Gas station romance [MF]

There once was a guy, average height for a man dark featured and handsome. And there once was a girl. Drunk, shy, weird. Not the type to stand out to a man really. But this guy really caught her eye. He was her exact type in every way possible. She once saw him as she was going to beauty school and he was taking out some trash. Very sexy I know. But he made it so sexy. And that is when this all began. The late night store runs began. Heck she needed her alcohol and snacks anyways why not? But let’s be honest about the real reasons she came by. To see him. Because he significantly brightened her day. The adrenaline would rush right before seeing him. Heart pounding, she’d go up to the counter and try and do something slightly cute or flirtatious. And she caught him at times acting flirty back. Eventually of course. Took long enough. Long enough of coming in and catching stolen glances or trying to sneakily look him over a bit. Nothing too pervy of course. But she just couldn’t help herself. He was her kryptonite. And wrapped up in the most delectable package. She felt too tall and too unattractive but she just had to have him. And once she set her mind to things she often got it. So one night, when it was late enough to where it was deserted she thought, “Tonight is when I will see if he is also willing”.

She wears the most slinky revealing lingerie style dress that is to her knees and deep burgundy. It is cold out tonight even though it is summer so she has a light long cardigan slightly wrapped around her and the dress. Perfume caressing her skin and delicate jewelry hugging it. She makes a beeline for the gas station door. And there he is. Her heart caught in her throat as it so desperately tried to escape her body. “H-H-Hi” She barely spits out. Wow could you be more lame? She thinks to herself. His brooding and penetrating stare catch hers back. Her favorite. “Hi”. He says in his sexy slightly deep voice. She walks to the alcohol section trying desperately to find something classy to buy. Four loko? Not a chance. She looks through the whole beer section. Finally she settles on a cheap single small bottle of champagne that only holds about 3 glasses total. Perfect, she thinks. She turns around to saunter up to the counter. Heart has flown the chest again. It leaped out and was hovering somewhere near the bathroom. Got to go catch it. She makes a mental note and fixes her gaze back on his intense one. Try to think brain try to think. “So, how’s your day been?”. At least there is no stutter this time. “Ah it’s been okay m’am” . His slight accent is lighting up her body in the most spectacular way. Must remain calm. She shifts in her shoes. Here goes nothing “I was wondering if you would perhaps like to join me in celebrating, maybe in the bathroom or I don’t know wherever works”. Wow. You just went there. You implied something didn’t you. What is he going to say? You idiot that was way too forward. He looks up intense gaze fixed on mine, expressionless. Oh shit. Did she fuck it all up?

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/khwghz/gas_station_romance_mf