Naughty Jester

His eyes bugged at the sight of her. Wet, she noticed his pronounced bulging. It was a rainy night. Soaked to the bone, her; dry and inviting, him. A match lit in heaven.

Both were old pros: Match.com, Craigslist, MILF Land. They had covered all the bases, had profiles in all the right places. And yet against all odds, love’s embrace had eluded them. Until that moment.

Like a flash of lightning, a little earthquake, or the ding on a microwave oven, they fell headlong into love, slid wantonly into lust.

He was a vacuum repairman. She, an accordion player in an all-girl blue grass band. Brought up on different sides of the street, each sucking to their own tune. Fate, maybe, or a bad case of the munchies, brought them together that night. He had ducked into the Quickie Mart for a quick bite. She, to pickup the latest copy of Rolling Accordion. When they ran into each other by the hot dog stand the sparks flew.

“Can I garnish your dog?” She whispered sultrily.
“Yus, please.” He stammered holding his dog out for her. Her French maid’s costume that doubled as band apparel stunned him.

Her expert fingers slathered as he arched his back to meet her mustard.
“Oh, yessss, that’s good.”
“It looks so tasty, can I have a bite?”

He knew that giving into her temptation would send them on a crash course to the drink fountain together. But still he acquiesced. Next thing they were frothing each other’s drinks. Without ice! Without lids! Unprotected soda. What the hell was he thinking?!

She knew she had him when they ended up together in baked goods looking for Ding Dongs. Love was never so good before, in a Quickie Mart.

Have you ever experienced love in a quickie mart?