My Damn Good Night
 

This happened back on December 14 of last year, so about 2 months ago as of this posting...

We’ve got this convenience store that is like a hybrid of such and a pizza place, right? And the one gal they have as cashier, we’ll call her Aubrey (isn’t her real name, though it’s similar and also starts with an A) she’s a real hot little thing. 19, works there part time when she’s not in school (college). Real dark hair, want to say brunette but it’s darker, almost black. Hot, hot, hot. I can’t say hot enough, I really can’t. She’s a little bit Tom-boyish though, not much make-up and doesn’t do anything funky with her hair, more casual and down to earth type. Body type like you've seen me post here though, tight and sexy. Not rail thin, but not meaty. Really just right, you know? Good size tits, middle size range, high B or low C. Not too much, not too little. Just right. You know? I sound like that story Goldie locks and the 3 bears right now, ‘just right’ lol.

Well we flirt back and forth all the time. Have been for months, back and forth. We don’t really know each other though, and I’m a few years older than her. A few being more than 5 but less than 10. So it’s never really gone much further than flirting and even a little teasing on her part — you know, turning around and bending down to pick something up behind the counter in just the right way, or reaching up high for a pack of smokes for no reason (I don’t smoke and neither does she, so there’s nooo reason for her to do so except to show off her body) — just fun, you know?

Well, I stopped in kind of late last night. Now this place is one of the few places anywhere around here open late (11, 12 on weekends) but that still doesn’t mean much foot traffic. After about 10 pm everything shuts down and everyone goes to bed around here. Used to be worse, used to be 9 pm when I was a kid. So anyway, I didn’t really have much of a reason to stop by other than to see her. I buy a soda and a pretzel to not be obvious, and decide to hang out a bit rather than just doing the normal few minutes thing, so I stake out one of the Formica booths (you know the kind, horrible bright yellow and red, no cushions?) and we chat and we flirt and she teases and it’s fun.

About an half-hour from closing, no one’s come in since a little after I got there about half an hour earlier, so she ditches the counter/register cause… why bother, right? She comes and sits with me. Sits next to me instead of across from me like most people would. Right next to me. Plenty of room so no reason otherwise, you know? And we’re laughing and talking and flirting, and she’s being god damn adorable and sexy, super tight blue jeans and a black or dark blue zip-up sweat jacket that she’s coincidentally lowered how far up it’s zipped since I first came in, and she’s just radiating… I don’t know how to put it into words, but she’s coming on real strong tonight, sending out all sorts of clear signals, and so I finally just said to myself, “fuck it” and kiss her. And she kisses me back. And we stop for a moment, and she giggles this cute little laugh, and says something about how she’s been wanting me to do that for weeks, and we go back to it…

Well her damn assistant manager comes out from the back since it’s getting time to close up, so of course we stop, as if he doesn’t know what we’ve been doing either by how we look or act or the security cameras whose monitors are in his office in the back, and for a minute, I think, “aww damn, this was going somewhere and now it’s shot to shit.” Until he says something I don’t quite expect, and I’ve got to wondering now if it’s not a bit of one bro helping another bro out, you know? Cause he asks her if she wants to lock up tonight, says he’s going to head home early (yeah, all of 10 minutes so, lol). She’s clearly not expecting this but sees the opportunity, and says “yes” that she’ll lock up and throws me this look that says quite clearly I’m to stick around. Well by this point I know I’m pretty hot under the collar, and she’s got to be too, but we can’t well go back to what we where doing right away. The manager guys doing something with the receipts and it’s just kind of awkward silence for a while as we sit there while he’s doing such.

Well, I don’t know what got into me, I really truly don’t, but I’d had my hand on her one leg the whole damn time and all of a sudden, I just start sliding it up her thigh. Now keep in mind, we’ve been flirty for a long while but we’ve never really talk-talked much until just now and we certainly haven’t done anything else, this little make-out session was spontaneous and surprising enough, so… I mean, this was risk-kay, IMHO. I don’t do stuff like this with gals out of no where, you know? It could have gone very badly, she could have been all put off and offended and “what the fuck, you creep!?” and shit. But she wasn’t, and at first she doesn’t really react at all, except for a little giggle like, I dunno I guess it tickled, and then I just keep creeping further and further up her thigh. More so than really I should be doing with her boss 20 feet away, but she doesn’t really stop me either, or even say for me to stop, and so I keep going until I really can’t go any further up her thigh, if you get what I mean? And I start just slowly, gently, rubbing my hand back and forth at first, and she squirms a bit but she’s not putting any brakes on, so I go a little faster and a little harder and reposition my hand just the smidgen or so I need to for the best position. She’s squirming a bit more now, and I can tell she’s really rather enjoying things, and the situations only making it more fun, cause her boss is right there, and where he paying even an iota of attention to us…

So anyway, she folds her arms across her chest and at first I didn’t notice why, but after a minutes I realize she’s tweaking her one nipple through he jacket, and that just gets me going even more, not that I can do anything about my own self. Finally boss-man finishes whatever he’s doing, closes up the register and puts the keys up on the top of the counter, and thanks her for locking up for him, and finally leaves. Now my instinct is to just jump her bones right there, but I kind of want her to make the first move, so I just keep doing what I’ve been doing at first.

