My story takes place about six years ago, just as I was starting my sophomore year of college.

I was still living with my parents instead of in the dorms a couple of miles away. I was working three nights a week and some weekends in a nice little seafood restaurant, also nearby. When the weather was good I would ride my bike to school and then to work after class.

My waitress uniform consisted of a man’s long-sleeved white shirt, black bow tie, very short black skirt, black sneakers, and white socks. Most of the girls looked really cute in these outfits, but I always felt awkward. I was a long-legged five-foot-seven, and always felt that the supershort skirt made my legs look too skinny.

One evening after school I was at work at the restaurant and it was very slow. In my section there were only two tables with customers. At one of those tables was a married couple out on a date without their kids for the first time in months. They didn’t tell me in so many words, but I got the feeling that they wanted to be left alone as much as possible once their dinner arrived.

At my other table was a single woman, about 35, sitting by herself. She was very pretty, and I thought it unusual that she was alone. She was really quite lovely, with short blonde hair and a nice rich tan. She wore a dark suit with a long skirt buttoned down one side. On the empty table next to her she had an open briefcase, with a stack of folders and papers spilling out.

She ordered some shrimp, a salad, and a glass of wine, and when I brought the wine to her table I said that she looked busy. She smiled up at me and said she didn’t mind talking. She’d been on the road on business for almost two weeks and would actually enjoy a little conversation. She called me by my name, Kerrie, and that threw me for an instant until I remembered I was wearing a nametag. She said her name was Grace, and we shook hands. “Okay, Grace,”I said. “If you need anything else, just wave.”

I don’t know what made me look, but her skirt and legs definitely caught my eye. Her long skirt was unbuttoned about halfway up her thigh, and her legs were crossed, revealing very shapely, toned calves. I started to walk away, and when I glanced back, she was watching me out of the corner of her eye, smiling. I was totally embarrassed, and could feel myself blushing, grateful that the restaurant was dark. When I returned with the shrimp and salad, her skirt was unbuttoned even farther, and I could see where the tops of her stockings ended and the smooth skin of her thighs began. I noticed she had also unbuttoned her blouse a little, exposing a bit of cleavage.

She whispered, “Thank you, Kerrie.”I stood there frozen for what seemed like a minute but it was actually only a second or two. I didn’t know what to say, and could not understand why she was making me feel so uncomfortable. I think I returned her smile, and I hurried away before I could get even more embarrassed.

Back in the kitchen the boss was telling the other girls that, because business was so slow, maybe some of us could go home early. I gladly accepted, partly because I thought I should catch up on some studying but mostly because I needed to get outside and clear my head.

I went to my first table and told the couple there that I was leaving for the night. Then I went over to Grace’s table. She looked up from her papers, smiled, and said, “Hi, Kerrie.”

I was so nervous I was barely able to blurt out that I was leaving early, and I thanked her for coming in.

“Too bad,”she said. “We were just getting to know each other.”

“Maybe I’ll see you next time you come in,”I replied.

She reached out to shake my hand once again, and hesitantly I put my hand out too.

Her touch was very gentle, and instead of actually shaking hands, she squeezed mine. She held it for maybe five seconds, until I pulled away. Finally I just smiled and walked off. I went to the locker room to get my backpack, and without even stopping to change out of uniform, I went out the backdoor and unlocked my bike. The air was cool that late-September night, just as I like it, and I decided to bike two blocks to a coffee shop where I could study for a while.

The shop was almost deserted; I got a cup of coffee and went to a small booth in the far corner. No sooner had I taken my books out of my backpack than the sound of the bell on the front door made me turn, just in time to see Grace walking in.

She ordered an espresso, and while she was waiting she looked over and saw me watching her. She got this big smile on her face and hurried over to my booth. “Well, hi there, Kerrie,”she said. “What are you doing here?”I told her I was just going to do a little reading before going home. She said, “Do you mind if I sit with you for a while?”Not knowing what else to say, I agreed. “Great!”she said. She fetched her cup of coffee from the counter and came back, sliding next to me into the booth.

We made small talk for a few minutes, and then she picked up one of the books to see what I was reading. When she did, I glanced down to see if her skirt was unbuttoned. It was, and she’d crossed her legs the way they’d been in the restaurant. She turned to face me and her knee touched mine. I didn’t pull away. I was afraid it would seem as if I were scared — even though I was. “So,”she murmured, looking me right in the eye, “what are we studying tonight?”My eyes were locked with hers and couldn’t break away.

“I don’t really like studying,”was the answer I heard myself give.

“Oh? What do you feel like doing?”

At that moment two couples came into the coffee shop. They were laughing and talking loudly, and their noise broke the tension for the moment, but I was feeling really confused. It was obvious that Grace was trying to pick me up.

Apparently the movie down the street had just let out, because several more people came into the shop in the next few minutes. The noise level had risen quite a bit, and Grace turned to me and said, “It’s too loud to carry on a decent conversation in here. Come on, let’s go.”She tugged gently on my arm. I stuffed my books back into my backpack and followed her out the door. “My car’s right around the corner,”she said. “Let’s go someplace quiet.”

