A return to innocence

I?ve been looking at Maria since she started working here a month ago. I?ve been hanging around the aisle where she?s stacking shelves. Twice when I?ve been doing that, although she hasn?t looked directly at me, her hand has gone inside her shirt to adjust her bra, which I always think is a sign that a woman has been made conscious of her body and particularly the sexual parts. I?ve found myself standing in the queue for her checkout when another queue is shorter. I?ve said good morning to her with her name on the end, just so she knows I?ve noticed it.Maria probably gets this a lot. She?s a very pretty girl, short and cute with fair hair pulled back in a ponytail. Possibly not the brightest star in the firmament, but I?ve heard her joking with the other girls and she sounds like fun. When the time is right, I?m going to do something about it.I stroll into the shop the morning after and she?s not there. I go back in the afternoon and she?s still absent. Next day, same thing. I sidle up to one of her colleagues.?Is Maria working today???No,? she says. ?Got binned the other day. Last bahis siteleri one in, first out.? Sure. Everyone?s cutting costs these days.?D?you know where I might find her?? I ask, trying not to sound too disappointed or look suspicious.?There was a sign in Wilko?s window the other day," the girl says. ?Might have gone for that.?Two minutes later I?m in Wilko?s and sure enough, in the back right-hand corner, a small female figure is squatting, rearranging something on the bottom shelf, her own bottom beautifully outlined by the tight fabric of her trousers. As conversation starters go, this is perfect.?Hi.?She looks up."Hi," she says hesitantly.?You?ve moved.??They didn?t give me a choice,? she says. ?And luckily this came up.? She talks like everybody around here, with a southern English whine. We stumble down this path of stage one and I leap a few stages.?Doing anything tonight???Why???Fancy a drink???Where???The cocktail bar at the Hilton Hotel, Park Lane.??Okay.? I can?t tell if she understands this little flippancy or thinks I?m serious.?Where shall I meet you?? I ask.?Outside canlı bahis siteleri here. I live around the corner.? She gives me a shy smile and I can tell she?s very happy at this turn of events.I scoot out of the shop before my façade of cool can shatter with the force of my thudding heart.The evening goes very well. I take her to a wine bar which might as well be the Hilton, for all she knows, being a young small-town girl who has never been anywhere else (she tells me all this over a pina colada and a blue lagoon ? I?m on the margaritas). She is eighteen, left school two years ago, and wants to live on a Caribbean island. She has no idea how she?s going to arrange this, but she?s refreshingly light-hearted about everything and I?m starting to feel guilty about my plans to seduce her. But you never know, I tell myself. Some girls who look like butter wouldn?t let in their mouth have been at it for years and are perfectly at ease with their sexuality. You hear all the time about people who were damaged by one bad experience. Well, can?t that work the other way too? All canlı bahis it takes is one very happy experience early on and they can be filled with sexual confidence.Closing time comes around and we?ve been in our own little world, but it?s time to move on.?Drink at my place?? I suggest. She giggles and says okay.My ?place? is a studio apartment, which means you?re in the bedroom as soon as you walk in. I?m used to it, but girls have been known to flinch at the sight of the naughty trampoline. Maria doesn?t.?Mmm, nice," she says, standing on tiptoes to look out of the velux at the stars. I put some music on, make her a tequila sunrise (God, I?m so sophisticated), and start searching Netflix for something suitable. She breaks my concentration by sitting right next to me, thigh to thigh.?You?re very polite, aren?t you?? she says warmly.?Am I???Yes. Most guys would be sticking their hand down my knickers by now.?I kiss her on the cheek and say, ?All in good time.? She involuntarily puts her hand in the back of her jeans to adjust her underwear. I think now that I can do anything I want, but she suddenly asserts herself.?Let me tell you what?s going to happen,? she says, scanning my face to see how this is received. ?We?re going to do a lot of kissing. I like kissing. Do you???Depends who I?m kissing,? I say.