Finally I realize she’s waiting for him to really leave, as his car is still out around the side idling with the lights on, and the second the headlights shift meaning he’s backing out and turning, she shoves me up against the wall the booth is built against and says to me with this devilish smirk, “I can’t believe you did that, you evil son of a b*tch,” before planting one on me again. After a minute or two of that, she breaks off for a minute and runs (literally, she ran, lol) over to the counter where she grabs the keys, turns off the majority of the lights. Then she locks the front door, which I don’t know why she bothered to get the keys for, cause it locks from a normal switch there on the door, the keys are only good for once you’re outside… So she flips the sign from ‘open’ to ‘closed’ and comes back to me where she unzips the sweat jacket - and she’s got no top on beneath it, not even a bra. And I’m instantly like, “damn, if I’d have known that I’d have had even more fun,” to myself.

So she grabs me by the hand and we headed back to the bathroom, which ok, not the sexiest place in the world to go, but it’s got the virtue of not having windows and glass doors, you know? Ha.

So yeah… I’m afraid I’m not going to go into much specifics on the events after that, sorry… I’m not sure how the hell to write something like that, lol.

One moment of comic levity, though, was uhm… well, she was up against the wall and… I wasn’t, and she’s got one hand uhm, holding on to me around my neck, and the other is out flat against the wall right? And we’re… yeah, and she ended up hitting the button on the hand dryer thing? You know those ones that blow the hot air out? And that scared the hell out of us for a second, but it was fun and funny and oh well… lol.

So… that was my damn good night, last night. Needless to say I’ve got her number now, and I’m going to see her again. TBH, I’m not much of a relationship guy and I don’t know what she’s looking for, but we’ll see!

Some lessons learned though…

• Not sure if it’s the ‘bro code’ or not, but it seems the code of one bro helping another bro get some is alive and well. This asst. manager guy isn’t more than a few years older than me, think he’s married, dunno really. But yeah, I’d be good money he knew exactly what was going on/going to happen and did me a real solid if so.
• Sometimes a big risk can have big rewards.
• Tis the Season for X-Mas Miracles! Merry Christmas to me!!

Bro code
 

He probably popped a new tape/cd in the surveillance camera recorder before he came out, and got to see the fine youg one's tits when she took her sweatshirt off. Or maybe she was only wearing that because he had tagged her earlier that night.

Anyway, thanks for a great story, and I hope you get to go back to it.

I actually did think about that, the surveillance camera. Asked her recently and the camera they have is a fake. Not that I would blame the guy in the slightest though if he had done so!

We've (me and her) been seeing each other since.

- Yeah, so I'm uh like, ya know, kinda sitting here and like reading this, and I mean, I realize that, damn, dude, yer talkin about my life almost, kinda, ya know?

Cause I was, like in a bathroom with this gorgeous girl once, 'cept we were in a stall, ya know? Like the kind that have a toilet, ya know? And she was all . . . yeah, like that, and I was all, ya know, and we were gettin' to the point where she was like, . . . well, I won't write about that 'cause I don't know how either.

But anyway, I had my foot up on the toilet, you know, the kind that flushes water? When you push the lever? Well she was all like doing things to me, and I was like, I mean . . . ya know? And just as I almost, like . . . yeah, well my foot slipped and the toilet flushed, and we were all like . . . scared kinda, but only for a little bit, then we were like, whatever.

Ya know?

I don't normally read the stories, but I liked some of the stuff you've posted so I decided to check out your threads. Since I was here anyway I read the story and ended up liking it. Not had a similar experience except for the shagging in the bathroom part. It was one of those things where I was out for a drink with a girl I knew and she proceeded to tell me a thousand reasons why I shouldn't get involved with her and after about 1 drink we couldn't stand it any more and locked ourselves in the (small) bathroom. It was going quite well for the first one minute and 35 seconds but even though we were very quiet the staff knew what we were up to and kept knocking on the door. So we decided to endure the way-too-long 15 minute cab ride back to my apartment. No hand dryers were harmed in the incident, however.