My Curvy Belle

Her skin was salon smooth, like she takes good care of herself and the little diamond studs in her ears said she liked the finer things in life. I took all that shit in with a glance and found nothing lacking. If there was some other asshole in her aegis he was fuck outta luck. That’s mine!

I took a step closer when I noticed that she was doing some looking of her own instead of trying to pull a vanishing act. The slight blush on her cheek was a dead giveaway. Miss sassy isn’t as immune as she’d like to pretend.

When she swallowed hard and that pulse in her neck jumped I knew I was on the right track. She wasn’t scared, that much was obvious, so that could mean only one thing. This attraction shit works both ways.

“What’s your name?” Even though I’d moved in I still kept a respectable distance between us. I’m no creeper fuck after all. I respect boundaries and shit and have known since the age of four that no means no.

In fact I was acting very out of character for me. I don’t recall ever using quite this same approach before. But the go-getter in me was all over her shit. Plus, no ring, that’s my green light right there. Fuck everything else.

“Belle, my name is Belle.”

“Logan Carter.” I held out my hand and she gave it some thought before taking it. “Pleased to meet you.” She dropped my hand and moved around to the driver’s side door.

I wanted to ask her why she smelt and looked like money but was driving this heap, but that was not cool for a first time meet. She might get insulted and shit at my innocent observation.

Women tend to be fractious that way so I have to walk very carefully here. All in all she was as good as fucked though. No ring means, no real commitment. Anything else, like a boyfriend can be easily discarded. I give a fuck! It’s a free fucking market.

“Where’s your phone?” I damn near panicked when she opened the car door to get in.

“What?” She gave me the bitch brow over her shoulder. She could have no idea of the dilemma she was putting me in. The fuck is she going?

“Cellphone, give it to me. No I’m not robbing you calm down.” I took out my own phone to show her. Logan you’re scaring her you fuck! Yeah, but if she leaves here I might never see her again and something inside me tells me that would be bad for yours truly.

She looked around at the other people in the parking lot that I’d forgotten were even there and then back at me. Longest fucking five- seconds of my life.

She must’ve decided I was harmless enough because she fished the phone out of her pocket and passed it to me. Her little ass is full of attitude though.

I programmed my name and number in her contacts before passing it back to her. She blushed and looked at me like I was fucked in the head.

I bet she’s accustomed to a more cultured approach but shit, I’ll show her my smooth side after we get to know each other. She’s lucky I didn’t hit call.

“What was that?” She gave me the squinty eye.

“My number. Call me in about two hours. I got some shit to do but I’ll be free by then.” I went ahead and memorized her license plate just in case she tried to play me.

Yes I was straight up plotting ways and means of finding her again. I could tell her here and now that there was no doubt in my mind that we were going to be heating up the sheets at some point in the future, but she might find that shit too forward. Women!

I held the door for her to get in and waited for her to pull the seatbelt around her. “Drive safely.” I tried not to stare at her tits before closing the door and walking away. It took everything in me not to look back. Damn!

Logan

My boy was still watching me from the sidewalk where I’d left him. He better not had been staring at her ass or I’ll end him. Dog that he is. He likes ‘em skinny anyway, fool that he is.

“Seriously Logan? You’re picking up women in parking lots now?” He laughed and took a step back from the look I gave him. I wasn’t about to discuss her with his skuzzy ass. Freak!

I looked back when I heard her leave the parking lot. I knew it was her because there was nothing else in the lot amidst the luxury cars and SUVs that would make that fucked up noise.

“Logan Carter Junior what were you doing with that child?”

“Hi grandma.” I leaned over the counter to kiss the old curmudgeon’s cheek.