(A Dylan James Story)
Dylan pulled his big F150 pickup into the empty parking spot in front of the small city park in Ojai. He had just driven up from LA by the back route coming through Moorpark, Fillmore and Santa Paula on his way to join up with the 101 just south of Santa Barbara. It was one of his favorite drives and always relaxed him as he left the hectic pace of LA.
He had stopped for lunch at the pizza place at the bottom of the hill just outside of Ojai, but the all morning fuck-a-thon with Cat had left him little drained and he wanted to stretch his legs. Besides he loved walking up and down Ojai's covered shopping district. It was so small that you could see it all in about 5 minutes. It was just a different world up here, slower-paced and laid back. As a matter of fact, it was 2PM and there wasn't a sole on the street except for him.
He stopped to look at the clothes in the window of the small mom & pop department store that had been here as long as he could recall. Further down there would be that tacky gift shop with all the glass figurines in it. That place just made him laugh. Dylan continued to drift down the street looking and window shopping. He stopped in front of an interesting window and gazed for a few moments. There was something about the place that made him want to go in.
It was pretty dark inside and it took a moment for his eyes to adjust from the bight glare outside. When his eyes had finally adjusted, Dylan found himself in a small combination bookstore/gift shop. There was no one inside the store except a cute young girl behind the counter reading a magazine. She looked up at Dylan and smiled at him, then retuned to her magazine. The store was a pretty small one with an eclectic mix of books on different subjects and out of the ordinary gifts. All in all, a very strange shop to be in Ojai Dylan thought to himself. As he moved deeper into the store, he could feel the girl glancing at him.
Dylan was something to glance at for sure. He stood 6'2" and about 210 with dark hair and great blue eyes that made most women weak in the knees. He was wearing tight jeans and cowboy boots, and a tight t-shirt that showed off his well developed chest, and cut biceps and forearms. In a word, he was a stud.
As he glanced through some book on Celtic Runes, the girl got up and moved toward the back of the store giving Dylan a really good chance to check her out. She was not just cute, she was very cute. She was blond with medium length hair. Her tight bare midriff top showed off her small but perky breasts very nicely. She was wearing a very short flip skirt that bounced in a very sexy way when she walked. She was tanned and had great long legs. She looked to be about 19 and maybe 5'8" tall. In fact, she was better then cute, she was a fox.
She returned from the back and as she passed Dylan, she smiled a killer smile at him. She returned to the counter, sat down and picked up her magazine once again. When she crossed her legs, Dylan caught a glimpse of her thighs all the way to her fork. He felt that familiar stirring in his groin. This girl was hot.
As he glanced back down at the book in his hand, he could not believe that he was really thinking about trying to pick this girl up. He had just fucked Cat within an inch of her life, not 4 hours before, powering her thru 6 orgasms before he came. He should be tired, done, over for the day, but hell he was on vacation. And all she could say was no. He put down the stupid book on runes and crossed up to the counter.
"Kinda slow today, huh?" Dylan asked. She looked up from her magazine.
"Yeah. No one has been in for hours."
"That must be boring. That is too bad. You have nice things here."
"Oh, it gets busy on the weekends; we get tourists from LA, but on weekdays - no one at all."
"Is this your shop?"
"No, but the owner is out of town, so I can make my own hours. Open and close when I want too."
"That is very convenient."
"Yeah it's cool. I get to do things, run errands. Stuff like that. So what are you doing today?"
"Well, I am one of those tourists from LA. But I am on vacation so I don't have to be anywhere and I can take all the time that I need to enjoy something I like."
"You up here with your girlfriend?"
"No, just traveling by myself"
"MMM, that must be nice. Excuse me a second," as she stood and walked to the back of the store.
Dylan was not sure how that had gone. She had asked all the right questions. She knew he was single and free with no timetable, and he knew that she was completely free to do whatever. Yet, somehow, it didn't go like he had thought. "Oh well, I will hang a couple of more moments," he thought.
She returned from the back. "I'm sorry. I had to call my mom and let her know that I would be home late. We got a shipment today and I have to inventory it. Oh look at the time - I need to close up now and get started.
Dylan was surprised. He thought it had gone better then that. "I better go then. "
"Oh no. I just need to lock up the front and move a couple of boxes to the back. Please stay, I haven't had anyone to talk to all day."
"Sure. I never deny a pretty woman anything."
"That is good to know."
The young girl moved from behind the counter and past Dylan toward to the front of the store. She locked the front door and crossed past him again brushing him ever so gently. She moved to a stack of small boxes in the corner. Dylan watched as the girl bent over and picked up a small box. Her short skirt slowly rode up her long tan thighs exposing the bright thong peeking out from between the cheeks of her firm young ass. She seemed to spend one moment too long trying to pick up the box as if making sure he saw her exposed ass. She stood up and turned to Dylan.
"If you want too, you can come back into the store room and keep me company. "
With that she walked past Dylan toward the back of the store and through a doorway. Dylan thought to himself, "Boy was I wrong. This is a slam dunk." And followed her to the back.
The storeroom was rather deep for such a small store with boxes and items stacked every where. The girl had already put the down the box she was carrying and was now holding a clip board and checking off items. Dylan leaned in the door frame. She looked up and gave him that killer smile.