When I was 19 I worked a job that I didn’t care much for but it paid the bills. I was six feet tall about 170 pounds. Dark brown hair with a matching groomed beard and mustache.
For the past week I couldn’t get a beautiful aext little redhead that was working at the movie theater last weekend when I went to see Beverly Hills Cop. I figured that she had to be at least 16. She was so tiny. A little over five feet tall. Tiny little thin body. Long red hair with nice little perky titties and the sweetest little ass that I ever saw.
I couldn’t concentrate on Eddie Murphy as I sat sipping on my root beer and munching on buttered pop. All I could think about was that hot redhead on the back of my motorcycle with her titties rubbing into my back.
I have always been one of those people who just had to know. So I figured that I would go see Beverly Hills Cop again. So I bought myself a new pair of jeans, a maroon t shirt and I dusted off my cowboy riding boots with the pointy toes.
When I strutted into the atrium of the theaters, there she was behind the counter. This time she had her hair up in a ponytail. Wow I thought. Her neck looked so kissable. I wanted to nibble on her ears and her hard nipples poked through her Victoria’s Secret bra and blue collared pull over shirt. Probably a result of the cold air conditioning.
I stood in line behind a woman and five kids who I could tell was driving the hot redhead out of her mind so I had plenty of time to figure out my first move on the beautiful young thing while I would occasionally check out her titties and hard nipples.
I was lucky that the people behind me got impatient and moved to another line. Because when it was my turn to order I was all tongue tied. I tried to be cool.but I must have looked like a dweeb to her.
However there must have been something that she liked about my babbling because when I handed her a little piece of paper and asked her to call me so I could take her for a ride on my motorcycle, she smiled big and nodded with excitement.
I was woken up a little after 1 am by the phone ringing. I answered expecting it to be an emergency or something but instead I heard a soft young voice. I had a little bit of morning wood that suddenly got a little harder.
I softly and slowly stroked my boner as we talked for about a half hour. We agreed to meet at 11am at the theater and take a ride to the mountains on my bike.
She was already there when I pulled up. I cut the engine and got off the bike. I unstrapped my passengers helmet for her. She looked so nice. Her hair was in a braid. She had a denim jacket over a olive button up shirt that was not buttoned but tied above her naval. I could see a little bit of her Victoria’s Secret black bra under her beige silky tank top. Her jeans were snug but not too tight. And she wore brown high heel boots.
The temperature was about 78 degrees and was predicted to rise to about 92.
We made a stop.at Dairy Queen before heading out. I admired how beautiful and sexy she was and she noticed me checking her put as we carried on awkward conversation. She told me not to expect her to be easy. But I wasn’t anyways. I wanted to get to know her.