The Usa Diner

I've got a regular routine, well actually I've got a regular, boring life. I get up in the morning, and I go down to the USA Diner for breakfast and sit in the corner window booth with some coffee and goof around on my phone or read the newspaper that they always have kicking around in there. I have their American Special, which is fried eggs and bacon, hash browns and toast, and I'll work on a cup of coffee into the afternoon usually. Sometimes somebody I know will stop in but generally it's mighty quiet after the initial breakfast rush, people on their way to work.

Donna's the waitress. She's also got a regular boring life, about as bad as mine. Well of course she works this dump, so maybe my life is a little better. Everybody in town knows her, she's nice enough to everybody, and nice enough looking. Nothing to get excited about but what I'm saying is, she's a nice chick. She keeps my cup full.

Most days by the time they close in the afternoon it's just her and me and Jorge in the back, the cook. He keeps a low profile, sometimes I hear him back there on the phone. He's a decent guy too but I don't know him very well. Between my Spanish and his English it's kinda hard to chitchat, you know? So anyways, Donna and me are kinda friends, she's told me a little bit about her life and I've told her a few stories but not all of them, if you get my drift.

So I'm going to skip to the interesting part, okay? I was sitting in the booth scrolling through my phone, actually I was looking at a web site I like called Sidewalk Sluts dot com. Yeah I know it sounds bad, whatever, get over it. I'm a grown-up and I ain't bothering anybody.

This web site is mostly girls walking around in public naked or at least with their clothes falling off them. There's something about that I like, regular girls parading around like everything's hunky-dory except their tits are showing. People in the videos don't know what to do, they mostly either stare or look away. Now and then some guy will say something and that will teach you a lesson, guys, it just makes them look like assholes.

I'm not sure what I like about that kind of behavior. Of course you can get absolutely naked women on the Internet, and models posing in whatever kind of git-up you can imagine. But these nice, normal, innocent-looking girls are walking around, looking like it's just a normal day but that normal day is boiling over with their sexuality. Course you're supposed to believe this, but I do think they're mostly for real. Most of them are not beauty queens or strippers or anything, they are what you call girl-next-door types and it is really kind of cool to me to walk around town and when I see a girl or a woman I can imagine that maybe her clothes are about to slip and she is going to share her inner smoldering passion with a stranger on the street. Which, hopefully, is me. I keep my eyes open, watching for that. These girls are like volcanos here and there on the earth's surface that erupt sometimes to remind us that this cold world is actually burning hot inside. You just don't usually see it.

So, the reason you are reading this at Literotica and not Reader's Digest is that I was scrolling through the videos and there was a girl who looked a lot like the waitress, Donna, and it started me thinking. Her hair was nicer than Donna's and she was dressed kind of nice, in a little skirt and a kind of short top that kept riding up over her boobs while she walked around town. I looked at the picture and I looked at Donna, and I suddenly saw her in a different light.

Imagine if my boring friend Donna, the lady who waits tables and stares out the window all day, was actually a firecracker under all that. Imagine if she steps out of her boring routine sometimes and goes around with her skirt blowing up for happy strangers and her nipples pushing out of her top. See, that's what I'm saying, these stupid Internet videos make me think that regular girl-next-door women might be simmering sexual volcanos, wearing a disguise of normality. It makes the world a better place, compared to a world full of cold, unfeeling prudes who are like that all the way through.

I had my feet up on the opposite seat, leaning back, working on a cup of coffee, scrolling through the videos, and Donna came over to top me off. She leaned over in her ugly apron and said hi howya doing and I imagined for a second that she had this secret life. But I didn't say anything, of course, if a girl wants to be a prudish little nobody that's okay with me, and anyway I'm not a nut, I was pretty sure that somebody like Donna had never once in her life even imagined that something like this exists. She walked slowly back to the counter and I looked her over, enjoying the view a little bit for the first time.

The girl on the Internet was named Molly. I'm sure they don't use their real names, but I was kind of getting a kick out of how much she looked like Donna, who in real life was standing right there at the counter looking out the window at nothing. Just thinking, like she always does. I guess I do that too, like that song said, "You may say I'm a dreamer," well I'm not the only one. Donna's one, too, I can tell.

