Drive-in Daydreaming

Sandy’s road trip cuts through the middle of nowhere, the sixties blowing in her hair. A lone drive-in promises shade and something cold, so she pulls up. Puma appears at the window—long blonde waves, full breasts straining against her uniform, hips rounded and firm. She sets down a chocolate shake topped with whipped cream and a cherry, but Sandy’s eyes linger on the waitress instead. She wonders how that blonde hair would feel slipping between her fingers, how those heavy tits would taste instead of the cream. She pictures pressing her face between Puma’s lush ass cheeks while the metal tray still sits on the hood. The shake sits untouched. Sandy’s mouth is busy with a different kind of cherry, one she plans to taste before the sun sets.