“Nice cap!” she said as she finished the checkout of my groceries.
“Thanks. It was a gift from a friend.”
“Is it real leather?”
“Yeah. I think it’s hand made. Would you like to try it on?” I offered, then paused and added, “… Naked.”
She looked at me kind of funny and said, “Excuse me?”
I repeated, “Would you like to try on my hat… Naked?”
“I… Uh… It… We… Uh… You can’t be serious.” She blushed just a little.
“I’m deadly serious. You’d be a knockout wearing my hat. What’s your name? What time do you get off?”
“Uh… Ellie. I don’t think I can do that.”
“Do what… Be serious or get off?”
“No… Wear your hat… Like you said.”
“Sure you can. We’ll prove it. How old are you? What time do you get off?”
“Uh… 24… I… Uh… Have a boyfriend.”
“O. K., that’s good. I didn’t offer him to try it on. Is he going to pick you up? What time do you get off?”
“Well, no -”
I interrupted, “O. K. I’ll pick you up right outside the front doors. Then we can go to your place. Do you live alone? How old are you?”
“Twenty three. Uh… No. I live with my sister. She’s in college. But I have my own room. She’s not even home this weekend.”
Now we were getting somewhere. It usually didn’t take this long to convince them to try on my hat… Naked.
I admit that this was a cool hat. It was a newsboy or Gatsby type hat, definitely handmade with solid, brown leather bill and brim and a soft leather crown made of eight quarter panels and topped with a leather covered button. The bill had a small flower design that was hand tooled across the front. And it fit me perfectly.
My ex-girlfriend had given me the hat. One Friday night after I got home from work, she was standing in the middle of the living room with the hat on… Naked. Her legs were slightly spread and her hands were clasped behind her back. Her fantastic tits were pointing straight at me and she had this sexy smile.
“That’s a nice looking hat,” I said.
“If you fuck me all night, you can have it.”
Well, several months later she’s gone, but I have the hat.
“What time did you say you got off?” I pressed her.
“Uh… 9:30, but I don’t think I said.”
“O. K. 9:30. I’ll be out front and when I see you, I’ll honk. And one more thing…” I waited for a response.
“Yeah. What’s that?” she asked somewhat bewildered.
“Don’t be fucking late. Now get back to work, you’ve got people waiting.”
She turned and looked and there were three carts in line waiting to be checked out. She immediately assumed her best checkout girl persona and warmly greeted the next person in line. I picked up my groceries and left the store.
*****
I was parked as close as I could get to the store at 9:30 and in two minutes I saw her and another girl come out the front doors. I honked twice and got their attention; they both walked toward my car.
My window was down and she could see I was watching them as they got closer.
“This is Cindy and she doesn’t think I should -”
“Hi, Cindy, I’m Dan,” I interrupted. “You look like you’re really a lot of fun. Do you have anywhere to go tonight? Get in the back. Ellie, come around and get in the front.”
Cindy said, “I don’t think Ellie should do this.”
“Cindy, do you like my hat? Ellie thinks it’s a nice cap.”
She looked at me, a little irritated that I had ignored her comment, and unsure what she should do next.
“Well, do you like my hat or not? Ellie, damnit! Come around and get in the front.”
“Cindy, you like my hat, don’t you?”
“Uh… Yeah, its O. K.”
“O. K.! Just O. K.?” I asked. Ellie was walking around the front of the car on her way to get in.
“Cindy!” I was getting impatient. “You’re wasting our fucking time! Get in the car. We’re just going over to Ellie’s place. Do it. C’mon, Ellie’s waiting for you.”
Both girls were wearing their store checker outfits – dark green short-sleeved dresses that looked as if they were a size too small, and that ended about four inches above the knee. A white bibbed apron was worn on top of the dress. It looped over the neck and had a narrow bib that conveniently fit between their tits then flared out and ended about six inches above the dress hem. The apron tied in back.
As Ellie got into the car her dress rose up to mid-thigh to reveal nice, smooth, well-proportioned legs. She was wearing some kind of canvas shoe with no socks. As she settled into the seat and leaned back, I was staring at her tits which were straining under the double restraint of the dress and apron.
She was looking at me and I finally was able to drag my eyes up to hers and smile.
“Ellie, you look great,” I complimented.
I turned my head back to look at Cindy who was still standing by the side of the car. I just stared at her with an evil stare.
“Oh, all right,” she conceded. “But I can’t stay all night and you gotta bring me back here to get my car.”
I said nothing and kept staring at her.
“Fuck!” she said under her breath and got into the car.
I looked over to Ellie and said, “Ellie, take that apron off.”
She leaned up, untied it, pulled it off up over her head, and placed it on the seat.
“You are smokin’ hot. Fasten your seat belt and tell me where to go to get to your place.”
I moved the rear view mirror so I could see Cindy sitting in the back with her arms crossed below her tits. She had a mean look on her face.
“Cindy, lighten up. You can’t have a good time if you’re mad. Look on the seat next to you. There’s a couple of bottles of white wine in the bag. Open one and pass it up. Don’t worry, they have screw tops. Ellie didn’t tell me you were coming with, so I guess it’s a good thing I got two bottles. You can start in on the other one.”
Cindy started to fish around in the bag for the bottles.
“Cindy, lose the apron,” I called to the back. “And, girls, you’re off work now. Relax and loosen your uniforms a little. Ellie, let’s go.”
Ellie directed me out of the parking lot and onto a street leading away from the center of town. A couple of blocks down the street, Cindy handed a bottle to Ellie over the console and said, “Here, Ellie. This looks like pretty good stuff.” She still had her apron on.
Ellie took the bottle, looked at me, and asked, “Where’re the glasses?”
I grinned. “Ellie, for god’s sake. It’s fucking Friday night, you’re off work, and it’s time to party. Just drink right out of the damn bottle.”
She kind of grinned at me, said, “Right,” put her lips to the bottle and turned it up. After a healthy chug, she lowered the bottle with an “Ahhhhh… Not bad.”
I reached my hand out and she handed me the bottle.
I took it and said, “Thanks. Are we going the right way?” I took a drink and handed the bottle back. “Cindy, drink some wine.” I glanced in the mirror – she was drinking.
“Yeah, we’re O. K. Two more stop lights and then turn left.”
We continued some small talk and drinking on the way to Ellie’s apartment. Then I parked the car and said, “O. K., we’re here. Let’s go.”
The apartment complex had outside stairs and we followed Ellie around the end of a building and up the stairs to the third floor. She unlocked the door to 307, opened it, and walked in. I motioned for Cindy to go in and I followed her. We all left our shoes at the door.
Ellie had switched on the lights as she entered. The first room was a combination living room-dining room with an opening into the kitchen. Two bar stools were at the counter on the dining room side of the opening. The living room had a sofa with two end tables and an overstuffed chair at a right angle to the sofa. A flat screen TV was in the floor-to-ceiling bookshelf across from the sofa.
Ellie was in the kitchen and Cindy was standing in the middle of the living room looking around.
“Ellie!” I said. “Get some glasses down so we can have some more wine.”
Ellie got some drinking glasses from the cupboard. I went into the kitchen and poured three healthy glasses of wine.
“Let’s sit down,” I said. Cindy was in the chair and Ellie and I sat on the sofa.
“Are you nervous, Ellie?” I asked.
“A little.”
“Don’t be. We’re all friends here. Tell me a little about yourself. Do you like your job?”