My name is Amber, and this is the story about how a really old guy picked me up at my job at McDonalds, and I let him fuck me. I mean this guy was like older than my dad, y’know, like in his fifties. (Not like I see my dad anymore, after he split and left ma and me on our own.) I know, you’re thinking “ewww, gross, dude!”

Right?

But I’ll tell you how it happened, and how it wasn’t gross at all. In fact, I’m thinking about fuckin’ some more old guys, now I found out how fuckin’ amazing the sex is! If they all fuck like this dude, I’m all in, y’know!

So, a little bit about me, so you know where I’m comin’ from. I’ll be eighteen in two months, and I’m a senior at Chilicothe High School. It’s the only public high school in town, so that’s where I go. I live at the edge of town at Silverbrook Corner, one of three manufactured home communities in town. For those of you who don’t know, that’s what they call trailer parks now, cuz “trailer park” sounds kind of low-rent and maybe even a little ghetto. Silverbrook Corner, or “the brook” is a little low-rent, but it’s all ma can afford working her job, and getting no help from my old man, who split about five years ago, like I said. There’s actually quite a few single mom’s and teenagers living in “the brook” so it ain’t a bad place to live, and there’s always a party going on at somebody’s trailer just sbout every weekend, with no adults in sight.

That’s when I first got interested in sex, at one of those Friday night parties in somebody’s trailer. I don’t even remember whose it was now, even though it was only about 6 months ago. They’re all about the same anyway, so who cares. I had about three a those hard seltzers that night and a senior who was on the football team, and real cute if ya know what I mean, had been talkin’ to me, and then he was dancing with me, and then we went outside and were makin’ out. His name was Trace, and he was feelin’ me up, and started kissing my titties. They are real sensitive, ya know, and before long he had his hand inside my panties and he was fingerin’ me, and it felt so good, that when he said “Let’s find a room,” I said yeah, let’s. So we go back in the trailer and there’s a bedroom open, and we go in, and Trace starts lickin’ my pussy, and he’s makin’ me start to cum, and then he just pulls out his cock, and puts it in, and fucks me on that little bed. And after a while he flips me over, and starts fuckin’ me doggy-style, as they call it, and I start to cum like a mother. And I am just coming, real hard, and it’s pretty fuckin good, ya know. Trace was good at lickin pussy, and if he hadn’t done that, I don’t think I would have fucked him. But he was, and I did.

Anyway, back to the boring Saturday night that I was workin’ at the McD’s, and was just basically bored out of my mind. I’m wearin’ the fuckin’ uniform they make you wear, with the black pants, and the black shirt, and the stupid little visor cap. It makes you look like shit, in my opinion, but that’s what I was wearin’. I’m going around wiping tables down, when I see this old guy sittin’ in the corner, with a couple of cheeseburgers, fries and a Coke or something.

I wouldn’t usually notice an old guy, but he’s dressed in a nice sports coat, and looks kind of rich, with salt and pepper grey hair- and he looked a lot like that old actor, George Clooney. And I had noticed him come in, and I think that was his big black Mercedes-Benz in the parking lot. I mean, it must have been his, because no one else in the place could have been driving that car, ya know?

So, I guess I should also tell you what I look like, so you’ll know why what he said got my attention. I don’t think I’m all that cute, but I am kind of skinny but with kind of a bubble butt. I’m about 5’ 9”, a pale white girl, and I’ve got blonde, or I guess what you call “dirty blonde” hair, and it’s not curly or anything, it just hangs down to my shoulders. I was wearing it in pigtails that night, and it was kind of scruffy and limp, cuz I hadn’t washed it for about three days. I’ve got 32 B tits, nice and perky, but under that black shirt, you can’t really tell, and besides they make you wear a bra. Like I said, I have kind of a bubble butt, and since I got the uniform about a year ago, it was getting sort of tight and it was stretched tight over my little ass, ya know.

So as I’m wiping down tables, I come over to the table next to his, and he smiles at me, and of course I smile back and say “Hi”, cuz I want to be friendly to customers, ya know. And I notice he’s got a nice smile, with nice white teeth, like sparkly white- kinda like a movie star, if you know what I mean. And his teeth ain’t like mine, because I’ve got a little overbite, and my two front teeth stick out a little and make me look a little younger than I really am.

Anyway, he’s got a cute smile, but he looks at me after I smile and say “Hi” and says, “Aren’t you going to wipe down my table?”

So I say, “We usually wait till the customer leaves to wipe his table, ya know.”

And he says, “Well, I’d really appreciate it if you’d wipe down my table now.”

And he says it like an order, and it gives me a little shiver, like he is ordering me to do it, and I guess I just said, “Well, OK,” and I come over to his table. And when I spray the table, then bend over to wipe it down, I know he can look down my black shirt and maybe see a little bit of cleavage between my tits, ya know. And I guess I was leaning down he could get a look and when Iooked up, I was lookin’ him right in his eyes. But his eyes were lookin’ right down my blouse, ya know. So I stay leaned down a few seconds longer than I needed to, and kept wiping his table, and finally, his eyes shift up, and he looks me right in my eyes, with his big blue eyes.