In one video this Molly was wearing a little skirt that didn't actually cover anything. I guess her pussy was sort of hidden, from the front, that's about it. Fucking legs up to here, man. I'm watching this and I'm thinking, I wish somebody like that would walk past me sometime. But it never happens.

I watched a few more videos of Molly and suddenly I got a jolt. She was walking right past the EZ Bowl. I mean, our EZ Bowl, over in Slow Creek, about twenty miles from here. I used to bowl in that place, back when I had money, I know what the fucking place looks like. So there's this Molly, she's got a little see-through blouse on and she was walking past the EZ Bowl looking like everything's normal and natural, a pair of nice but not real big tits bouncing entirely visible as she walks along nonchalantly. Sometimes the camera would show guys on the sidewalk doing a double-take or turning around to watch her pass. Everybody was cool but you could see they were enjoying the show and were thankful to her for it.

I scrolled through a few more trying to get a better look at her face. Molly wasn't one of those ones who try to keep the camera away from their face or let their hair hang in the way, or worse sometimes they blur their face, but it was hard to find a good clear shot. While I was scrolling through the videos I saw one with a building in the background that I'm sure was the Emerald Bank building in Slow Creek; that thing has been there since the Depression and it has always looked just the same for a hundred years, literally. So, brilliant detective that I am, I deduced that Molly was a local girl from around here somewheres.

I finally found a good scene with her face and I stopped the video to look at it. This girl was wearing a little makeup, and she had her hair done in a kind of ponytail thing that looked pretty good on her. Big earrings, some lipstick. I held up the phone where I could see Donna in the background and Molly on my phone, and compared their faces. And, man, I tell ya, they looked very similar. And I thought, how many girls in this very county look like that, huh? Not very fucking many. What's the chances that this Molly is actually Donna, the boring little USA Diner waitress? Looking closely I'd say the chances were very, very high.

My first instinct was to give Donna some shit, like "Hey I saw you on the Internet the other day, nice tits." But come on, we're friends, I mean I was surprised as hell but if somebody's going to go out and brighten up the world, at least it's somebody I know, you know? In all my life I never would have guessed that Donna would be doing something like that, but the thought of it brought me joy.

After another half hour she poured me another cup and I stopped her. She probably figured I wanted cream or something. I said, "Hey Donna, sit down a second, would you?"

She plopped down in the booth facing me. She's not supposed to do that, but I was the only customer and old Mister MacEhay had left for the day. "What's going on, Doc?" she asked me.

I hesitated a few seconds. "Well look, Donna, I don't want to get too personal or anything, but uh I was looking on the Internet the other day" (I don't know why I lied about that part, I guess it just would have sounded weird to say I was watching Sidewalk Sluts videos in her diner) "and I uh noticed somebody who looked a little bit like you."

I saw her throat move as she swallowed. "Yeah, and what was this person doing?"

"They were uh, well if it was actually you then you'd know what they was doing."

She looked me over with a calm but kind of attempted-disgusted-looking expression. "So you think you saw me on the Internet?"

"Naw," I said, "It probbly wasn't you, it was just somebody who looked like you. A little."

"Can you show me? Do you have it on your phone?"

"Oh no," I said. "I don't remember where it was." I could tell she knew I was lying.

There was a pause as she considered the situation. "Well, Doc, I'll tell you, but you gotta keep this to yourself. Not a soul, promise?"

"Sure." I nodded.

"I know what you're talking about," she said. "It was over in Slow Creek wasn't it."

I nodded again.

She looked me in the eye and said, "Yeah, that's me," she said with a sigh. "I guess I knew somebody'd figure it out, at least I'm glad it was you."

"Wow," I said. "I love your videos."

"You do?"

"Are you kidding?" I said. "Of course I do. What do you think I am?"

"Uh, a pervert," she said, smiling. "'Cept I didn't know it till now."

"Hey, wait a minute," I joked. "I never would've guessed you would do something like that."

"That's me, goody two shoes," she said with an eye-roll.

"Well that's how you seem."

"Sure," she said. "Just a hard-workin' girl with a bunch of bills to pay."

"Anyways," she said. "It's not like I'm doing anything wrong, just walking around minding my own business."

