LAST summer, I took my family on a road trip across the country. We did a loop around 18 states and stopped at many cool, unknown places. It was the best trip we’ve ever had.

For me though, the highlight was the two days before we left. I took the car in to the shop to get serviced: filters replaced, tires rotated, standard stuff. When I walked into the service office and got a glimpse of who was sitting behind the desk, I had to make sure I didn’t stare.

The receptionist was a gorgeous brunette, about 25 years old, with a body like a swimsuit model. She was wearing a tight yellow tank top with a deep V-neck that accentuated her full, round breasts. It was easy to tell that she wasn’t wearing a bra because I could see the outline of her nipples through her shirt.

I felt myself getting... Read More