It was late as usual when I'd finished my 12-hour shift at work. Thankfully, it was Saturday, the last day of my week. I was in no particular hurry to get home, as my wife had gone out with a friend and my daughter was staying with her cousin. I decided to stop by a restaurant I'd wanted to try for some time to get some dinner. The place had a bar, so while I waited to be seated, I indulged in a beer, something I rarely do now that I've gotten older. When the waiter arrived, I asked for one of the corner booths, a habit I'd picked up from my not so legal days. He took me to one and it was just the way I liked it...my back was to a wall, and I could see all the exits from there. I sat down and relaxed, finishing my beer.
My food had just arrived, when she walked in. No, walked isn't the right word...she bounced in. She was attractive, with all the physical features I find sexy on a woman. She was thick, with huge tits and ass, and a small waist. She had a bit of a stomach, but not so much as to look sloppy. She looked to be about a size 18 or 20, with DDD-cup boobs that bounced with every step, since she couldn't be wearing a bra. She was wearing a red mini-dress...the kind that stopped at the waist, left the back and shoulders out, and fastened at the neck in a choker collar. She didn't look as though she was wearing any panty hose, as the light caramel complexion of her legs matched her exposed shoulders and arms. Even her feet were sexy, encased in a pair of classic style red "fuck-me" pumps.
I brought my attention back to her face and it took me several seconds to realize that she was sitting at the bar looking directly at me! I blinked and turned away, embarrassed to have been caught staring like that. Looking back at my food, I began to eat, putting all thoughts of "The Woman in Red" out of my head. After a few minutes, I felt a presence in front of me...I looked up and there she was, standing directly before me. "You don't remember me, do you?" she asked.
I looked long and hard into her beautiful face, framed as it was with long, silky black hair. She looked familiar, but I couldn't place her anywhere in my memory. "No, I'm afraid I don't." I said, feeling very guilty.
"I'm Sheila, your wife's cousin. We met earlier this year at the cookout at her grandfather's house." She said as she sat down across from me.
I thought back to that day, and sure enough, there she was. How could I have forgotten her, of all people? She shown up in a white halter top (no bra) and a pair of white shorts, which clearly showed her black thong underneath. Of course, the men stared, the wives frowned and I was giving a quick education on the "ho" as my wife referred to her. All the details of that conversation came back to me in an instant. She was 26, unmarried, with no children and a pure slut. She'd made no secret of the fact that she loved sex and would sleep with anything that had a dick. She was a nymphomaniac in the true sense of the word.
I was broken from my recollections by the sound of her voice asking my how my wife was doing. "She's fine." I replied. "So...what brings you back to this neck of the woods? Last I'd heard, you'd moved back to Baltimore..."
"I had...but my mom is sick, so I came back to help with her. She has cancer."
"That's rough. My father and grandfather died from it." Seeing that she was getting upset, I said "Would you like to join me for something to eat? I can be a great listener if you want to talk."
"Yes, I'd like that. Thank you." She said and hit me with a smile that would light up the heavens.
I called the waiter over and, while Sheila gave him her order, I asked him to put my food in a warmer and to bring it back when he brought hers. He left to carry out our instructions and we talked as we waited for the food.
When the food came, we grew silent, and enjoyed the meal. As I ate, I tried to steal glances at her breasts out of the corner of my eye. She must have caught me, because at one point, she looked down at her chest then back at me and smiled.
