Pretty New Hostess, Peyton - Sex Stories

Pretty New Hostess, Peyton

... awkward pause.

Smiling too, I introduced myself, and as we shook hands, I stumbled over my words, trying to hold a conversation. It was a little embarrassing and as she eventually left, I couldn’t believe how tongue tied she had made me, which left me again to think, “There’s no way.”

However, the more time I spent there, the more obsessed I was becoming, and when she happened to wear a pair of these tight yoga pants, that more than accentuated her tight little butt, I thought, “My god, I want to be with her.”

I wanted to see her as much as possible, and it had to be obvious I was looking to make something happen. We were becoming more personable, and the more we saw each other, the more it felt like we were becoming more friendly, leaving me to think, she might be attracted too.

Maybe I was giving her a lot of attention, but it was for good reason and maybe it was just me, but every time after taking me to a table, and saying my waitress would be over soon, she’d always give me a parting smile, always leaving me gawking as she walked away.

She had to know I was interested, at least I hoped she did and whenever she’d happen to casually stop by to check in and talk to me it made me think, “Maybe, just maybe, she is interested too,” but then again, I felt it was just her needing to be a good hostess.

I tried to ignore my feelings for her, being she was so much younger, but it was hard, and when I found out from one of the servers that she was actually in ...

... college, I again thought maybe, which again had me searching for a way to graciously ask her out.

Yea, I was fantasizing about being with her, and coming to realize there was no way, I left it alone. However, she was always on my mind, and feeling I needed to push it, I went way out of my comfort zone this one time when she happened to stop by my table to talk, and seeing an opening I bravely asked, “Do you maybe wanta go get a drink when you get off work?”

I knew it surprised her, I’m sure of that and after a long pause I said, “Yea, I’m sorry, you probably have a boyfriend.”

It made her smile and blushing she said, “No, I don’t have a boyfriend,” and looking at each other, I smiled, and as I thought of a way to respond, I shifted in my seat, but before I could say anything she said, “Sure I guess.”

It surprised me and as I searched for where we could possibly meet she said, “I’ll be right back.”

I worried that she was blowing me off but she eventually did come back, and seeing her apprehension I waited for her, hoping she’d indicate that she meant it. Wanting to see if there really was a possibility, I smiled and taking the opportunity, I suggested, “ How about somewhere down in olde town?”

She was hesitant how to answer, and I think she was hoping I really didn’t mean it, but then smiling she said, “Sure.”

I couldn’t believe it, but after talking about when and where, and exchanging phone numbers, she again left, heading back to the hostess station.

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