Beautiful, sweet, young Andrea comes to me.... - Sex Stories

Beautiful, sweet, young Andrea comes to me....

I can't believe I'm writing about this. In fact it's hard to believe it even happened. Let me take you back, briefly, to the beginning of this adventure. There is a well known chain restaurant near where I live that I go to often. It's attached to one of the larger hotels and they get a lot of walk in's from the hotel side. I prefer to sit in the bar area and because of that I've gotten to know several of the female bartenders reasonably well, in a customer/waitress sort of way. I guess I'm what you'd call a 'regular'. I'm usually generous with the tips when I get excellent service and naturally, being the horny ass bastard that I am, I really appreciate and enjoy it when the girls stop and talk for a minute, or smile and wave even when they're not my server. I should let the cat out of the bag right away and say I'm easily old enough to be their father. Most of the gals that work there are probably college age and go to the local university. Now that I think about it, all the servers there are probably hired off the campus. Anyway, there are a number of ladies that work there that are very good looking, fit and athletic. Now, I'm by no means a prude or purist when it come to the 'type' of women I prefer. I am equally attracted to all shapes and sizes but if I have any preference it would be toward a physically fit woman with a nice flat tummy. A flat tummy on a college girl is a thing of erotic beauty and has been a huge turn on for me since I reached puberty. So, back ...

... on point here, about a week ago, when I paid the bill, I gave the waitress my phone number, as usual, so she could enter my 'points'. I've done that so often I don't even think about it anymore. Well, the other night when she brought my check and receipt back to the table, I very quickly noted there was another phone number written on it! However, by the time I noticed the number, my server, whom I'll call Andrea to protect her privacy, was already gone. I gently tucked the receipt into my wallet, took a last sip of water and stood up to leave. Just then, I caught Andrea's eye, who was behind the bar . She was leaning over doing something and returned my look with a dazzling smile that radiated from her pretty face. Her green eyes, were smiling just as much as the rest of her. I paused for just a fraction of a second and returned her smile with a gentle nod of my head and left the restaurant. Seated in my car, a BMW 5 series, I pulled the receipt out of my wallet and sat for a good long time looking at the number and trying to screw up enough nerve to call it. Finally, curiosity getting the best of me, I dialed in the number. With a final bit of confidence I could muster, I pressed the send button and waited. The phone began to ring on the other end and after 4 or 5 rings, the voice mail picked up. A very sweet sounding and perky voice said 'Hi! This is Andrea and I'm sorry I missed your call. You know what to do at the beep.' I punched the end call button before leaving a ...