“A nice, cold soda would be good for starters,” Dirk said, and Charlotte made note of it on her pad. “Is your kitchen still open? I know it’s late on a Sunday night and all,” he said.
“I’m sorry, no, the kitchen closed at seven,” she said, “so all we have are drinks and desserts. But I tell you what,” she said, putting her hands on her hips as she spoke, “if you’re really hungry I can go into the kitchen and make you a meat loaf sandwich. We have some meat loaf left over from the special today, and it’d be no problem for me to make a sandwich for you,” she said, smiling down at him.
“I’d like that very much,” Dirk replied, returning her smile. “But can’t the cook make it? Why do you have to do it?” he asked, curious.
“The cook went home at seven when the kitchen closed,” Charlotte replied. “Right now I’m the only one here, and I usually close at eight on Sunday nights. But the clerk at the hotel called me and told me you’d be heading this way, so I stayed here to wait for you,” she explained.
“That was very thoughtful of you, Charlotte, I truly appreciate that,” Dirk said, looking into her dark brown eyes. “I’ll have to make sure I tell the owner about your over-the-top hospitality!”
“You just did,” she replied, her smile getting bigger. “I’m the owner, and it’s my pleasure to take care of you!”
“Well, I truly appreciate it, Charlotte, I really do,” Dirk replied. “Thank you very much!”
“It’s my pleasure, Mister…so what’s your name, anyway? ‘High Side?’ Is that it?” she said, pointing to the road name patch on his vest.
“That’s my road name,” Dirk replied, “my friends call me ‘Dirk’. And you can drop the ‘mister’ part, too. Call me either ‘Dirk’ or ‘High Side,’ whichever makes you happy.”
“Well, it’s my pleasure to serve you, Dirk! Now let me go make that sandwich for you. What would you like to drink with it?” she asked, bringing the pad up again.
“A coke would be great, but a beer would be even better!” he said, giving her a sly smile. She laughed as she replied.
“Don’t you wish! Even if it weren’t Sunday that couldn’t happen as I don’t have a liquor license for this place,” she said, grinning down at him, “so I guess you’re stuck with a coke!”
“Works for me,” Dirk said.
“Let me go get you that coke, and then I’ll go make your sandwich,” Charlotte said. Then she turned and walked away, treating Dirk to a view of her tight, rounded ass cheeks flexing under the tight skirt as she walked over to the counter. Once there she went behind it, got a glass from the rack, put some ice in it, filled it with soda, and brought it over to where Dirk sat — giving him another view of her spectacular rack in the process as she bent down to put the glass and straw on the table.
“Here you go, Dirk,” she said, smiling at him. “I’ll be right back with your sandwich!” she said, then turned and walked away, giving him another view of her ass.
“Holy shit!” Dirk said to himself, a smile crossing his face. “Small towns — gotta love ’em!”
Charlotte came back a few minutes later with a platter in her hands, and once again Dirk’s eyes were drawn to the undulating tops of her breasts visible in the open top of her dress.
“Here we are, one meatloaf sandwich!” she said, stopping next to his table. She bent down to put the platter on the table in front of him, giving Dirk another generous view of her spectacular cleavage. When he could tear his eyes away from Charlotte’s huge breasts and monumental cleavage, he saw the meat loaf sandwich on the platter and was impressed with what he saw. There was a thick slab of meat loaf sitting between two equally thick slices of obviously homemade bread, and he could see the edges of a couple of slices of pepper jack cheese peeking out from the sides. There was a big portion of chips sitting on the platter next to the sandwich, and Dirk’s mouth began to water as he looked at the food sitting in front of him.
“Wow, that looks great!” Dirk said, looking up at Charlotte who had straightened up by now and was standing there with her hands on her hips. “And is that pepper jack cheese I see in there?” he asked.
“It most certainly is!” she replied, grinning at him. “I took you for a spicy food kind of guy, so I put a couple of slices of pepper jack on the sandwich for you. Am I right?” she asked, her hands on her hips.
‘My God, but those tits are fuckin’ huge!’ Dirk thought to himself, his eyes drifting to her chest for a moment before he caught himself. The smile that he saw on Charlotte’s face told him that she had noticed, and wasn’t upset about it.
“Yep, you’re right,” he replied, picking up the sandwich. “I love spicy foods, and I love meat loaf sandwiches, too. And I have a feeling that this one is going to be great!” he said, bringing the sandwich up to his mouth as he spoke.
“Well, I’ll leave you alone to eat your sandwich, then!” Charlotte said, her teeth white as she smiled. “I’ll come back and check on you in a couple of minutes; I have some things to do in the back to close up for the night. And I’m going to lock the front door, too, okay?” she asked, pointing towards the door.
“That’s fine, Charlotte, do what you have to do,” he replied. He picked up the sandwich and took a bite as she walked over to the door and locked it, then turned and walked into the back of the diner.
The sandwich was very good, just as good as it looked, and it made Dirk realize just how hungry he was. He made short work of the sandwich and chips, and just as he was finishing up Charlotte came out from the back and walked over to his booth. She slid into the booth across from him, smiling at him as she leaned forward and rested her forearms on the table, one on top of the other. Her huge breasts were also resting on the table, pushing her cleavage up and making it even more inviting than it already was. Of course Dirk noticed this, and he had a feeling that was her intention all along.
And wasn’t there another button opened on her dress now? Dirk could have sworn that there were only three open before, but now there were four — and Dirk got a glimpse of the white lacy bra she was wearing under her dress. When Dirk lifted his eyes up from her cleavage and looked at her face he saw that she was grinning at him, her eyes sparkling.
“So how do you like it?” she said, still grinning at him.
“What?” Dirk replied, uncharacteristically caught off-guard.
“The sandwich; how do you like it?” she said, nodding at the empty platter in front of him.
“Oh, the sandwich! It was good, really good! Great, actually, the best I’ve ever tasted!” Dirk replied, trying to regain his composure and failing. Charlotte laughed as she replied.
“Of course, the sandwich! What did you think I was talking about?” she said, teasing him. “Did you save room for dessert?” she asked, a mischievous glint in her eyes that Dirk noticed right away.
‘Okay, Charlotte, I’ll play!’ Dirk thought to himself.
“That all depends,” he replied, returning her grin.
“On what?” she asked.
“On what’s on the menu,” he said.
“May I make a recommendation?” she asked, playing right along with him.