"True," I agreed, "You're just walking around." I took a sip of coffee. "So do you make some money doing that?"

"Honest," she said, "I do better on tips in this joint. I don't do that for the money."

"So why do you do it?"

She shrugged like she wasn't going to answer me, then changed her mind. She looked at me defiantly. "It's fun," she said. "I've loved teasing the boys since high school. I just didn't do it for a few years is all."

"High school?"

"Well it was all very tame but you wouldn't believe the stuff we used to wear to school. Those poor boys didn't know what hit 'em. I loved that. We all straightened up, including me, of course, but I have always thought about that, even while I was living the most ordinary, boring life ever. And so, why not?"

"Yeah, I remember some of the girls then," I said. "I don't even know how the school allowed some of it."

"It was fun then," Donna said, "And it's fun now. I mean, that was not like this Internet thing, but you know, us girls would definitely put on a show, and then giggle about it afterwards. Course we didn't know what we were doing back then."

"Well you sure got me with this one," I said. "Does it ever get out of hand, or get weird out there?"

"Not really," she said. "Mostly people are too surprised to do anything. They're just getting out of their car or something and bam there I am and bam there I went, you know?"

"That is so cool," I said. "All my life I wished I'd see something like that but it never happens. Once I saw a girl's bathing suit top come off on the waterslide at Dewey but she was underwater and I didn't see nothing."

"Well and now there's the Internet," Donna said.

"Huh, yeah, good point. Now I can look at you."

"Doc, you are looking at me right now," she said.

I felt a little embarrassed by that. Why would a girl on the Internet be better than the same girl sitting right in front of you? I couldn't explain it.

"I'll tell you what," Donna said. "I was planning to go down and film an episode today. Would you like to come? Maybe you can hold a second camera or something. I mean, it would just be your phone, but."

"Oh I don't know," I said, "I'm afraid I'd just be in the way or something."

"I know what," she said, brightening. "Let's make it a little different video. Let's say that you and me are on a date, maybe we're going to the movies or something, except all my clothes are slipping off and stuff."

"Me in the video?"

"Sure, why not? You can wear a hat or shades or something so nobody recognizes you."

"What will I have to do?"

"Probably nothing," she said. "Just walk along with me like we're on a date. Well maybe we'll stop and pose for some shots or something, it'll be easy."

"What the fuck," I said. "Why not?" Picturing myself ending up in Hollywood and stuff, you know.

"Okay, I get off at two thirty, how about you meet me at three thirty in the parking lot of the Colossus Theater, you know where that is?"

"Of course," I said.

"I'll have my video stuff, we can plan out a scene and do it," Donna said. "It'll be fun."

I knew my Stevie Ray t-shirt would be recognizable to people who know me so I changed into a surf shop t-shirt that somebody had left in my house once. It was pretty clean. I have a bunch of caps, so I picked one out that was from Colorado -- I don't remember how I ended up with it -- and also, nobody knows I wear reading glasses but I put those on, too, and looked like a whole different person. They aren't very strong; the world is a little blurry through them but it's not bad, and I can actually look over them if I want to see into the distance.

I parked my truck at the Colossus and looked around. I have always thought it's a bad idea to leave your car in a movie parking lot because they'll know you won't be back for a couple hours and can take your shit. I locked it. Anyway, there was nothing worth taking.

Standing in the parking lot, I eventually saw an older blue Buick pull in, and Donna got out. She was wearing a sweater even though it was a warm day; I guessed she probably didn't have much on under it (spoiler: I guessed right). She popped open her trunk and started getting some things out.

Even from a distance she looked like a different person. Her hair was different, for one, she had it up in the back, looking much more fashionable than she ever did at the diner. But her face. She just looked younger, prettier, her eyes were bigger and softer somehow, her features were a little more angular looking than usual. She did not look like any model or movie star, but would have been a head-turner on any street in the country with that pretty face. It is strange when you think you know somebody and then learn that have been pretending to be less interesting than they really are.

By the time I reached her she had her phone all set up on a selfie stick and was tilting it to get a good angle. "I don't like it to be too conspicuous," she said. "Don't you hate it when you see people walking around taking selfie videos of themselves? They seem so self-centered."

