Groped Busty Slut At her funeral, Allison, one of her coworkers at a seniors home mentioned we should go for coffee sometime. I told her to call me, and never gave it another thought.
Allison is 32. Long red hair slender with small boobs, and out of my league. So I thought.
I got a call about a month later from her at about 9 PM. She told me she was at work and did I care to go for a drink or something when she got off. I knew her shift ended at 10, so I said sure.
Groped Busty Slut Allison came out wearing a pink pleated polyester mini skirt with a white polyester sleeveless crop top. It had sexy across her pointy breasts, with wedge sandals. The way her breasts bounced when she walked. I knew she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her hair was braided in pony tails and hung over her shoulders to her exposed belly button.
I was driving my restored 78 Chevrolet Scottsdale. It was black with flames down the side.
“Nice truck.” Allison said as she slid in and over beside me on the bench seat.
“I expected scrubs,” I said as she got in.
Groped Busty Slut She smiled, making sure I noticed her long slender legs.
“Right here.’’ she said pointing to her shoulder bag.
“Where to?” I asked.
“Somewhere quiet and secluded.” Allison responded, leaning closer.
“How about I pick up a bottle of wine, drive out in the country and listen to the radio while watching the stars?”
“Awesome!” Leaning her her head on my shoulder.
I felt myself getting aroused as her subtle perfume filled my nostrils. I wondered what her attraction to me was.
“I never have any luck dating guys my own age. I always feel better with older guys.” She whispered, kissing my cheek.
Groped Busty Slut I stopped and got a bottle of white wine and a couple of glasses, before heading out to the country, listening to classic rock and roll on the radio. Allison took my arm and put it around her shoulders resting my hand on her firm breast as she snuggled closer.
