ABQ Denise

Let me tell you about Denise. She is the first redhead I had ever been with and the one who made me wonder whether or not the passion, open mindness and utter joy of giving and receiving sexual pleasure was just her or a trait of all redheads. She was not shy about what she wanted, liked or wanted to give, and she was very skilled and proud of her techniques, skills and knowledge. She was very much in touch with her sexuality and was very curious as well. She was very mischievous. It seemed like the “dirtier the better” and the more she liked it. Over time, she made clear that she was curious and eager to try even more. If she wasn’t moaning in pleasure, she was smiling. If her mouth was occupied, in her eyes you could see her joy. From the first time being with her to this very day, I love her and all redheads.

Denise was not knockout gorgeous but she was very pretty. Green eyes that always glowed with her happiness for life. She stands 5’ 3”, slim. Ample, not huge tits but big enough to enjoy in every way. Her legs seemed a little long for her frame but where they came together they made an incredible ass out of themselves. It was not too wide or too fat. It was for me, a true ass man, and a masterpiece of nature.

After four years in the Air Force and one year trying to sell stereo I decided to go to school. I lived in Albuquerque, NM at the time in a really bad apartment. I was getting a monthly grant and GI bill money and I worked part time at a convenience store that was just a few hundred feet from my apartment. It was barely enough to pay to bills so my social life was non-existent.

Two years before meeting Denise I went through an emotionally painful divorce from my wife who was my high school sweetheart. I was far from recovered from it emotionally. I know that sounds pathetic but if you married your high school sweetheart you know how deep that love can be.

I usually worked from 3pm to 11pm at the store so would get the rush hour crowd and then the drunks and stoners looking for something to munch on. One evening, I guess around 8:30 or so with the rush hour crowd finally winding down I noticed a really nice looking redheaded lady had come into the store. She was wearing a business pant suit. As she walked around the store I watched her every move. Even in the concave mirrors when she was in an aisle where I could see her, she really looked good. There was just something about her. When she came up to the counter she smiled the most beautiful smile. For a few seconds I was spellbound and speechless. After looking her up and down and then settling on her smiling green eyes, she cleared her throat and said,

“Hello.” Then looking at my name tag she said, “Hello Marty”. That smile, those green eyes…….

A little red faced and flustered I finally said, “Oh, Hi. I’m sorry but I got lost in those green eyes and I love your hair” (Holy shit where did this shy, dejected, rejected and emotionally scarred wuss find the courage to say that.) My eyes dropped to the counter in embarrassment.

Denise said, “Thank you. That’s very nice of you to say. It’s been a while since anyone has said something that nice to me.”

After ringing up her stuff I looked up, made eye contact and smiled then said, “That’s really hard to believe….. That’s $4.69”

Chuckling she said “No. I don’t need this for sixty-nine.”

That cracked us both up. What an icebreaker. I felt so much better about myself from that moment on. I bagged up her stuff; said thanks like a good clerk would and thanked her for the laugh too. Still smiling she grabbed her stuff and headed for the door. I watched her every step. She opened the door and just before stepping out she stopped and looked back at me. This time with a coy, almost shy look she said,

“Marty, right?

I smiled and nodded.

“Just checking.”

This first encounter happened in the late winter, probably March. Living in the southwest, in the dessert, at that altitude the weather can be a little strange. It can snow 4” overnight but it will melt all away by noon because of the hot sun and 60 degree temps. In the summer, with the dry 100 degree heat, low humidity and intense sun it’s like you don’t sweat because it evaporates as soon as it leaves your pores.

Anyway, as time went by Denise would come in from time to time. Her presence was enough to get me all flustered. We always had our little momentary flirts and innuendo filled little chats. They always made my day but that was all it was and all I expected it to be. Wow, was I wrong.

It wasn’t too long before I noticed that she would come in more often. She used to come in obviously on her way home from work because she always had her work clothes on. Now though, not only was it more often but at a later time, when the store wasn’t very busy so we would talk longer. She started wearing much more casual and sexy (at least to me) clothes.

In our new longer conversations after finally asking her name, one of the first things I found out is that she lived only a block away. Then, the more we talked the more comfortable I felt with her. She was smart and confident without being intimidating. She made me think and laugh and the sexual innuendo really got my imagination going and more than once I tried to hide my hard-on. (not always possible). She would smile even wider when she noticed.

By now its summer and she would walk over to the store in the heat usually wearing too short shorts and a colored, man’s tank top. Sometimes the shirt was too big and ¾ of each tit would be exposed on the side. Her nipples, hard or not, always pressed against the material. Always though, the walk over would get her really hot but as soon as she walks in the door and the AC hits her, boink, go her nipples and my dick got hard immediately. She would grab a soda and lean on the counter and drink it while we talked. She would always step aside when I had to ring-up another customer. Anymore, our conversations were never less than a ½ hour, most much longer than that. During the entire time of our conversations, the AC would keep her nipples hard and that and everything else about her kept my dick hard. She made it really difficult to do my job. She stimulated my mind, my heart and my body. She was incredibly sexy. I didn’t know if it was intentional or not but it was like every move she made was a sexual pose. Oh shit, I was falling hard.

One night, it had to be a Friday she came in later than usual still wearing her business suit obviously after working some overtime. No-one has ever worn a business suit so well. Her jacket was open and all but the bottom two buttons were undone and her shirt somehow was pushed away from her chest. There was nothing but skin to be seen as I stole a glance as she walked to the cooler and got herself a soda. She came up to the counter and leaned herself down onto her right elbow. In doing so her shirt pushed even farther away. I could now see the entire shape of her left tit and nipple. It was soooo sexy because it was unintentional (I think). Well, she caught me with my eyes down. She calmly looked down and figured out what I was looking at. She smiled and again, slowly, calmly, very slowly she stood up and adjusted her clothes. She’s all lady. There was an awkward pause………

In my mind I realized the confidence that this woman has given me and after all the time we spent talking, all her sexy clothes, poses and innuendo, turned me on like no other woman has turned me on before, it’s time to tell her what’s been on my mind.

She leaned back down onto the counter, took a sip of her soda……

“Denise, you’re an incredible lady. I’ve never felt so comfortable with anyone in my life. You make me laugh, you make me think and you turn me on beyond my wildest dreams. In fact you are the star of all of my wildest dreams. Everything about you turns me on. I wish I could take you out and treat you like I want too but if I tried I would only embarrass myself. My life right now is not worthy of a lady like you”

Her reply was not what I expected but more than I could have hoped for. She reached out with her hand and put it behind my neck, pulled me close and kissed me. As we pulled back from the kiss we both looked each other in the eye and smiled.

“You are an amazing guy. Unassuming, always the gentleman and you make me laugh too. I love to laugh. You stimulate me more than you know. I enjoy my visits here with you. Do really think I would do so much shopping at a convenience store? I’m here to see you.” She replies………… “Its 10:15 you get off at 11 right?”

“You know my schedule?” I ask.

“I don’t come here unless you’re here. If I need a convenience store there is a Circle K right across the street from me.”

“I’m flattered and yes, I get off at 11.”

“Ok, I’m going to leave you now and slip into something more comfortable.