I met her just after I graduated from high school. She was the younger sister of a good friend. I tried not to pay too much attention to her, as she was only fourteen at the time, but just between us, she was hot. Her name was Angie, and she hardly said two words to me, preferring to talk with her girl friends on the phone, or hide up in her room. But that was OK as I spent most of my time working on cars, and playing video games. After a while, I started working out of town, and my buddy enrolled in a police academy in another state. I lost all track of him and his family.
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It was four years later, and I was contracted by my company to do some work just north of my home town. I was supposed to meet with an associate, but at the last minute, he canceled, so I wandered into this Mexican cantina for lunch. It was a nice place, and seemed very authentic. The waitress brought me a menu, and chips, and filled my water glass. She gave me a few minutes before returning, and I could feel her presence as I read the plastic coated cardboard.
"Are you ready, sir?" she asked with a very light Spanish accent.
I looked up at her as I ordered. "Yes, I think so. I'll have the...Angie? Is that you?" I hadn't thought about her for years, but seeing her brought back memories.
"Wow! I thought you looked familiar. Your my brother's friend!"
She remembered me too. She brought my order and set it down, but she was busy, and we hardly got two words in before she had to rush off to another table.
The dinner was fabulous, and when I asked for the bill, she said it was already taken care of.
"I wish we had more time to catch up." I said, as I stood from the table.
"Well, I'm off in an hour, if you have time." she said. I think that's the most she's ever said to me at one time.
"Y...yeah, sure! that would be great! I said.
"Why don't you go to the lounge, and have a drink?" she suggested, motioning towards the neon beer signs glowing in the other room. I didn't have time to answer, as she grabbed my hand and lead me to a booth in the corner of the bar. She then ran up to the bartender and came back with a huge margarita with my name on it.
"I'll be back soon." she said as she flitted out the swinging doors. Soon was an understatement as she was back in ten minutes.
"I clocked out early." she said, as she dropped her purse on the table, and fetched two more margaritas from the barkeep. It was at this moment I actually was able to see her in decent light. I thought she was a babe four years ago. What was I thinking? I must have been out of my mind! There was no doubt that I was a total idiot for leaving. Angie was by far, the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. She was a mixed breed, combining the best features of her father, who was mostly Mexican, with a little white mixed in, and her beautiful mother, who was black, with a little white thrown in. The results were incredible. Long curly black hair, dark brown eyes, and something she didn't have the last time I saw her. A set of breasts that seemed too big for her little five foot five inch frame. They had to be 36". A little math in my head told me she should be about eighteen or nineteen by now.
"Aren't you a little young for that?" I asked as I motioned to the half empty salt rimmed glass sitting before her.
"Well, mom and dad own the restaurant, and my brother, he is the local sheriff now." she said as she ran the tip of her finger around the glass. "Besides, I don't drive when I drink, in fact, I only live a block away."
"What does your boyfriend do for a living?" I asked, hoping she wasn't too deeply involved with anybody.
"Oh, I don't have a boyfriend. After you left, I spent all my time in school and working here."
"What do you mean, 'after I left'?" I asked, not quite understanding what she had said.
"Didn't my brother ever tell you? I had a major crush on you." she blushed and looked away as she spoke. "It wouldn't have mattered anyway, I was too young for you, and you hardly knew I existed."
"Wow! I had no idea! I actually thought you were pretty cute back then." I was sounding like an idiot.
"Well, what do you think now?" she whispered, looking into my eyes through her big beautiful, glazed over eyes, the drink already having an affect on her.
"I think you are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen!" I don't know where that came from, as I wasn't looking for any relationship or commitment, but I spoke the truth. She reached across the table and touched my hand. It was like being hit by lightning. Suddenly I felt a tingle race through my body, and realized that for the first time in my life, I was truly in love.
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We have been together for several years now, and each day is like the first. She is still very shy, except around me now, or until she gets a couple of drinks in her. I moved in with her, as she already had a very nice apartment, and had really nice neighbors.
It was the middle of July, and we decided to try out the Jacuzzi down by the pool. She has lived here for a couple of years but has always been too shy to visit the hot tub or the pool. And even now, it had to be at night. She had a string bikini on that left nothing to the imagination, but wore a long tee shirt over it. She hesitated as we rounded the corner, until she was sure there was no one else around. Like I said, she was shy. We were enjoying the bubbling water and the thermos of daiquiris, and the star filled sky. But those melons under her tee shirt were driving me nuts, the way they bobbed gently in the water. I reached under her shirt and began to caress one of those firm globes when she tried to stop me.
"Not here! Someone might see us!" she squealed.
"Who? there's nobody else out here!" I responded, looking around. Soon the alcohol went to work on her, and she lowered her guard a bit. I was not only able to play with her tits, I was able to work one out of her bikini bra, but still under the shirt. After feeling how hard her nipples were getting, I slowly worked my hands all over her body under the shirt. I worked my way up her back and gently untied the string around her neck, then as I rubbed her back, I untied the second string. I slowly worked my way back around to the front, and extracted her top from under the now transparent white tee shirt.
Her dark nipples were now easily visible, as were the rest of her bodacious tatas. If she would have touched me, I would have shot my load right then and there. Her head was tilted back and her eyes were closed, as she enjoyed the massage her breasts and nipples were getting.
She never even noticed them. Three men in their fifties sat down at a table by the end of the pool. They saw us, but seemed to be more interested in their cigars, although every once in a while, one of them would glance our way. Angie didn't seem to mind as I slowly worked her tee shirt up until it was above her floating mammaries. And the three gentlemen didn't seem to mind either, as they moved their chairs around to get a better look. As I rolled a nipple gently between my fingers, I whispered in her ear.