"Yeah, well in the videos the camera seems to work good and I don't see anybody reacting badly."

"Yeah, usually people just laugh and smile," she said. "If they do anything. Come here." She had me stand beside her while she adjusted the stick. I could see us on the screen. "Okay, lean in here and put your arm around me. Oh woops, just a sec." She ran back to the car and threw her sweater into the back seat. "Forgot to change," she said when she came back.

Wow. She was wearing a kind of t-shirt that was super-thin material that you could see right through. Well, part of a t-shirt. The collar was intact, and there were little short sleeves, and then the rest of it had been torn off, it looked like. With her arms at her sides her tummy was fully exposed but her boobs were just barely covered, at least if she kept her arms down. It turned out she had a slender waist, kind of a cute belly button, a flat belly, and pretty good-sized tits. They looked bigger now than in her waitress uniform.

She also wore a denim skirt that... I didn't know they make them like that. It barely covered her ass in the back, and I couldn't see her pussy but any slight breeze would have done the trick. She wore flat sandals with straps up her ankles, like a normal girl but a very sexy one.

"Wow," I said, expressing my thoughts.

"Oh, you like? Good. You're gonna be my date. By the way, I wouldn't have recognized you like this. Cool look, glasses are a good touch. Okay, where were we? Put your arm around me and let's get a couple of shots."

Standing behind her car I put my arm around her waist. It almost took effort not to accidentally fondle her breasts, which were right there, an inch from my fingers. It just seemed like such natural thing to do but I controlled myself. We smiled a little for the camera and I saw the red light come on. "Okay," she said, "Now kiss me."

I had not planned on that, but what is a guy gonna do? I leaned down and gave her a kiss.

"Not like that," she said. "It's not the Mickey Mouse Club. We're supposed to be two horny adults on a date."

"Oh," I said. "I didn't know."

"I don't think my audience wants to watch two kids in Sunday school. Let's do another take."

Okay, fuck it, this time I got into it. She turned toward me, keeping the camera in position, and I pulled her to me and we opened our mouths and started making out. Okay, fuck it, I brought my hand up and brushed her t-shirt back and fondled her breast, squeezing it and pinching the nipple a little.

This went on for a couple of minutes and then I heard her click the button and she pulled away. "All right," she said. "You're a natural. That was great." She looked around and said, "Looks like some people are showing up for the movie."

"The sign says they're showing 'The Blackmailed Wife' today," I noted.

"Perfect," she said, "That oughta get us the kind of crowd we want."

"So what's the plan?" I asked.

"We'll play it by ear," she said. "The thing is, you and I are on a date, and you're walking me to the movie theater to see a movie. We can go back and forth a couple of times."

"And what am I supposed to do?"

"Huh, good question," she said. "Well you should definitely have your arm around me and it'd be good if now and then you 'accidentally' brushed my shirt up, or even my skirt. They love that."

"You want me to pull up your skirt?"

She smiled. "Yes they seem to appreciate that. I'll tell you what, I will start with a little solo scene where I am just getting my shoes buckled or something, waiting for you. I'll be up there on the sidewalk and after a minute or so you come walking up and give me a kiss. How's that sound?"

"I can do that," I said.

"Good, I have never filmed one of these with another actor before, so I don't really know what we need to do."

She made one last adjustment to her camera and walked over to the sidewalk. She gave me a smile and then did something that seemed to turn her selfie stick into a kind of tripod, and set her camera on it beside the sidewalk. The angle of the camera would have shown the marquee in the background, and crowds milling around, plus a full-length view of her.

With the camera running, she looked anxiously at her watch and spun around each way, causing her top to fly up exposing her tits, and also she was facing away from me at that moment and pretty much her skirt was up to her waist when she spun. I was surprised to see what a fine bottom the boring waitress from the diner had.

Some guys who were walking by stopped in front of the theater and tried to act like they weren't watching her. She looked at her watch again and then bent over to fuck around with her sandal, giving those guys an excellent look at her ass, and coincidentally showing me a firm pair of tits swaying out of her clothing. Then she turned around and showed me her bottom while the guys in front of the theater froze in shock watching those fine breasts swinging in the evening air.