"Hi," she said, flashing him a big warm smile. "May I help you?"
"I'm looking for Betty Carter," he said hesitantly, completely overwhelmed by the girl's fresh beauty.
"She's my mother," smiled Kim, "but she's away for a few days."
"Oh, I'm sorry," he said. "I'm Paul Drew, a friend of hers from out of town and I wanted to ask her out for dinner tonight."
"I'll certainly tell her you were here," she smiled. "You said your name is Paul Drew."
"That's right."
Kim had never met one of her mother's gentleman friends, but this was one of the most handsome men she had ever seen. She was completely intrigued with his piercing blue eyes and thick grey-flecked hair.
"That's a… a cute outfit," he stammered, not wanting her to leave.
"It's kinda daring," she blushed. "It's the uniform we wear at the drive-in where I work."
"It's very attractive on you," the man smiled. "Are you a carhop?"
"Yes," she giggled. "And I'm late for work."
"May I drive you?" Paul asked.
"Gee," Kim smiled, "I'd like that if it isn't too much trouble."
It was just a short ride to the drive-in, and like the rest of the neighborhood, it was a run-down place that was so small they only had room to handle eight or ten cars at a time. There were no customers on the lot when they drove up.
"How's the food here?" he asked. "Being from out of town I'm not very well acquainted with places to eat."
"Awful," she giggled. "But the service is good."
"I might drip by for the service," he smiled, opening the door for her.
"I'd like that," she smiled over her shoulder as she walked away, "but if I don't see you again, I'll tell Mom you stopped."
Paul could feel his heart pounding in his throat as he watched her lovely legs and cute ass swinging across the lot. This was the prettiest fucking girl he'd ever seen in his life. The thought of balling her made his cock start throbbing in his pants.
About seven o'clock that evening, Kim was pleased and flattered to see him come into the drive-in.
"Hi, Mr. Drew," she smiled, walking up to his car.
"Hello, Kim," he replied, noting her name tag. "What do you recommend?"
"Like I said," the girl giggled, "nothing but the service.
"What did you have for dinner?" asked Paul. "Nothing, thank God," was her reply. "I get off in ten minutes."
"That's great," he beamed. "Will you have dinner with me?"
"Like this?" Kim laughed, pointing at her skimpy costume.
"I can drive you home to change," he suggested. "Gee, I don't know," she hesitated. "Heck," he smiled, "if your mother isn't able to dine with me, her daughter should."
Kim smiled to herself, wondering if he expected the same from her as she was suit he got from her mother, and for a fleeting instant she thought how nice his cock might feel in her hands.
"Okay," she smiled. "It's a date."
He took her to a quiet little restaurant and later to a movie. It was one of the most pleasant evenings that Kim could remember. Paul had been so charming and attentive, but when they drove up in front of her house, she was just a bit disappointed that he hadn't made any passes at her. She wondered if he considered her only as a kid.
"Tomorrow's Saturday," he suddenly said as they sat in the car. "Do you have to work?"
"Not on weekends," she answered.
"Fine," he smiled. "Let's grab our swim suits and drive down to the beach."
"I'd love that, Mr. Drew," Kim answered with a happy grin.
"Please call me Paul."
"Okay, Paul," she whispered, taking his face in her hands and drawing his lips down to hers.
When their mouths parted, Kim instinctively did something she had never dreamed of doing in her life. She reached down, brushing her fingers aver his crotch, and when she felt hot stiff and hard his cock was, she gave it a little squeeze and jumped out of the car.
Alone in her bed that night, Kim fingered herself off for the second time in her life.
Driving along the coast highway the next day, Paul couldn't keep his eyes away from Kim's soft smooth legs stretching out from her shorts. His thoughts kept drifting back to that gentle caress she'd bestowed on his lurching cock last night. Looking down at her, he had a mad desire to bury his face in the soft flesh between her naked thighs.
Strange thoughts were running through Kim's mind as well. Ever since the night she'd watched Lance's cock slurping in and out of her sister's hot sucking cunt, she had been wondering how a cock would really feel in her own juicy slit. Sitting beside Paul Drew, she wondered what kind of a sex partner the older man would make. If she were finally going to enter the sex scene, she wanted to do it with a considerate, compassionate man, not a grasping, pawing idiot like Lance.
Rounding a sweeping curve, they saw a small expanse of beach between that formed a beautiful cove among the rocks.
"Oh, look!" Kim pointed. "Isn't that beautiful?"
"Shall we walk down?" Paul suggested, pulling the car off to the side of the road.
"I'd love to," she smiled.
Taking a large beach blanket from the beck of the car, Paul followed Kim down the steep, rocky trail. He couldn't keep his eyes away from her sweet as that was swinging saucily back and forth in her white shorts. Her long blonde hair was shining like gold in the bright sunlight. The girl's smooth soft legs seemed to be twinkling along the trail as she skipped and jumped around the rocks.
Arriving at the deserted cove, they spread the blanket on the warm sand. It was so peaceful. The only sound was the hum of distant traffic on the highway, the steady breaking of the surf and the raucous cries of the ever-circling gulls.
"How old are you, Kim?" he suddenly asked as they sat gazing out over the water.
"Nineteen."
"What do you do other than work at the drive-in?" he inquired, anxious to know as much as possible about the beautiful girl.
"I go to high school," she answered. "I only work part time during the summer."
Hearing the lovely girl say that she went to high school made Paul feel ancient.
"Got a steady boy friend?" asked the man.
"Sorta," she giggled. "But not really."
"What kind of an answer is that?" Paul continued.
"Well," Kim replied in a serious voice. "We were, but I think we're breaking up."
"Why?"
"He's always trying to grab or feel me," she blurted before she realized what she was saying.
"You can't blame him for that," he laughed. "If you were my girl, I'd never keep my hands off you.
"That's different," she blushed.
"Why?" Paul asked, remembering how the girl had briefly caressed his cock last night.
"Oh, I don't know," she said, realizing that she'd said the wrong thing again.
"Don't you like to be touched?" he continued.
"Sometimes, I guess," the girl stumbled, "but I really don't know."
She could feel him looking at her, but she kept her head turned away. There was something about this man that disturbed her and Kim couldn't understand what it was.
"Let's take a dip," she said, wanting to change the subject.
"We left our suits in the car," he answered, looking up the steep trail that led to the highway.
"I'm not going to climb those damned rocks twice," she giggled.
"We could go skinny-dipping," suggested Paul. Kim didn't answer immediately as the idea had momentarily stunned her. She couldn't possibly imagine the two of them facing each other completely naked, yet the idea of seeing his cock strangely excited her. Looking at each other's naked bodies wasn't the same as touching or screwing around. There wasn't really anything wrong with looking at a nude art form.