He worked at a nearby business and a daily regular at Smokey's Diner, the type of customer who was every restaurant owner's dream. He never gave anyone trouble, ordered the same menu items, was friendly with the staff, and always left generous tips.
One waitress, Bobbie Jo, was his favorite. She was definitely his type. In a world of women who were diet-conscious and looked more like adolescent boys than "real" women, he found Bobbie Jo stunning. He guessed her dress size as a 14, maybe 16 maximum.
Bobbie Jo's curves didn't go unnoticed, and he always made a point of sitting in her section just to look at her, always lost in lustful thoughts about things he could do to her in bed...or maybe other places.
He remained friendly with other waitresses but always made a point to flirt with Bobbie Jo. Sometimes she looked down and blushed; other times she flirted back, often bemused as to why such an attractive man bothered with her when there were far more beautiful women working at the diner and probably had a gorgeous wife or girlfriend waiting for him at the end of each day.
Of course, he always left her a large tip, sometimes worth more than his lunch bill.
He sometimes sat the front counter and chatted with Smokey on Bobbie Jo's days off. During one of their conversations, he asked the jubilant owner about her. Did she live nearby? Was she married? Did she have a boyfriend?
"She lives about fifteen minutes from here," Smokey replied. "She ain't married and far as I know, she's not seeing anyone. Why, you interested?"
His blue-green eyes knowingly sparkled. "I may be."
"Well she's on tomorrow's schedule. Make sure you stop for lunch. She'll be working her regular section near the back rest rooms."
"Thanks, Smokey." He paid the check and left the usual tip. "I'll be in same time tomorrow."
***
He finally got up the nerve to make a move on Bobbie Jo one afternoon after he'd gotten off work early. He spotted her taking a break and heading toward the restrooms. He waited a few minutes before following her, focused on making at least one favorite fantasy about her come true.
***
She had finished freshening up in the ladies' room and prepared to leave when she heard someone turn the knob and gasped when she saw the face of her best customer enter and lock the door behind them.
His eyes fell on her and every bit of passion and desire he'd ever felt for her hit him in an instant. He studied every inch of her generous, full body. Her shoulder length black hair was put up, a few stray tendrils escaping and resting on the back of her neck.
As his eyes locked on hers, he stepped closer and continued to admire the beauty in front of him. The uniform she wore failed to conceal what he viewed as her true sensuality.
