I saw her reflection in the glass as she approached me from behind. Her hand rested lightly on my back, just above the closure for my bra. My body wanted to shiver with stifled delight. Instead, I tried to mirror the soft, concerned smile on her face.
"How's everything here?" she asked.
Her moss green eyes flicked momentarily to my almost emptied dessert plate. Almost instantly, her gaze returned back to me. I wondered if she was searching my face that way I did her own. I noticed that her fair skin was smooth and not in any need of foundation or even concealer for improvements. There was the faintest spattering of freckles just over the bridge of her nose. She did wear a thin coat of lip gloss that made her heart shaped lips look as if they'd just finished devouring raspberries. I wondered if I would taste that sort of sweetness, if I were to suck her lower lip into my mouth.
"Everything is fine," was all I said, still smiling. I noticed that her hand was still on my back. I struggled to maintain my composure. My mind was all too aware that my nipples were hardening into points that pushed against my bra cups. For one of the few times in my life, I was grateful for my modest size 34A bust. The padding I was used to helped to hide my arousal.
"You're sure?" the waitress asked. She seemed to hesitate. I felt her fingertips trace a very light path up my spine before lifting away at my neck. For a moment, it seemed as if she would rest her palm against my cheek. Instead, her hand returned to her side. She gazed at me awhile longer. Finally, she said, "You just look as if you have a lot on your mind."
I laughed softly. There was a flurry of things that I could tell her. All of it involved a past I'd rather not remember. She was so pretty, though. I wanted to give her something.
"I suppose I do," was all I said.
I didn't think it was possible for her face to become any sweeter. That was exactly what happened when her smile widened.
"I knew it!" she said softly, yet triumphantly. "This is probably very inappropriate of me, but, all of my friends say that I'm a great listener. My shift is just about over. Would you like to go somewhere and talk?"
I was thinking that I'd like to do more than talk. She seemed so sweet, so fresh, that I didn't want to disgust her with my errant desires. Even as that realization hit me, I laughed at myself. She seemed to be no more than 23 years old, if even that. If she were that old, we were the same age. She just had the benefit of having lived a kinder life.
I did want to spend time with her, even if nothing sexual would come out of it. I thought that it had been so long since I've been near goodness. Just for an hour, or even five minutes, I would like to be in its proximity.
"That would be really nice," I said, nodding for emphasis.
I reached into my pocket for change to cover my bill. She took my hand in her own and said, "No, no. This one is on the house." Smiling that sweet smile that wrenched my heart, she pulled me outdoors.
"Is that your car?" she asked, nodding towards my modest Mazda hatchback. I indicated that it was. She continued, "I don't drive. Do you think it would be okay if I caught a ride home with you, while we talk?"
I discovered that we would have ample time to talk. The young waitress lived in a rural community a fair distance from her place of employment. In spite of her interest in letting me speak, I posed questions to her. I didn't want to speak about my past. Moreover, I didn't want to frighten away the strawberry blonde beauty in my passenger seat.
"So, what's your name?" I asked in what I hoped was a casual tone.
"Meghan, with an 'h,'" she said. I stole a glance at her, staring straight ahead at the dark country road. Even in the dark, I could see that she had such long, lush lashes that they curled of their own accord. "Everybody calls me Meggie."
"That's one of my favorite names," I told her. She laughed.
"Oh, get out. I hate it. It's a little girl's name."
"Well, I know you're not a little girl," I said, my tone carrying across an unspoken 'obviously!', "but you're still young. How old are you?"
"I'm 20. I'll be 21...tomorrow." She grinned. "Hey, pull over here."
If she hadn't waved her hand towards it, I would have completely missed where the shoulder of the road expanded. In the daytime, it probably was a great viewpoint. In the dark, it was a place to park and be swallowed by the darkness.
As my engine idled, Meggie undid her seatbelt. She balanced on her knees and looked at me.
"Hey."
I turned my head towards her. This time, she did place the palm of one hand gently on my face. Her smile was so angelic that I almost wanted to cry. Gently, she stroked my cheek.
"I can tell by all the questions that you're asking that you don't really want to talk. That's okay. Sometimes, there just are no words. I don't want you to be sad, though. What's your name...?"
"Stella," I said softly. She stroked her thumb over my lips as I said my name.
"Stella," she echoed. She looked deeply into my eyes. I felt myself getting lost. "Now that is a beautiful name. Come here, Stella."
