A Second Chance to Make It Right
Copyright© 2012 by Submissive Romantic
Chapter 10
Time Travel Sex Story: Chapter 10 - An old man is on his death bed. He asks God for a chance to re-live his life, to make things right. He gets his wish; but not as he expected.This is the story of that second chance.
Caution: This Time Travel Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft Consensual Romantic Time Travel DoOver Incest First Oral Sex Slow
For me, my birthday was no big deal. Mom made a cake with sixteen candles which she brought out after dinner. They all sang happy birthday, I made a special wish and blew out the candles.
Now that I was sixteen, I was able to get a part-time job. In our area there were two types of part-time jobs; retail or the food industry. I chose the food industry, specifically as a waitress. I worked in a local family restaurant, the base pay was low, but the tips were good. The clientele tended to get in and get out as fast as they could which meant that the turnover of tables was high. With my old man's mind and my young girl's body, I knew when and how to get the biggest tips. I was not ashamed to flirt with a group of single guys, unbutton one more button on my uniform and bend over to take their order. Or provide extra fast service to a family with three kids all under the age of ten. I was always happy and smiling, I even helped carry out large orders for the other waitresses.
More important to me was that in two days, we were going to have our first track meet. I was really nervous before the meet. This was the first time in either life that I had ever competed against anyone, other than in practice. Fortunately, it was a home meet so there were some friendly faces in the stands. My brother Jack had stayed for the meet. I could hear him from across the field shouting when it was time for my first throw in the shot putt. I guess I shouldn't have been so nervous; my toss was fifteen feet further than my competition. I beat the same girl in the discus a half hour later and a different girl by twenty feet in the javelin. The competition in the field events in women's track and field is pretty thin, very few girls spend most of their time weight lifting and fewer still are as strong as I am.
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