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Secret Valentine

Copyright© 2023 by OmegaPet-58

Chapter 5: The Customer Lounge Lizard

Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 5: The Customer Lounge Lizard - Melanie, struggling single mother to Amy, 4, is lonely and financially desperate. Unexpectedly, a prosperous but secretive admirer makes contact, but only in ways that conceal his identity. Because, he says, he has crippling shyness. His missteps almost end the relationship before it can begin. Just when a breakthrough seems possible, he disappears! — Possibly my best story here on SOL. Romantic, not very explicit. Hope you like it! (Revised 2/17/23)

Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Consensual   Romantic   Heterosexual   Fiction   Rags To Riches   Tear Jerker   Slow  

Saturday, January 21, 2023, 9:00 a.m.

Approaching the podium at the Honda dealer’s service department, Melanie steeled herself for an unpleasant encounter. Usually, auto mechanics talked down to her, or tried to upsell her for extra services.

However, this guy was older, and smiled warmly when she stepped forward while holding Amy’s little hand.

“Melanie Geary: I have a 9:00 appointment.”

“Yes, we have your booking. My name is Earl Astin, and I will be your contact here. You are down for four new tires, and we will inspect your car and come back with an estimate for the suspension work.

“I can tell you some good news, we have tires in stock that will fit your Civic, and you have two good choices. I’ve got Michelins for $140 each, and Kumho tires for $68 each. I’m surprised, these are actually very low sale prices on both of these brands.

“Seeing your daughter here with you, I’m going to suggest the Kumhos. The Michelins will last a lot longer, but, frankly, that’s a waste because of the age of your Civic. I promise, the cheaper tires are just as safe. Kumhos are on my car that I use for my granddaughter. Let me get your details and keys, and we will get started.”

Directed to the lounge, Melanie was pleased to find some crayons and coloring books, and some battered but still readable books for older children, including Dr. Seuss. Another girl (maybe 4 years old?) was happily coloring, and Amy joined her. There was another man nearby reading the newspaper.

He has to be that girl’s father. Jeez, that guy is huge, I’d guess he’s at least a foot taller than I am.

Earl found her in the lounge and went through the necessary and the recommended repairs with Melanie. After her approval, spending all of the funds from Mystery Man, Earl reassured her that her car would be back in a safe and reliable condition for her daughter. “We will be done and have you out of here by 11 or 11:30, I think. Also, I put a little head space in these estimates so you won’t be surprised at the cashier by taxes and so on.”

Melanie favored Earl with a warm smile and thanked him for his consideration as he gave her copies of the estimates and returned to the Service Department.

I would be a better person, I think, if I had extended family like Earl when I was growing up. I’m not used to guys being, well, friendly, like that. And that warm little tone in his voice, when he mentioned his granddaughter. Sure, he could be just acting, but I feel better after our conversation.

Another man came in and sat near Melanie. Although there was plenty of empty seating, he chose the same sofa as Melanie, and sat unusually close, almost arm’s reach. He almost immediately introduced himself as Eddie and started a conversation.

He was asking a lot of questions, getting more and more aggressive and personal. It was obvious that he was trying to pick her up. Melanie’s responses were increasingly irritated and finally, explicit. But he was clearly ignoring her words and trying to steamroller her.

Fuck! Get lost, you asshole.

Reaching for her bag, Melanie was about to go for help.

Suddenly, a shadow fell over Eddie, and he looked up. The best word for what was happening was “looming.” That other girl’s father had a soft voice, but he spoke with a clear edge in his tone.

“You’re going to stop talking now and get away from her. Aren’t you?”

“Why? I’m not doing nothin’.”

“You misunderstand. This is not a discussion. Now go away. I will NOT ask you again.”

It was subtle, but the father altered his stance, as if to prepare for a physical, rather than verbal, interaction.

Eddie glared stubbornly, but then he folded, and found somewhere else to be.

“Thank you, sir. I’m Melanie, and my daughter Amy is over there with yours. Have a seat. Please!”

She watched him gracefully settle his big body into the sofa next to her.

“Sure. Actually, I’m also named Edward, but don’t hold it against me. That’s Cassie over there coloring next to Amy. So you’re OK?”

“Oh, I’m fine. It’s unusual for idiots to hit on me like that. Unless that dumbass couldn’t figure out that I had a child here. I’m getting old enough to be invisible to harassing men, on the rare occasion I am out by myself.”

“Not invisible. Oops. Excuse me, I’m not also trying to pick you up. Not every man is scared away by children. The ones that are, you are better off without. But, good grief, you are very visible to the non-gay men of the world, I promise.”

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