Ch. 52: Cassie’s Got Big Ones

Chapter 52:

Cassie’s Got Big Ones



I found myself alone and it wasn’t even 10 a.m. yet. I’d enjoyed jacking off first thing, then coffee, then a throat fuck, and finally got to fuck a tight asshole. My day seemed complete already.

I spent the next couple of hours tending to routine maintenance items on the boat. Cleaned a couple of filters, filled the wet-cell batteries, checked the motor oil. As it was now mid-day, it was time to seek out some lunch. I gathered my things and walked down the dock to the road. I could see mostly houses one direction and some businesses the other. I headed that way.

As I walked along, I smoked a joint in celebration of the excellent morning I had experienced. Feeling no pain, I spied a diner and went in. A classic, Florida diner. All the counter stools were taken so I slid into an empty booth.

As I surveyed the menu, an attractive woman, complete with apron and name tag approached. She was in her early 40’s, had pleasant looking love handles and enormous boobs. Her light brown hair was shoulder length and her eyes were hazel, with a definite twinkle to them. Mischievous, I thought.

But her rack commanded all the attention. It was easily one of the biggest racks I had ever seen outside of implants. And, by the way these were bouncing around, they appeared natural. I had a hard time trying to estimate but they could easily have been a 40EE. It was hard to keep from staring at them.

I tore my eyes away from her chest to read her name tag: Cassie. “You’ve stared at my chest long enough. Time to look at the menu and tell me what you want” she growled at me. With a smile and a bright but sarcastic voice I replied “Nice to see you, too, Cassie. What can you recommend?” “It’s a fucking diner, dude. You want coffee and a piece of pie? How about a hamburger? Or maybe go all out and have the steak and eggs. It’s up to you but make it quick. I get off at 1. Only another hour to go.”

“Gosh, I didn’t know it would be that complicated” I snarled back at her. “I’ll have a hamburger, medium, fries and a small salad, please.” As she twirled around I called “Oh, and a coffee, if it’s not too much trouble!” As she spun around, her oversized boobs swayed considerably under her loose shirt as if they were trying to escape.

A short while later, Cassie brought my burger and fries with a small cardboard cup of cole slaw and my coffee. She put them down, giving me a pleading look. “I’m sorry sir, we don’t have salads, just cole slaw. And I didn’t mean to be so short with you before. I apologize. I just got reamed out for something that wasn’t my fault and that I have no control over. Ah, well. C’est la vie.”

Her tone was apologetic and she seemed genuinely sorrowful. “That’s okay, Cassie. I understand. We all have our moments, don’t we?” “You can say that again” she replied.

I finished eating just before 1 and Cassie stopped by my table to clear my dishes and leave the check. “Thanks, mister. Hope to see you again when I’m having a better day. I’m a school teacher by day. Only grind away here at nights and on Saturdays. These Saturdays are a bitch.” “Thanks, Cassie. Sorry you had a bad day.”

“Well, shit happens. Guess I’ll just go home and start day drinking. Nothing better to do and it’ll help me drown my sorrows.”

“Hey, I’m new here, just came in on my boat down at the marina. I’ve got nothing to do. Maybe I could help you drown those sorrows. Especially if there’s day drinking guiding us.” She folded her arms under her giant rack, pushing them up prominently, tilted her head and examined me. Her hazel eyes got that twinkle back, a mischievous look in them, and you could almost hear the wheels slowly grinding in her head as she weighed the alternatives.

As we walked around back to her car, my mind was flowing.