Dixie meets the love of her life, but is in for the shock of her life. And what may follow could change her life forever. Chapter 2 to follow soon.
Chapter 01
Everyone thinks the deep south stops at the Georgia Florida line, but I am here to tell you that is nothing but bullshit. The backcountry exists down the backbone of the state.
Smack in the middle of nowhere near the line is where we are. Me and mama. She drives an hour to clean house for people that own racehorses and give her their once-worn dresses and gowns. I started working the lunch counter at the Friendly Diner two years ago when I was sixteen.
I might be eighteen but I learned early on how to get by a long time ago and to do that I speak my mind and take no crap. I never knew my Daddy, so it was just Mama and me. She never spoke much about him so all I knew he was never on the scene. We struggled at times, but we always got by.
"Dixie, you're looking lovely today." You knew what time it was by Cecil's daily appearance at the diner.
"How's it going, honey?" He could be my grandpa but he was sweet as a peach. I slid his coffee across the counter followed by apple pie ala mode.
"Ah, it's going." He shrugged. "Looks like a busy day."
"Was a really busy lunch for so early in the week." Usually, the end-of-the-week paycheck brought them in for a splurge. A few strangers this week too. That always got my attention because everyone knew everyone here.
I filled coffee down the counter. I set the pot back on the burner and turned to lean over the counter. "Neddie, don't you ever get tired of looking at my titties," I whispered in his ear, at the same time giving him a good look at them down my uniform.
"No, I don't, Miss Dixie."
Not that Neddie was the only one that gawked at my hooters. Not like they weren't always on display in this uniform that Mel, the owner, made me wear. It was a mid-thigh white button-front dress, like an old nurse's uniform. The little black apron tied around my waist and white tennis shoes completed my everyday outfit.
The good thing was, Mel bought and supplied my uniforms, the bad thing was Mel got them a size too small. The top button strained and gaped open across my titties. Thirty-eight D needed room that these uniforms did not supply. Even my white cotton Wal-Mart bra did nothing to give these breasts a G rating.
The other good thing was that Friendly's crowd was mostly men for breakfast and lunch. Flirting and titty shots filled my pockets with change by the end of the day. As I said, Mama taught me how to get by, but also to respect myself, so it never went past teasing and flirting.
The shift ended and I grabbed my purse, hollered a goodbye to the few in there, and started walking home. As I went by I waved at Linda in the Grocery Mart and got my daily wolf whistles from the boys that worked the barbershop. The single-screen movie theater did not open until six o'clock, and Hank's Hardware closed an hour ago.
I kicked off my tennis shoes going in the door. The button easily popped out of the straining buttonhole and I reached behind me and unhooked the cotton bra. I sighed when my breasts were free of their tight confines. The rest went in the laundry basket.
Mama would not be home for hours, and she would do the same as me when she walked in the door. I inherited my breasts and shapely figure from her.
I flipped through an old Frederick's of Hollywood catalog while wondering where that came from. I lusted after the luscious lace and satin bras. Their models had ample breasts like me and I was shocked there was something that nice for my big tits. Wal-Mart does not have anything like this, I thought.
I moaned out a long toe-curling orgasm and collapsed back on the sofa. Damn, I just got off on an old lingerie catalog. I need to find a man, I thought to myself.
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Patsy Cline's Crazy came blaring on the jukebox and everyone turned to see who did that. Locals never played it, and it was a dead giveaway it was a stranger.
I set the menu, napkin, and silverware on the stranger's table and said loudly, "What can I get you to drink?"
"Coffee, thank you miss." His smile was at odds with the cold steel-gray eyes.
I went behind the counter and grabbed the pot of coffee. The decibel level raised as everyone tried to talk over Patsy's booming song. Mel could not remember how to turn the jukebox down so the rare times it played, most conversation stopped until the song was over.
I set his coffee on the table with a couple of creams. "Are you ready to order?" He looked down at his menu and I had a chance to look him over. He was older than me by twenty years probably, but had a familiarity about him that seemed much younger. It was a bit unsettling.
"Patty melt, french fries, and coleslaw," he said, smiling. I nodded and hurried away.
End of the shift I cleared my tables and loaded the bus pan to take in the back to the dishwasher.
Stepped out into the blinding Florida sun and stifling humidity, and stopped to slip on my sunglasses.
"I think I'm going your way... Or you're going my way," the stranger said stepping out the door behind me. We began walking. "You can just drop me off at the motel at the end of the street," he said, grinning.
It was a sexy as fuck grin no matter how old he was. "I'll be saying goodbye before we get there, I'm afraid."
"As long as it's not a forever goodbye! I'd miss my favorite waitress at the diner."
"I'm the only late lunch waitress at the diner." I laughed.
"Oh," he said and we both laughed.
Seemed like no time and it was my time to turn the block. "This is my stop," I said, smiling.
"Will you be available tomorrow to serve me?"
"Why yes, I believe I will be."
"Alright then. Till tomorrow!" He bowed his head and tipped his invisible cap.
Uniform hit the floor and my tits busted free today, happy about their release. I plopped on the sofa in my underwear and leaned my head back.
Damn Dixie, you never even asked his name, I thought. It would almost seem too intimate. I admitted to myself that I was drawn to him. Like no one I have ever known. I wondered if it was just because he was a novelty. We didn't often get strangers in town, they were not usually that handsome. Or friendly. And I was needy. That was most of it. I needed a man and the selection was slim locally.
"Mama, you're home early!" I was glad I started dinner early and got the plates and silverware out.
"Yes, and my feet are killing me!" She dropped into her worn blue recliner, kicked her shoes off, and unbuttoned her uniform. Of which I was envious of because it did actually fit her instead of keeping her tits in a vice all day like mine.
Her breasts were the same size as mine, and they too were happy to be freed. We often went topless around the house. No one ever visited and we lived in a small cottage behind a larger house. Mama knew the man that owned it and we got a cheap rent.
He was a nice man, older but good-looking. His wife was not home much. Mama would take the rent to the front house and stay awhile with him. One day I peeked in the window. The man was on his back on the bed and Mama was straddling him, bouncing, her tits flying until he got his hands on them. She ground down on his cock, leaned over, and dropped those humongous tits on his face. I could hear him groaning outside.
I watched until the man started bucking. Nearly bucking Mama off. Then they both started shouting. I ran back to the cottage and pretended to be napping when she got home.
I knew Mama did what she had to do to keep us out of the 'poor house' as she called it. All I know is she always took good care of me since I never had a Daddy to help.
We sat at the table topless eating our spaghetti.
"Look at us," Mama said and started giggling. I looked down and had spaghetti sauce splashes all over my tits and she had the same on hers. Then I started giggling. We had to stop eating until we quit laughing. Living with Mama was always fun, even through the hard times.
