The old fashioned drive in

About a mile away was an old drive in, one of the few holdovers from the 60's. The food wasn't so great, but they usually had some cute waitresses on rollerskates.

After finding his junky car, a 1990 sedan with peeling paint, Greg drove up and parked fairly far away from the building. There were only 2 other cars here right now, both parked at the opposite end. Greg wanted them to work for their tip.

"Can I take your order?" buzzed the old radio box.

"Yeah, I'll take a #2 combo." The voice responded with the total and Greg waited for his food to arrive.

After a few minutes, a good looking redhead skated out with his order. She was tall and skinny, and wasn't very agile on her skates. She went slowly to prevent from dropping the food. The girl looked to be in her late 20's, maybe 30 years old, with smallish pert breasts and a cute face. She was wearing deep red lipstick which was a bit much for a drive in waitress. As she rolled up to the window she attached the tray and said "That'll be 3.69." Her nametag identified her as 'Cindy'.

Greg looked at his hand and his ring again. "Would you like to join me, Cindy?" She chuckled and said "Sure".

She opened up the passenger side door and got in, quickly unbuckling her skates. Immedately she crossed her legs and started massaging her feet, already sore from her job. Cindy wasn't sure why, but suddenly she became very wet and excited, almost unbearably so. She let out a deep sigh as she rubbed her food, and swapped legs to work on the other one.

Greg moved his hand over and gently caressed her foot, occasionally rubbing his hand further and further up her leg. He looked deep into her eyes - she was now moaning audibly and was clearly aroused.

Cindy crawled from the passenger seat into the back, now giggling uncontrollably, and tugged at Greg's shirt sleeve. He obliged her and joined her in the back, where she pinned him to the seat and began kissing him. Her deep red lipstick rubbed off on his lips and face, but neither party seemed to care.

Reaching behind her, Greg cupped her firm little ass before slipping her shirt over her head. She wore a white bra over her small breasts, which Greg also undid. He moved his mouth onto her nipples, biting and sucking, as he continued grabbing her behind.

Cindy had one hand down the front of her pants, the other around Greg's neck as he suckled her breast. She was fingering herself rapidly, something she had done just a few hours earlier at home.

Suddenly, a voice crackled on the intercom next to Greg's car.