Intro: The exploits of a man whose given name fit him perfectly, Randy, and he certainly was that. He was a high-school history teacher and coach until he hit the lottery and retired early at 52. While he was not averse to returning flirtatious quips from the girls in his classes, he did avoid giving in to the urge, telling the more enticing of them to, "come see me after you graduate." Some did, but these stories deal with his life after hitting it big and building two houses; one along a river bluff 45 miles inland from the Atlantic Ocean and another on a secluded portion of the Northern Outer Banks, both equipped with playrooms. And he still had over a hundred million to spare. All characters are 18+ years of age. All stories can stand alone, but reading the series gives added insights and descriptions as it unfolds.
Synopsis: Hispanic waitress rides out hurricane
Author Note 1: This story has a lot of setup before it gets to any sex, mainly due to the hurricane aspect of the story. There are some aspects of sexual tension sprinkled through-out the setup, but if a long story before sex isn't your thing, be forewarned.
Author Note 2: The subject of this story is bi-lingual, I am not. Like the male in the story, the only foreign language I took in school was English. I speak Southern. I did the research on the Spanish/English translations used in the story, but there are bound to be some that are in error as far as conversational Spanish. As I proofread and rechecked things, I found several different means of saying the same thing from different sources. I tried to go with the most common wording I found, but if there are errors, my apologies.
September, 2017 - OBX house
It was the Wednesday of the last week of August and one of the 24-hour television weather channels was blaring incessant warnings. Randy sipped his morning coffee and watched. He knew that if he watched long enough to go through a shift change, that eventually one of the new anchors would contradict a previous one. A thought that always occurred to him in these instances formed again in his mind, 'I wonder how much stock these folks own in Lowes Hardware and Home Depot.'
He switched channels to the less well-known national weather channel, the one that focused entirely on actual weather, and considered what supplies he needed. There was a hurricane on the way. The forecast indicated it would most likely not get higher than a Category 1, but he knew that any storm was serious. Even so, he suspected that the folks on television always tended toward the worst-case scenario just to prompt people to be prepared. No one would ever accuse him of being a Boy Scout, but he always tried to be prepared for the unexpected. He typed the list he had ticked off in his head into the Notes app on his phone and headed off to pick the stuff up.
Randy had been on the island for only two days, but did not curse his luck. He knew when he had left to come up here that the storm was a possibility. Growing up and living almost his entire life where North Carolina hung its ass out in to the Atlantic, he had a lot of experience with these storms, and it had to be a high Cat3 to get him to even think about evacuating. He would ride this one out just like he had many others.
He drove around in his pick-up to get the supplies and once the job was completed, decided to stop at his favorite upscale restaurant for lunch. 'No telling how long places will be closed after the storm,' he thought to himself in justification.
He greeted Diane, the Puerto Rican hostess, her pearly white teeth contrasting with the light mocha tone of her skin. She was early forties, about 5'4" with a trim, but full figure. She had chocolate eyes and brown hair that was long, thick, and very curly.
She turned to him at the table and smiled, her left hand extended to his chair.
"Here you are Randy, as usual, Maria will be your waitress. Enjoy," and he again noticed the tattoo of the infinity symbol inside her wrist as he thanked her.
The young Hispanic waitress arrived a minute later, pushing back the blonde highlights that had escaped the bun in her brown hair. Maria was not her typical cheerful self. He ordered his lunch and when she returned with his sweet tea, he inquired what was wrong.
She had grown accustomed to Randy engaging her in playful conversation. She was comfortable with him and explained that she was worried because she wasn't sure how well the cheap place she was renting would stand up in the storm. She then told him that she "needed to work, must work, had to work" until after Labor Day to make enough money for college back in California.
Briefly he wondered, for probably the tenth time that summer, what a California girl was doing on the Outer Banks of North Carolina. But he let the thought pass once more as he could tell that she was afraid of the storm coming in and how it would shut down business and threaten her living space. He wanted to reassure her, but couldn't, as her fears were well-founded.
After Maria left to put in his order, Randy saw Diane seating a couple nearby. He motioned her over.
"Yes, is there a problem?"
"Oh, no, everything's fine. Tell me about Maria. She seems like a good gal. Has she stayed out of trouble this summer?"
"Yes. She's excellent. Why do you ask?"
"Well, she has always been perfect as a waitress; so, I was just wondering about her education and how the storm was going to affect her finances, that's all. I might be inclined to help her, as long as I thought the money would be well spent."
"She is young Randy, and we both know how being young was, but I can assure you that if you helped her, it would be money well spent."
"Thanks Diane. Appreciate the candor."
When Maria returned with his lunch, Randy decided to be benevolent. He wasn't really looking to fuck her, although she was a nice little package, he was just trying to be helpful in a situation of stress.
"Maria ... you know, I have a house that is very sturdy. It was built to withstand storms just like this. It has a guest room that you could use through the duration if you'd like. You might be more comfortable there if your current living arrangement is causing you anxiety."
Wariness showed on her face.
"I don't know," and she paused in thought, "You've been nice and all, but I don't really know you."
"That's understandable. Don't do anything you aren't comfortable with. But the offer has no conditions. Nothing will happen that you don't want to happen. The guest room is on the front-side of the house. It has its own bathroom and is pretty much separated from the rest. You would have as much privacy as you desired. Plus, I've been through these things all my life. I know what's coming."
The tiny girl was pensive before she replied. "Thanks, I'll think about it," and she smiled at him nervously as she left for her other tables.
Randy watched her depart. He knew she was of Mexican descent and thought she was here legally just from his interactions with her. In conversations her speech was always tinted with the hint of a Hispanic accent. From what she had told him about her schooling he figured she was around 21 years old. She had a tight little brown body at 5'1" and no more than a hundred pounds with just a hint of baby fat that was barely noticeable.
She was almost flat-chested, barely an A cup, but her nipples would get nice and hard, as he had noticed on several occasions when the air conditioning in the restaurant had been ramped up. She also had a good little bump to her backside, 'wide and round for her frame,' he thought as it disappeared from his vision.
'You're a lecherous old man,' he thought to himself as he picked up his shrimp burger, 'Nothing will happen that you don't want to happen. Yeah, right.'
Maria made her way back to her station. While she made up a drink order for another table, she thought about her non-existent options. The ground floor apartment she had rented was backed up to a small creek. She had never experienced a hurricane. All sorts of disaster filled her mind and she was scared. But dare she take the older man up on his offer? She felt out of sorts and didn't really know what to do as she put the glasses on a tray and made her way to the appropriate table. The offer remained foremost in her mind as she went about her job. Then she went and spoke to Diane about her dilemma.
Fifteen minutes later, when she brought Randy his check, she asked, "Um, were you serious about me staying at your place?"
He tried to smile reassuringly, "Yes Maria, I was."
She breathed out a sigh, "Then yes. I'd like to take you up on it. This thing has me scared shitless." She immediately realized what she had said and her hand came to cover her mouth.
Randy smiled as she launched into an apology.
"It's fine Maria, no need to apologize, I've heard the word before. Said it myself upon occasion. Now, do you have a car?"