He says in a really deep sort of raspy voice, “I’ve never seen a girl who looked so good in a McDonald’s black uniform, babe.” Then he reached and just lifted my name badge far enough to read it, and said, “I mean, Amber.” And it was weird, because when he lifted my badge, I could swear he brushed over my tit, and I got another shiver. And he didn’t use any of those old, corny, and lame lines like I hear about 30 times a day. Lines like “nice McMuffins”, or “I’m lovin’ it”, or the absolute worst, “would you like a taste of my Big Mac.” The fact that he didn’t use any goofy line made me pay attention, because so many old guys use those goofy and gross little McDonald’s jokes. Who the fuck needs to be reminded they work at a McD’s, right?

He was still looking at me, with his big blue eyes, and asked, “When do you get off, Amber?” And the way he said ‘get off’ it sounded dirty, like he was asking when I was going to cum, ya know. And you know he was talking to me just inches away, because I was leaning over his table wiping it down. And I knew I shouldn’t answer him, and should have walked away, but like when he told me to wipe his table, I couldn’t. He was kind of demanding to know when I got off work. And I had to answer, is what it felt like. So I turned around to look at the clock, and saw it was 9:45. And when I turned back around, this guy was looking right at my ass, and it was like he was licking his lips a little, you know. It was so obvious he was checking out my ass and he didn’t even act like he was busted. Just kept looking, like it was perfectly normal. I guess the fat that he was so confident that he could do that turned me on, and I got another little shiver, from his looking. And so when I turned back around, I sort-of smiled and said, “I guess you like my uniform pants, eh? I get off in about fifteen minutes.”

Then he said, “Great, Amber. I’ll wait for you in my car over on the side of the store. The black Mercedes.”

He didn’t ask if I wanted to go with him or anything. He just said I’ll wait for you in my car, as if it was assumed I would meet him there. And again, I knew I should have said “no,” or “I can’t” or some other lame excuse, but I didn’t. I just mumbled “ok” and turned to wipe the next table. And I just walked away, trying to figure out if I had just agreed to be picked up by this guy or what.

So when my shift ended, and I clocked out, and walked to the exit, I wasn’t surprised to see that big Mercedes parked on the side, and I just walked over to the passenger door, and looked into the open window. He was in the driver seat, and smiled again, with his cute smile, and said, “hop in.” I didn’t ask where we were going or anything, I just got in. He started driving and pulled in to the big Marriott Hotel by the freeway. It was funny because he didn’t ask if I had any other plans; he just assumed I would come with him.

And I did. When he got out, first he looked at me, smiled and said, “You don’t need this anymore,” and just reached over and took off my name badge. When he took it off, he had to hold my shirt, and he held it right up against my boob, and it gave me another major rush, because his hand felt warm and firm against my body. We walked inside, and he put a big hand on my hip as he walked me toward the bar off the lobby. We walked into the bar, and he pointed me toward a dark red leather booth at the side and gestured for me to sit, and then he slid in next to me. The waitress came, and he ordered a scotch and asked me what I wanted. I ordered a rum and Coke, and when the waitress left he put a big hand on my thigh, and gently massaged me, and then let his hand slowly slide first down my thigh to my knee, and then back up, letting it come to rest just millimeters from my pussy. It gave me another major shiver, and I looked over and saw he was smiling, and he leaned down and just gave me a little kiss, right on the lips, no tongue, but just very sensuous. Wow. I got another major shiver.

When our drinks came, he asked me about school, and then if I had a boyfriend—which I don’t. Then he asked if I lived with my parents, and when did they expect me home. I drank my drink kind of fast, I guess, because I was kind of nervous, and he laughed and ordered me another. I told him my ma didn’t really give a shit when I came home, and she was probably staying over at her boyfriend’s house, because it was a weekend.

He smiled and said, “Good, because I want you to spend the night with me.” I got another shiver, and then I felt his hand move just slightly and press up against my crotch, through the McDonald’s pants. I know I should have said “No, I can’t” but I really was a little too turned on, and I was kind of wondering what was gonna happen. I just sort of mumbled something like, “Well, I guess ... maybe.”

Then he told me I was maybe the sexiest girl he had ever met.

I was like, “Huh? Really? I can’t believe a guy like you doesn’t meet a lot of sexy women. And they must be hella sexy- sexier than some skinny high school girl.”

He said, “No, really, there is something uniquely erotic about you, Amber. You are wearing a uniform that is supposed to hide any sign of sexuality, and yet you just radiate a kind of raw, erotic sexual energy. I’ve been turned on since I first saw you, and now, you’ve given me a raging, huge, hard-on. Here feel it”