Her Name Was Angela - Sex Stories

Her Name Was Angela

... never certain how much time passed, but with her face still buried in the soaking wet sleeves of her denim jacket, she sensed movement beside her just before she heard the faint tap of a serving tray being set on the table. Slowly lifting her head, Nancy's nostrils filled with the wondrous aroma of fresh hot food as she found herself staring down at a Big Mac, a super-sized order of fresh hot fries, a super-sized beverage and a fresh, hot apple pie on a tray directly in front of her. Nancy's heart was suddenly ramming furiously against the inside of her chest as her head reflexively turned to the side to find the beautiful young woman who'd so graciously let her use the telephone standing beside the booth and smiling sweetly down at her. "You look like you could use something to eat honey," the young woman said very compassionately. “I don’t have any money,” Nancy stammered. "I know,” the young woman replied. “But with billions and billions served, I think McDonald's can afford to buy you dinner." Nancy was speechless. She searched the young woman's face and found nothing there but selfless compassion and genuine concern for a fellow human being. Nancy felt warmth fill her heart unlike anything she'd ever known. Was this what the people in AA meant when they talked about unconditional love for your fellows? Tears streamed down her cheeks and her throat ached from the tightness of all the emotions raging through her. "Thank you," Nancy managed to spit out through her veil of ...

... tears. "It's my pleasure sweetie," the young woman said as her beautiful, compassionate smile never faltered. The young woman then went off about her duties as Nancy dove into her meal, devouring it like a famished lion. Though she had eaten McDonald's thousands of times in her life, she couldn't remember a time when it tasted so wonderful. True, she was starving; but somehow, it was more than that. As Nancy swallowed the last bite of her scrumptious hot apple pie and washed it down with a deep swig of ice cold Coca-Cola, the young woman returned with her ever present radiant smile filling her beautiful face. "Feel better?" She asked sweetly. "You have no idea," Nancy replied. "Would you like some more Coke?" "Is it possible I could get some more coffee instead? It's cold out tonight," Nancy said. "Kind of figured you’d want more coffee," the young woman said as she produced a pot of fresh coffee from behind her back and refilled Nancy’s cup. "I don't know how I can ever thank you for your kindness," Nancy said humbly. "The look on your face is all the thanks I need honey," she replied. "Could you sit down with me?" Nancy asked softly. "Thought you'd never ask," the young woman beamed as she slid into the booth across the table from Nancy. "My name's Nancy. Nancy Jennings." "Angela. Angela Litteral." The two women shook hands and Nancy seemingly became caught in a trance as she clenched Angela's soft and sensual hand. She felt a divine warmth flowing out of the younger woman's ...