As soon as I saw her walk thru the door I know I had to have her.
It was 1997 and I was in my late 20s and having experienced the 80s I had had A LOT of sex!
Brenda was tall and slim with perky tits and a tight ass. I had been given the privilege of training her at the restaurant we worked at. We worked our shift and got along great. Every chance I got I'd move in close to her and smell her hair while lightly brushing her ass.
We finished the shift and I asked her if she'd have a beer with me at our local down the street. She agreed.
We chatted for a couple of hours and got to know each other and every so often I'd steal a glance at her firm high riding boobs. We started to get a little "relaxed" and our knees began to touch as we became more comfortable with each other.
She excused herself to go use the pay phone (cell phones were virtually non-existent in those days) and since I had to piss I went downstairs after her. When I returned from the restroom she had just hung up the phone.
"Who were you talking to?" I asked.
"My boyfriend." She replied.
"Excuse me?" I uttered, rather shocked by her response.
"We've been over for a while but he's got money, so I hang around".
I pondered her statement for a few seconds and decided it didn't matter; I just wanted to fuck this chick.
"Cool" was all I said.
We got back up to the bar and she ordered a couple of bourbons which we shot down quickly and continued our lust filled conversation.
Out of no where she put my hand on the stool she's sitting on in front of me and begins to slowly grind her crotch against my knuckles.