Megan is a waitress at On the Border, she is 5′ tall with slender petite figure and small 30B breasts. I was finishing an early dinner, ” More coffee, sir?” I looked up at the girl standing next to me, jug in hand, lips slightly parted. I nodded slowly. ” Please.” I watched as she leaned forward, the neckline of her blouse falling forward to reveal a glimpse of white cotton bra. My eyes raked up towards her face, the full lips, the brown curls that fell around her face. God, she was cute. I had already noted the name scrawled across the badge on her chest. Megan: happy to help.

” Megan, isn’t it?” She looked up at me, surprised. ” I know you probably get this all the time, but I was wondering if I could take you out sometime?” She blushed furiously.
” I… we… we’re not really supposed to. Sorry.” She straightened up, smoothing down her pants with her free hand. I smiled. ” No, that’s cool. Understandable.” She almost returned my smile, I noticed — her lips quirked a little at any rate. I watched her walk away towards the kitchen and took a sip of my coffee. That small ass… I imagined sliding her pants and panties off then sliding a hand over her sweet little ass. Jesus. The things I could do to her.

I drank my coffee slowly, and signalled to another waitress to bring me the bill. I watched Megan run it through the computer, watched her bend and scrawl something across the receipt. She walked across to my table and presented the bill with a barely perceptible nod. I unfolded the paper, noted the figure, and then something else at the bottom — in what had to be Megan’s handwriting, the words ” I finish at 6. Pick me up?”
I counted out coins to cover my dinner. I dropped them neatly into the little silver tray, and carefully folded the bill into my pocket. As I left he nodded over to the waitresses behind the counter. ” Thanks, ladies. See you later.”

Six o’clock and I was sitting in my car in the restaurant parking lot, waiting for Megan to emerge. It has been way to long since I have been with a young attractive woman. The restaurant door swung open and she appeared, a hooded jacket pulled over her uniform, looking around anxiously. I stepped out of the car to signal to her. She ran across and came to a stop just in front of me, slightly out of breath. ” Hi.” I looked down at her. she was almost shaking. I had not realised before how little she was? I was a big guy, and she was tiny. I towered over her. ” Megan. Hi.” She smiled. ” I don’t even know your name.”
” Does it matter?” She laughed. ” Well, no. I suppose not.”

” Have a seat?” I gestured to the passenger side of the car. She nodded and went to get in as he slid back into the driver’s seat. ” How was the rest of your shift?” ” Okay. I suppose. I’d rather not talk about work.” ” What would you rather talk about?” She glanced shyly at me. ” I don’t know. You. How old are you?” ” Forty-Nine. How old are you?” ” Eighteen. Last week.” ” Do you have a boyfriend?” ” No.”

“Good.” She laughed at that, I leaned across her and in one swift movement pressed my mouth onto hers. She didn’t respond at first, after a couple of seconds her mouth moved in motion with mine, and her lips parted to allow my tongue to dip inside. I moved my hand onto her soft thigh, gently squeezing the flesh beneath my fingers. When I pulled away she was blushing again, her eyes locked onto mine. ” Would you like to come to my place, Megan?” She hesitated for a moment, and then nodded. ” Yes.”

I drove to the apartment in Turtle Creek, pulling in front of the building the valet took the car to park, leading Megan up the path to the front door and into the elevator. Entering the penthouse, I watched her slip off her shoes, and I took her jacket from her to hang up.
” The living room’s just through there. You go and make yourself comfortable and I’ll get us a drink.” I paused in the kitchen, I uncorked the bottle of wine and poured out into two wine glasses. When I carried them into the living room she was perched on the sofa, hands clasped in her lap.