It was the end of summer and I had yet to get laid. A girl- tall, lean, and blonde, walked into my store. I watched her; she noticed me watching, winked, and pointed toward the bathrooms. Instantly, I was at half mast. She was GORGEOUS- her long legs were tanned by the summer sun, her breasts bounced so vigorously with every step they nearly jumped out of her tight-fitting crop-top. If she just proposed what I think she proposed, my luck is about to change.
I waited a second, and then went to the bathrooms. The store had two and they were a single toilet and sink each. I walked into the first one, but the light was off. I turned to open the door to the second. My hand trembled, I suddenly felt self-conscious of the large semi I was packing downstairs, as I reached for the door handle.
She was waiting in the bathroom, her clothes discarded on the floor. As soon as the door was closed behind me, she pounced. Her hands explored my body, ripping of clothes and pausing to appreciate some of my better features.