In the parking lot of a shoe store that was closed sat one lone car. It was a big four-door, with the name of a rental company on a sticker in the rear window. Grace unlocked the passenger-side door and opened it for me. Her briefcase was on the seat and she leaned in to move it to the back. As she did this, the side of her skirt opened and showed me her legs again. I had to look square-on this time; I couldn’t help myself.

In the car she turned to me and said, “Well, where should we go? You know your way around here. Where’s a good quiet place?”

I was feeling nervous, and said that maybe we shouldn’t because my bike was still parked in front of the coffee shop. “Besides,”I said, “I don’t know of anyplace we can go.”Looking deeply into my eyes, she lowered her voice and said, “We could go to my hotel.”

I could feel my heart pounding, and Grace leaned closer. “What do you think?”she said. “We can be there in five minutes.”I started to answer, but she kissed me gently on the lips and a shiver ran through my whole body. I closed my eyes and waited for her to kiss me again. I felt her breath on my face, and then her lips were on mine, only this time they were more insistent. She kissed me fully, and when her tongue slipped into my mouth it tasted sweet. I sucked on it gently and felt her hand go behind my head to pull me closer.

With our arms wrapped around each other, we slid closer together on the big front seat of the car. It was the warmest, most comfortable embrace I had ever known, and I returned it with the same passion she showed. We continued to kiss, and our hips ground together. I was caught up in the heat of the moment. Here I was, making out with a stranger. Someone whom I had just met — a woman, in a car, in an empty parking lot, in the middle of the night. The situation was outrageous, but all that was lost in the intense passion that had taken over my mind and body. This was crazy, but I didn’t care.

After a few minutes, Grace’s kisses began to work their way down my neck. She unbuttoned my shirt and her hand slid inside, gently squeezing my little breasts through my bra. My nipples stood at attention and she started to pinch them, making me moan. “Oh, you like that?” she teased. I didn’t answer, but I didn’t need to. She pulled my bra up and exposed my tits. Leaning forward, she began to lick and nibble on my nipples. I let out a gasp, and she sucked my whole left breast into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the nipple.

What an incredible feeling! My head fell back and I just let myself enjoy. I felt her hand move down my back and across my bottom. The tiny skirt wasn’t much of an obstacle and she easily pushed it up out of the way. I was trembling, partly from nerves but mostly because I was so excited. Her touch was more gentle and erotic than any I had ever felt. When her fingertips brushed against my bare thigh, I opened my legs to give her better access.

Her mouth was still giving my tits a good working over when her fingers began to delicately stroke my inner thighs. The sensation was driving me crazy, and I almost begged her to touch me — somewhere — but I decided to wait and let her show me the right place. Before long her gentle fingers found the wet crotch of my panties, and she knowingly moved her hand away for a moment to slow me down.

She slipped her fingers under the waistband of my panties and began to tug the undergarment off me. I lifted my bottom off the seat, and in an instant my panties disappeared. Her fingers were now free to explore every millimeter of me. It didn’t matter that I had never done anything like this before, it felt good and I wanted everything she could give me.

I was so wet that her finger slipped easily between my pussy lips. Her thumb came to rest on my clit and she started to rub in slow circles. She kissed me deeply, like a lover, and then returned to my nipples. Suddenly everything in my head overloaded. A huge orgasm crashed through me. I moaned and bucked against her hand, and she continued to use her mouth and fingers expertly until my cries subsided.

I reached for her face, pulled her to me, and we kissed again. We held each other for a few minutes while I tried to catch my breath and figure out what to do next. Suddenly the brightest of lights swept the whole interior of the car. Grace let out a shriek, and we both scrambled to sit up and see what was going on. The light was from outside the car, and our windows were steamed up so we couldn’t tell exactly where it was coming from. The light went off, and through the foggy glass we could now see a police car at the opposite end of the parking lot. The car turned to leave, its spotlight being the cop’s way of telling us it was time to move on.

Grace and I held our breath until he was out of sight. My heart was about to jump out of my chest. I was fumbling with my bra and the buttons to my shirt, wanting to get out of there before the cop returned and discovered there were actually two women in the car. Grace tried to calm me down, but it was too late. The spell was broken.

After my shirt had been rebuttoned, I reached for my backpack and the door handle. Grace asked if I would reconsider going with her to her hotel. I said I was sorry — and I really was — but I had to get home. She kissed me once more as I got out of the car.

I waved to her as she drove out of the parking lot. Then, with my head spinning and my legs rubbery, I walked back around the corner to my bike. It wasn’t until my bottom came into contact with the cold bicycle seat that I realized I’d left my panties in Grace’s car.

I never saw her again, and I have never had the courage to do anything like that again. Sometimes, though, I fantasize about what Grace and I might have done had I agreed to go back to her hotel room.