted to suck his penis and have him fuck my ass, but as good as it made me feel, i didn't want strange Dick. Pussy on the other hand....
I got up and walked to the countee, passing the horny redneck who followed my ass with his eyes. I stopped in front of Lucy, who was putting à freshly washed stack of glasses away.
"I can't believe you remember us coming here years ago," I said.
"It's the hair," she confirmed. "And your mother was always so beatiful."
"People say I look like her."
"You do."
"So you think I'm beautiful?"
"Of course, hon," she said with a smile.
"I'm glad that you think so," i said, leaning over the counter. "Every time we come in here I just can't imagine why a woman as beautiful as you is still working here and not married to some hot, rich guy."
"T-that's sweet," she said, blushing. "But nobody wants all of this."
"I bet guys hit on you all the time," I told her, which I really did believe. "Try to touch your ass...or your legs."
I made a show out of running my eyes over her body. She didn't talk, only blushed darker.
"Do you think you could show me where the restroom is?"
"Sure...yeah," she said uncomfortably. She came out from behind the counter and led me into the dark hallway that led to the restrooms. When we got to the bathroom, which was out of sight of the counter she waved at the restroom door. "Here you go, hon."
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