The Only Difference is the 'S'

"At least you're not seventy, fat and bald." She responded in that sexy voice of hers.

That reply had definite possibilities, I thought.

The rest of the journey was spent in innocent conversation. It turned out that she was nineteen, six years younger than me, had worked in that bar for about seven months, was unattached and lived alone, having fallen out with her parents who didn't like her lifestyle -- I didn't push her on that, it would become clear eventually - and wanted her own beauty salon someday.

When we pulled in outside her place I did wonder if I might get asked in for a coffee, or something, but no such luck. As soon as the car had stopped she had the door open and was scrambling out, all the time thanking me profusely. Obviously I wasn't going to get an invite, but it was nice thought.

What I did get was just as nice though, and less expected. Before closing the door and disappearing home, Sam leaned across and kissed me full on the lips. It wasn't a long kiss, maybe a second or so, and then the door slammed and she was gone. I sat there for a good five minutes trying to get my head around how good that kiss had made me feel, before driving home with Sam firmly in the forefront of my mind. She was on my mind for the rest of the night too, as a load of cum in a wad of tissues will testify.

I expected that to be that, a one-off lift home for a waif who had strayed and who I wouldn't see again. In fact I almost hoped that would be the case, for I was unexpectedly and overwhelmingly attracted to this strange girl and I couldn't get her out of my mind. Why I should feel so turned on by a girl who looked more like a gangly youth than a sexy young lady I had no idea, I just knew that I did. I tried to push her out of my head, but it was a losing battle.

But then, a few days later, just as I was making progress in forgetting her, I spotted her again, this time walking along the road in the direction of that same bus stop. I stood on the brakes and swerved into the kerb, almost oblivious to the horn that sounded from behind me and hardly hearing the language of the driver who nearly tail-ended me.