I have nothing but fond memories of Misha; she was very kind. I remember working that crappy part-time job with her that Summer, secretly having a crush on this 24 year old bombshell with gigantic blue eyes, a tiny waist, and her full undeniable hips. I was 18, a virgin, and about ready to ship out for the first time. Unfortunately she was dating this 35 year old stuffed shirt jerk of a boyfriend who regularly made her cry; a real prick. I didn't understand why she was so into him at that time and I figured that I would never have a shot. So, I remained content with stealing a lustful look from time to time and ruthlessly flirting with her whenever I got the opportunity.
One Wednesday afternoon she came skipping into the shop with a huge smile on her face like the world could do no wrong and tossed her purse under the counter without a care. Before I could get a greeting out of my mouth she looked dead at me and asked what I was doing that night. I quickly made it known that I had some flexibility with my schedule and asked her why. It turns out Misha was tired of getting treated like crap and told her older dickhead of a boyfriend to go to hell the night before. His loss, my unbelievable gain. Misha told me to be ready by 7 and that she would be picking me up.
I was higher than high and couldn't wait for 7 to come. When she pulled up I was out the door before she could honk the horn and ready to go. We went to check out dinner and a movie and then it was straight back to her place without even so much as asking me. I suppose she kind of enjoyed how eager I was to be on a date with her...it's not like I had used any sort of subtlety in my flirtations for months now. When we got to her place she asked me to pour a couple glasses of wine and meet her on the deck. I made my way into the kitchen opened the first bottle I could get my hands on, grabbed a couple of glasses and headed outside.
When she emerged from the house she was wearing a striped string bikini that accentuated every curve in her body that I had been fantasizing about all Summer long. My eyes must have been as big as the moon when I got that first look at her in the bikini. She gave my a coy half smile and laughed as she walked across the deck and turned on the hot tub. I nervously poured the wine and naively asked her if she had and trunks that I could borrow. She simply said no and asked if that would be a problem. No problem at all I said and started undressing as my pulse raced uncontrollably.
