A Little Stranger Fun

My name is Tammy Jo. I am twenty-one years old. I am stuck in this small town in Texas and I hate it here. My ambition is to get out of this rat hole where everyone knows everyone?s business and into a bigger city where I can have some privacy.I have been working at the corner convenience store out of the main highway, about a half mile from the house, since I was eighteen, saving my hourly wages to buy a car and hopefully drive out of here and never look back. I have a boyfriend, or so folks tell me, but he is more of a big brother type than a boyfriend. We have messed around a little, mostly when I was drinking, but we haven?t gone all the way. Billy Bob is fun to hang around with, but beyond hanging around, smoking cigs and drinking beer, there isn?t much else to do. Billy, that?s what I call him, is like my protector. It seems like every horn-dog in this little po-dunk town wants to take me to bed. Billy Bob keeps that from happening.I?m about five foot four and I have the great luck to have a fantastic body, but it doesn?t come easy. I jog two miles every day and I hit the gym every other day. Yes, we have a gym bit no fast food places. I love to wear skimpy outfits, mostly very short shorts and tight-fitting shirts, that show off my ass and my figure. I love the attention. The girls hate me.I like working the convenience store out on the highway that runs through town. The old man who owns the place is a bit of a pervert, and he is always looking for a hug and I oblige, but only because he keeps me employed. beylikdüzü escort Poor fella, he lives for the hug, the occasional pat on my ass. He keeps telling me he is going to kidnap one day. I keep telling him he may want to check with his wife before doing so.The store only has myself, Mr. Haney, the owner and his wife Helen and one other employee. I fill in when the owner and his wife and their low-life cousin can?t be there. For me, it is a time I can escape from everything else going on in Po-dunkville. The low-life cousin is a trip and a story all by itself.Last week, old man Haney told me he had to take his wife into Tyler for a doctor?s appointment. Haney asked me to work the store. I really didn?t want to, but he pleaded and I am a sucker when folks beg. I slipped into some shorts, slipped on my cowboy boots, and walked the short half mile up to the store. Haney was his usual self, giving me a big huh, hanging on a bit longer than he probably should and patting my ass. I couldn?t believe his wife let him do the things he did, but then again, she just wasn?t the attentive type.I settled on to a bar stool behind the counter and switched on the radio. We had one radio station that we could pick up and all that it played was country western. A pickup pulled up to the gas pumps and a rather nice-looking fellow got out and started to pump gas. I watched him on the closed-circuit television monitor we had behind the counter. He finished pumping the gas and walked towards the store doors. beylikdüzü escort bayan I stood up to greet him.?Hey,? I called out cheerfully as he walked in through the doors.?Hey,? he called back, without even so much as looking my direction. He headed straight to the beer cooler. He grabbed a bag of Doritos and approached the counter. He was in his late twenties or early thirties, tall and ruggedly handsome. He say the items on the counter top. I scanned the items and looked at the register.?Twenty-one thirty three,? I said.He fished in his billfold looking for a credit card.?Can you hang on a minute?? he inquired, ?I think I left my card in the car.?He darted out the door and towards his car.He stepped back into the store and handed me his credit card. I glanced at his left hand for a ring. No ring. Yes!I slid his credit card into the slot beside the register.?So where ya from?? I casually inquired. I knew everyone in the town and I didn?t recognize him.?Dallas,? he replied.?What brings you all the way out here?? I pressed.?Work,? he replied.The internet connection was slow and I apologized.?Everything out here is slow,? he replied.?Slow can be good,? I teased, flipping my hair back over my shoulder.He wiped one of his eyes with a lone finger.The connection died. I apologized and asked him for his card and swiped it a second time.?It looks like you?re having a party,? I noted, looking at the beer and his Doritos as we waited for the card to pass.?Yeah,? he replied. ?But it escort beylikdüzü looks like I?m drinking alone.?Alone. Damn. What a shame, I thought to myself.?Well I get off in an hour,? I replied. Stop. Did I just say that? Oh my God! I must?ve been desperate.?I?m at the Halletsville?s Six,? he replied. ?Just come on by.?The connection blinked on the computer screen: ?Processed?.?Would you like a receipt?? I asked.?Only if you put your cell number on it,? he replied.Smooth. I liked this guy.I chuckled.?It will cost you,? I replied. ?Two beers.??Are you old enough to drink?? he asked.?I just turned twenty one a few months ago, thank you,? I replied.He pulled two beers from the package and sat them on the counter-top. I scribbled my cell number on the back of the receipt and handed it to him. He shoved the receipt into his pocket without even looking at it.?Halletsville Six,? he said as he grabbed his stuff and darted out the door. I watched as he got into his pickup truck and drove off.I had played this game before. It was an easy way to get free beer. The phone number I gave him was the store number. I am no dummy. Besides, I had no way to get to the Halletsville Six.I settled back on to the bar stool after stuffing the beer under the counter. The store phone rang.?Haney?s,? I said into the phone.?You will come over to Halletsville, right?? asked the voice on the other end.?I would,? I replied, ?but I am without a ride.??I?ll come back for you,? he said.He was a really good-looking guy, but I wasn?t sure if trekking all the way to Halletsville was a good idea or not. Beer and a hotel room could only mean one thing and while the thought of experiencing this really good-looking hunk of a guy really turned me on, my intuition was to pass on his offer.?I won?t take ?no? for answer,? he pressed.?Sorry,? I replied.