The Girl from the Diner

My name is Jeff. I am a 40 year old father of three beautiful daughters. Before you ask, I have never and never intend on having sexual relations with either of my daughters. I am Captain in my home towns Fire Department, on my off days, I run a pretty successful landscaping business, so my family and I live a pretty comfortable life. My wife left us a couple years back. She was destined to succeed in the big business world and my girls and I stood in her way. Although she didn’t completely abandon the girls, her time with them diminished each year. As a firefighter, I worked 24 hours on shift and 48 hours off, therefore my girls have pretty much learned to take care of themselves while I am on shift. I am very proud of the young ladies they have become. My oldest daughter had graduated high school and immediately headed off to college leaving her sisters and I alone. My middle daughter was 16 and the baby was 13. Shyanne my middle daughter loved helping me with the landscaping business and now, being school was out, she was pretty much taking care of the work herself, alone with a couple guys I had on pay roll.

Any way, on to the purpose of this story, I was a creature of habit, every morning on my way to the firehouse, I would stop at this little diner and have breakfast, and the next morning on the way home I would stop again. It was a quaint little diner, nothing fancy, and the staff was very friendly. On this particular morning, I went in and sat at the bar, as I normally did, and took the menu from the napkin holder. I really didn’t need the menu, because I knew everything the diner served but it was a habit.

“Hi there, what can I do you for?” A sweet voice with a Spanish accent said behind the menu.

I lowered the menu; the voice was unfamiliar to me. Standing smiling at me was a cute, young Latina girl, holding an order pad. Her dark brown eyes were staring at me. She was standing behind the bar, so I could only make out her upper body appearance, and I really liked what I could see. She had a beautiful smile, the top three buttons of her uniform were unbuttoned and her light brown skin was high lighted by the light pink uniform. Her breast were full, I would imagine a nice firm C cup, due to the cleavage she was displaying. Her black hair was pulled into a pony tail and her slim brows were raised waiting for my answer.

“Hi there, you are new.” I said laying the menu down on the counter.

“Yes sir, I am Jen. My uncle owns this place is letting me work here during the summer. Would you like a cup of coffee?”

“Yeah, that would be nice, Jen. I will also have a stack of pancakes, 2 eggs over easy and a side of grits.”

“Wow,” she said writing my order, “Healthy appetite you have there, mister.”

“I am Jeff, no mister needed. I come in here a lot.”

“Ok, I will get this in to the kitchen.”

I watched Jen as she worked around the counter. She was very friendly and we talked while she worked and I waited for my food. I learned that she was 17 and attended the same high school as my girls. Although she knew who my daughters were, she didn’t really know them. She walked from behind the counter to fill the salt and pepper shakers. This was the first time I got to see the lower part of her body, and it was definitely worth the short wait.

The pink uniform skirt came down just above her knee. Her legs were long and toned. She walked with a graceful stride, almost making it like she was walking on air. Her full hips swayed like rippling water. It was not a flirty sway, to her it seemed natural. As she leaned across the table, her left leg lifted up, giving me a nice view of her youthful thigh. I sipped my coffee as I admired her. She went to the kitchen and got my food and brought it to me. I ate, gave her a generous tip and went to work.

I kept my routine up every day. While at the diner, Jen and I would talk and over the next couple months, we got pretty comfortable around each other and would make flirtatious comments. On my part, everything was innocent. Although I thought Jen was a beautiful young lady, I kept my comments PG rated and never got out of line. Jen was between my two older daughters in age, so normally, I seen her as young and innocent and would do nothing to break the trust she had built for me.

In early August, my heart was broken when I stopped by the diner, and Jen was not there. I asked Donna, one of the other waitresses, where she was, and Donna informed me that Jen was signing up for classes. I had forgotten that today was sign up day, so I finished my meal and headed home to get my girls. They were waiting on me in the drive way when I pulled up and we quickly headed toward the school.

We pulled into the school parking lot and went inside. The girls seen some of their friends and were off with them. I followed with some distance behind them. I knew I cramped their style and had learned to stay back in the shadows. When they needed me, they would summons me, and I would assist them in what ever they needed. As I walked down the hall, I saw Jen a little ways in front of my girls. I swallowed hard as I watched her glide down the hall. She had on a pair of white shorts that would have been against the schools dress code if school had been in session. The legs of the shorts barely covered the fleshy round mounds of her ass. Her toned calf muscles tightened with each step she took. She wore a pink tank top, one of the ones that have the built in bra. When she turned I could see the impression of her ample breast pressing against the tight material. I wasn’t the only one to notice the young vixen. Every guy she passed turned to watch her pass. My girls finished their activities and we started walking toward the truck. As we approached my truck, I heard someone call my name. I turned, and it was Jen. She had seen me walking across the parking lot. She began to jog over to where I was. I wish that she hadn’t. As she jogged, her breast bounced with each step and by the time she got to where I was, she had to readjust her top to properly cover her assets.

“Hi girl, I missed you at the diner this morning.” I said, trying to bring my eyes up to her face.

“You did, did you?”

“Yep, the service wasn’t nearly what I have been use to.”

“Well I am sure Mrs. Donna treated you right, I know she was glad that I wasn’t there.”

I stopped my flirting before I made a fool of myself in front of my girls. I introduced Jen to my girls and they talked about the classes they had signed up for and exchanged stories of their potential instructors. After ten minutes or so, we said our good byes and Jen walked to her car as we pulled out of the parking lot and headed home. The drive home was pretty quiet. My mind drifted back to Jen trotting across the parking lot. For the first time, my thoughts became sexual. I imagined her running topless and her breast bouncing free from the tank top. My daughter brought me back to earth.

“Dad, can we go ahead and go get our supplies?”

“Sure.” I replied.

We went to Wal-Mart and purchased all their supplies and some groceries and headed home. As the girls packed their supplies into their back packs, I prepared dinner. When it was ready we sat at the table and ate. The conversation was about school and the friends they had seen while at school, and the ones that they hadn’t seen, then the conversation took a big turn.