Sit at the diner a bit longer

You decide there’s no rush to leave.

Instead of heading back to the mechanic shop or crossing the road to the bottle shop, you stay in the booth, nursing what’s left of your coffee and watching Kristen move around the diner.

She’s efficient, but there’s a softness to the way she carries herself. Every time she bends over a table to wipe it down, the loose pink uniform pulls tight across her ass and thighs. When she reaches up to grab something from a high shelf, the hem of her top lifts just enough to show a strip of soft skin above her skirt. You catch yourself staring more than once.

Around twenty minutes later, the little bell above the door jingles and two girls walk in.

They look about the same age as Kristen — late teens, maybe nineteen at most.

The first one is fit and athletic, with a tight, toned body. She’s got a noticeably round, perky ass that fills out her tiny denim shorts, which ride up high on her cheeks with every step. Her crop top is cropped short enough to show a flat, tanned stomach and the underside of her small but perky tits. Her dark hair is pulled up in a messy bun, a few strands sticking to the back of her neck from the heat. She moves with easy confidence, like she knows exactly how good she looks in those shorts.

The second girl is thicker, curvier, with a softer, fuller figure. She’s squeezed into a pair of skinny jeans that hug her thick thighs and round ass like a second skin, the denim stretched tight across her cheeks. Her low-cut top is struggling to contain her heavy tits — they look like they’re one deep breath away from spilling out. She has a pretty face with full lips and long wavy hair that falls over her shoulders. There’s a playful, slightly mischievous energy to her as she walks.

Both of them head straight to the counter where Kristen is standing. They lean in and start talking to her, voices low. You can’t hear what they’re saying from your booth, but you can see Kristen’s face clearly.

She glances over at you.

Then she points in your direction.

Both girls turn their heads at the same time. The fit one in the crop top raises her eyebrows and smirks. The curvier one in the low-cut top bites her lip and giggles, covering her mouth with one hand. Kristen says something else and they both laugh again, sneaking another look your way before turning back to her.

Whatever they’re talking about, it’s obviously about you.

The three of them keep chatting for another minute or two. The curvier girl keeps glancing over, her heavy tits shifting in her tight top every time she moves. The fit one leans against the counter, her round ass pushed out in those tiny shorts. At one point Kristen covers her face with both hands for a second, clearly embarrassed, which only makes the other two laugh harder.

Eventually the two girls order something to go and head back toward the door. As they leave, the fit one looks straight at you, gives you a slow once-over, and smirks. The curvier one bites her lip again and waves with her fingers before the door swings shut behind them.

Kristen stays at the counter, cheeks still pink, and busies herself with something that doesn’t need doing.

You now have a very strong suspicion those were two of the “girlfriends” who are supposed to be at the cabin tonight.