***NOT SAFE FOR WORK***
Lisa grasped the crumpled chlorine stained dollar bill in her poolside-tanned hand. Today will be the day, she thought to herself. She willed her flip flopped feet toward the county pool’s snack stand breathing deep with each step. Today will be the day I woo George Mayer.
Lisa got in line behind two dripping children waiting to purchase ring pops, and tried to stand still. No longer was she like the kids in front of her. Fresh from a year at college where she studied psychology, Lisa was ready to be the woman that the legally beer drinking George didn’t know he needed.
Every millisecond she worried about her appearance. Did her mascara stay on after she jumped in the pool? Is her bikini top at the right cleavage showing but not nipple showing angle? She skimmed her thumbs against the rise of her bikini bottom just to feel the rush of the fabric against her skin. Not yet, she thought to herself.
“Hello Lisa. What can I get for you today?” George’s muscled arms held himself up on the counter as he leaned over to face her.
“Hello George. Can I have your- I mean, uh, a hot dog please?”
Lisa blushed the same shade as the watermelon dum-dums displayed along the wall.
“Sure thing Lisa.”
George coyly smiled showing two perfect rows of white teeth. He turned around, his firm looking butt pushing through his regulation Dickies, as he looked around for a new package of hot dogs.
“I can’t seem to find any here. Would you like to come in the back storeroom with me? I’ll get you the hot dog you want there.”
Lisa blushed again, this time feeling the heat in her cheeks travel down her stomach and between her legs.
“Sure, I’d love to come.” She said.
George opened the snack stand door and ushered Lisa into the depths of the back storeroom. His large hand pressed against the small of her back as he guided her past boxes of push pops and Cracker Jack popcorn bags.
“So you want a hot dog right?” George asked with a coy smile.
It’s now or never, Lisa thought. She took two steps toward George and pressed her hand against his chest.
“Yea, a hot dog please” she whispered in his ear.
The next few moves were fast and hard. George swept Lisa off her feet, leaving her flip-flops on the cement ground, and hoisted her on top of the above ground freezer. She interlocked her arms around his broad shoulders and clung to George as their mouths pushed against one another in a myriad of ways.
“Is this ok?” George asked Lisa while expertly untying her bikini strings.
“More than.” She huskily replied.
Lisa rubbed her knee against George’s protruding pants rocket to elicit a deep moan. She relished that moan. Lisa felt her bikini bottoms pushing against her womanly tenderness as she reached to unbutton George’s pants. Soon, she thought, soon I will have George inside me.
“I can’t wait much longer!” George groaned.
Lisa grinned and pushed her pelvis toward George’s. She reached down and finished unbuttoning his pants. Her hand slid down behind George’s boxer briefs and firmly grasped his hard member.
His hard member with odd feeling bumps on it.
Lisa pulled George’s penis out of his pants and gasped in horror. It was covered with hard bumps and cysts all over the shaft.
“Holy shit!” Lisa screamed as she dropped George’s cock.
“It’s, uh it’s just, uh well… a rash” George whispered.
“That is not just a rash!” Lisa screamed.
She hopped off the freezer and quickly tied her bikini top back on. Lisa wiped her hands on her bottom as if to wipe off the memory of this experience entirely.
“That’s gonorrhea, George.”
Lisa pointed at his slowly limpening dick with force. With swift movements, Lisa tried to scrape any dignity she had left as she walked towards the snack stand exit.
“Wait!” George called out. “What about your hot dog?”
Sarah Beth Kaye