She leaned over the parking break to place her mouth over my own. As our lips met, I felt her body extending a little farther. In a moment, I felt my seatback completely recline. There was a faint "click," and I noticed that she released my seatbelt soon afterwards.
"Sometimes, Stella," Meggie said, unbuttoning the top of her dress as she straddled my waist, "it's the really simple things that can help make things better."
She undid the buttons to her waist and shrugged back the fabric. I learned that her breasts were the same shade of moonlight as her face. Tender pink nipples were hardened into delectable looking points. Meggie stroked my dark black hair away from my face. She let her lips rest on mine very lightly, and for not nearly as long as I would have liked.
"Suck on my nipples," she whispered, bringing one breast to my mouth. "Take my breast between your lips, and suckle me like I'm your mother and you're my own sweet little baby. Do it, Stella. Mommy wants to feel you suck on her tits."
Shaking, I obeyed. I parted my lips to allow the tips of her breasts entry. I took as much as I could before closing my mouth. I sucked gently, at first, as if afraid that she'd change her mind if I went too fast. I could only do this for a little while. My desire began to consume me, and I suckled harder. I pulled her precious pink tit anxiously between my teeth, flicking my tongue over the very tip with quick, lashing repetitions. Meghan's back arched in ecstasy, and I grasped her other breast with one hand.
"Oh, baby...baby..." she moaned. There were tears at the corners of her eyes. I think I was hurting her a little. She looked as if she might ask me to stop. As the words seemed to form, I raised my other hand to her mouth. I slipped the fingers between her lips, feeling the words being stifled as I heard the consonants jumble. I slipped my fingers in and out of her mouth as I continued the assault on her breasts. As I noticed her near protests becoming groans, I slipped my digits out of her mouth.
"Oh!" she began, but quickly merged that into a grunt as the fingers she moistened reached beneath her dress, pulled aside the elastic of her panties, and penetrated her.
Her words only excited me further. My other hand left her breast and savagely tore her panties off. Futilely, she reached down to try to stop me. I was already squirming a finger from that hand into her tight little anus.
"Ah!" she cried. Her hand found my wrist and attempted to move it away. Stubbornly, I wriggled the finger deeper into her anus. "Oh, god, Stella, I've never - "
I let her breast leave my hungry mouth. I noticed that it was red and bore my teeth marks.
"Meghan," I murmured. Her dazed eyes found their way to my face. She looked halfway torn between ecstasy and pain. "Meghan, sweet Meghan. Please. I'm hurting so much inside, and you're the only one that can make it better. Will you please help me? Will you listen to me, and make me feel better?"
My words seemed to reach her softer, more philanthropic nature. Although she seemed hesitant, she nodded.
"Then come for me, Meggie," I said. In one swift motion, my fingers left her tight, juicy pussy and joined the ones that were already in her ass. The motion propelled her towards my face, and she screamed in pain. This quieted almost instantly as I positioned her sweet folds over my mouth.
"Come for me," I repeated, then thrust my tongue into her hole. I continued to fuck her with my tongue as my fingers stretched out her tiny virgin anus. I could see the tears streaming down her cheeks. The wetness from her womanhood flowed even more swiftly down my tongue and into my mouth. There was too much for me to take. I could feel some of the sweet, sticky fluid slide down my chin, over my neck, and into my hair.
I moved my head back long enough to bark commands: "Play with your tits."
She obeyed, massaging those gorgeous C cups in her hands. The nipples grew impossibly harder.
"Tell me you love me, Meggie."
"Oh...god...Stella, I - I love you!"
"Tell me that you like this."
"I love it, Stella! I love the way you fuck my pussy and fuck my ass with your fingers."
"Do you want me to stop, Meggie? Say the word, and I'll stop?"
"Ungh...no...please... Make me come, Stella. I want to come for you..."
With that, I stopped talking, and closed my lips on her clitoris. I sucked on it as hard as I'd sucked on her nipples, with the same flicking motion of my tongue. Within seconds, I felt the walls of her vagina tense. My face became shiny and sticky as her orgasm caused an especially large flush of fluid all over my face and hair. I drove my fingers in her ass one final, hard time, making sure she didn't move away as she came. As her body began to relax, I slid her so that she lay completely over me. I buried my hands in her hair and forced her mouth to meet mine, to taste how good she was.
"Thank you, Meggie," I whispered, stroking her hair and down to her bare ass. "You were right. I really do feel better, now."