I lazily watched as a customer finished filling up their car with gas. The bright lights in the parking lot made it seem as though there was nothing beyond their reach, just the little convenience store that I worked at and then an endless void. I had taken this job to help pay for my schooling and my boss did not mind my doing coursework, so long as I took care of my other responsibilities. Working third shift at a convenience store actually carried very few tasks once the coolers were stocked and the floor swept that left me with close to seven hours to kill. Of that time I probably had customers occupy one of the hours, the rest was mine to do with as I wished.
I glanced down at my laptop screen and wondered how much longer the compilation would take. As I blew at the steam rising from my cup of coffee, the customer outside finished filling their car and replaced the nozzle. Since they had opted to pay with plastic at the pump, I knew they would not be coming in, which they didn’t. Their taillights quickly disappeared once they left the parking lot and I turned my full attention back to my laptop. The compilation had finished. I leaned back in my chair, luxuriating in the taste of fresh coffee. As I gazed out the window, another car pulled into the lot and drove up to one of the spots near the door. The person got out and walked to the door, I watched carefully as it was not too often that a sober attractive lady came to the store at these hours. She was about five foot four or so and I guessed that she weighed around a hundred thirty pounds. She had long dark hair, I could not tell what color it was but made a note to notice once she entered. She was wearing white slacks and a white blouse with a nametag attached around her neck. It always struck me as odd how I had grown up with the idea of nurses wearing short skirts, tight blouses and garters, yet I had never encountered one who actually did. I guessed that she worked at the hospital right down the street.
The doorbell chimed its annoying noise as she entered and paused. She looked around for a moment, which gave me the opportunity to note that her hair was auburn, almost red. She had large doe-like eyes that were a very undoe-like blue. Her nose turned up slightly at the tip, just above her soft upper lip. Her lips were full and parted slightly as she glanced around the interior of the store. She was too far away for me to read her name and I decided that it would probably be a bad idea for me to try. Her nametag had come to rest between two large and perfectly shaped breasts that pushed out against her blouse in proud defiance of clothing. I thought that if I looked hard enough I’d probably be able to make out the outline of her nipples, but as I was opposed to be cussed out decided against that. I continued to watch her closely, yet as unobviously as I could, until her eyes focused on me as though she had not noticed me before.
“Coffee?” she asked hesitantly, her voice was soft with a hint of a southern accent.
“No thanks, I’ve got some.” I said in my usually smart ass way as I lifted my cup in a toast towards her. Her eyes narrowed and her brow furrowed as she stared at me. It was almost funny, but in her confusion as she stared at me, I had an instant hard on in my jeans. There was something about those eyes and lips that my cock wanted to get to know much better.
“Sorry, weak attempt at a joke.” I told her to help her out, “Coffee’s right over there.” I pointed her towards where the coffee machines were.
“Thank you.” She said with a soft smile, realizing that I was not actually mocking her, I was just some kind of harmless smart aleck. I stood up as she moved in her desired direction. Having seen from the waist up, I was curious what the rest of her was like. And besides, she was probably going to be the only interesting customer all night, perhaps for the next month even. Moving towards the counter, I let my eyes drift down her back, her waist curved inward like an hourglass, though the loose fitting blouse managing to hide some of her femininity. I could see her butt pressing against her slacks, and while it was not quite as impressive as her breasts were, it was still not bad. Just below the edge of her blouse, the white slacks revealed the sharp panty line and I instantly wondered what color they were. They were bikini style, which for some reason I had always found wonderful. Many guys went for thongs on women, but I had always preferred the look of the classic bikini style panties. The ones that hid most of their ass, but revealed almost all of their leg up to the hip, sometimes when they walked, they would shift so that the hint of a tan line became visible. As my eyes continued down, I quickly decided that her legs rivaled her breasts in both quality and quantity.
“Oh good its fresh.” She said as she started pouring a cup and I was snapped out of my reverie.
“Oh, yes ma’am, I drink too much of it for the stuff to get old.” I told her. She placed the cup on the counter and started to open one of those little containers of half and half.
“Most stores like this seem to have week old coffee this time of night.” She said smiling at me as she slowly stirred the liquid. When finished, she put the plastic stirrer in the trash and moved her cup over to the front counter by the cash register.
With her directly across from me, I desperately wanted to glance down between her breasts and try to read her name, however, I could not tear my eyes away from hers. There was something about their blueness; on one hand they reminded me of a picturesque Caribbean lagoon. Yet, that did not seem right. They were lacking the tranquility of the locale; rather they almost seemed to burn with a devil-may-care sexuality that was held in check just below the surface. Her eyes exuded a feminine sexuality that I had never seen before and have never encountered since.
“Are you getting ready to hit on me?” she asked with a smirk of her own, as she tasted the coffee for the first time.
“I can’t think of anything to say that you haven’t heard a thousand times before.” I managed with a weak smile of my own, wondering where my smart aleck had gone when I most needed him.
“That’s too bad.” She said with raised eyebrows, “how much for the coffee?”
”Its on the house, ma’am.” I replied knowing that I had missed a golden opportunity but not wanting to be a sore loser.
“Thank you.” She said with a smile and turned away. Her long hair floated behind her as she spun on her heel, finally coming to rest haphazardly over her right shoulder. The stupid doorbell chimed again and I continued to stare until her taillights where just memories. Snapping back to reality, I banged my forehead on the top of the counter and decided to go re-stock the drinks again. It was the closest I was going to get to a cold shower for quite some time.
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My semester continued to drag on and each night as I arrived at work, I wondered if this would be the night that the mystery lady would return from the abyss beyond the parking lot lights. But, she never did, until one night.
The doorbell chimed, startling me out of the staring competition I was having with my laptop’s screen. I looked over to the door and saw her standing there. She was wearing her nurse’s uniform again, except this time there were light colored floral patterns all over it. Her long hair was pulled back in a ponytail and her white sneakers squeaked oddly on the floor.
“Coffee?” she asked raising her eyebrows, her full lips curling in a soft smile.
“Yes ma’am, that’d be nice.” I returned with a smile of my own handing my half full cup to her over the counter. She looked at the cup quizzically for a moment then laughed as she took the cup from my hand.
“I see the smart aleck has returned.” She told me over her shoulder as she went to the coffee machine.
“I see that the dream nurse has returned.” I replied with the first thought that came to me. She laughed where she was and glanced at me over the top of the coffee machines.
