Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... and Lee counted down their register and receipts, then split their tips with Bill. Bill had a smoke on the back steps before climbing in his truck and going home. It had been a long night and day for him.

Deeny had to relieve herself before leaving to pick up Lee at the high school. Yvonne was standing at the sink looking in the mirror trying to primp a little bit. She was fluffing her chestnut hair, pulling at faded and silvered whisps with a smirk bordering on a frown. She was still there when Deeny finished and came out of the stall. Yvonne looked a little dejected as she studied herself in the mirror.

“What’s wrong Y?” Deeny asked, using the familiar contraction of Yvonne’s name that sounded oddly like she was asking the question “Why”.

Yvonne looked over at the younger girl at the next sink as she washed her hands and primped herself a little in the mirror as well. Yvonne smiled sadly, both for the answer that first came to her mind and for the reason that she wanted so badly to just grab Deeny by the waist and kiss those full beautiful lips of hers… but knew that she had to wait till the time was right… if ever.

“Nothing wrong honey. I’m just a tired old hussy who’s pushing past her prime. I guess I’m just feeling my years and maybe a little sorry for myself.” Yvonne said in a tired voice while she watched Deeny dab at her face and fuss a bit with her hair.

“You might be a tired hussy, but you’re not “old”. Girl… half the men who come in this place ogle ...

... you like you were on the dessert menu.” Deeny said with a giggle before turning to look at Yvonne.

“Well, don’t you just say the nicest things? You’re so sweet YOU should be on the dessert menu!” Yvonne said with a giggle and winked at Deeny.

“I’d love to eat you up little lady!” Yvonne thought to herself as she smiled at Deeny if a little sadly.

Deeny stood there for a moment longer looking into the sad eyes of the older waitress, the smile was genuine but it was as sad as the eyes looking back at her. How could such beautiful emerald green eyes look so sad? There was something else in those eyes, something that Deeny had seen in the looks of a couple of others in her few short years. While it made her heart skip a beat or two it also made her shiver for some reason.

Wringing her hands dry on the old roll down cloth towel dispenser hanging beside the mirror, Deeny took a deep breath. On impulse she stepped over to Yvonne and stood directly in front of her looking up slightly into the taller woman’s eyes. Their faces were only inches apart and both could feel the other’s breath on their lips. Both women searched the other’s eyes for a moment. Sensing this was not the moment to explore, Deeny smiled a bit nervously and reached out with her left hand and rubbed Yvonne’s right arm just below the shoulder.

“See you tomorrow morning Y…” Deeny said almost reverently before releasing Yvonne’s arm and turning to exit the lady’s room.

Yvonne, inhaled with a gasp. She ...