Vespa Hottie

Vespa HottieAnother summer story which is my favorite season and last's a long time In Southern California. I was working about a block away from the beach at a local automotive car shop. I was very happy at this location because there is always beautiful sexy bikini wearing women walking all over the place. My job at the paint shop was to detail all the cars that were to be return to the owner each day. That simply means I worked outside in the beautiful weather and I also met a lot of the locals that lived or worked near my employer. I was born and raised in So. Cal. and I knew that the beach communities was the place to go if you wanted entertainment. I was in my early twenties during this time and I was invited to parties at the clubs, private houses, or where ever one wanted to have it. I did take advantage of all the single girls looking for one thing or the other and I usually fulfilled one thing which I was glad to provide. Every morning for work I would go about my regular duties and I knew what time certain neighbors would go to work, or lay out in their front yard sunning themselves. I usually kept track of a few favorite ones that attracted my attention and that usually led to more than seeing each other in passing. My first break happened around 10am and I would eat my snack and sit down around my work area. Sometimes a local might be walking by and start up a conversation and many times would keep me past my break time. It was my second week working at this paint shop and I notice many events that happen around my work area and I had been whistled at by a girl on a vespa. I don't remember meeting her or even talking to her but the funny thing is I remember that vespa. Later that day a cute girl rolled up to my work space and parked in front of me and I noticed it was the same vespa that rode past me earlier. As she dismounted her Italian bike she took her helmet off and said can you help me like that last time? Then I remembered her asking me to help her check her air pressure about a week ago. I asked her if she rode by my shop earlier today but it was not her but her older sister. She said that her sister has been known to whistled at men she was attracted to and wanted their attention. It was a Friday and I usually Did not go home right after work because of all the traffic so I usually washed my car and by the the time I was finished it would be traffic free to drive home. As I was drying of my car I herd a motor shut down and noticed the vespa parked in the same spot at my work station and wondered if the young girl needed more help with her vespa. To my surprise when I finally looked at the person standing in front of me and was surprised to see the older sister and she was a a grown up version of her younger sister. She said that Steph, her younger sister, said that you asked about me and I should go visit him before he goes home.I told her that we did talk about her having an older sister but it does not matter because I was happy she was visiting me! Megan said she saw my car cruising around the area a lot and asked if I lived close by? I told her no but I do have many friends that live in the beach area and sometimes I didn't go home but spend the night. The more I talked with Megan the more I noticed how beautiful she was and I was rambling about stupid things when I should be asking her if she would be free to hang out with me now? I was glad she was patient and said yes and that she was free the entire weekend if I wanted to to hang out with her that long? I never turn down an offer to spend the entire weekend with a women that could possibly be a model in one of the major magazines. Megan was 5'7: tall she weight about 119 pounds. She was your typical white girl with all the attractive features that went along with her nationality. Her face was long and thin and her nose was pointed and a little upturned which was kind of attractive. She had amazing eyes that looked as big, and round as silver dollars but sparkled a blueish, green. Her body was long and lean and had about a 34B and enough in the rear to draw attention. Her ivory skin was now a bronzed, golden tan which looked like she just came back from vacationing in Cannes. She asked me if we could go cruising in my car where ever I was taking her and let herself in sitting on the passenger seat of my car. The first place we went was to my APT and wasted no time in getting to know each other with physical activities and adult conversation. I hope you enjoyed this story and hope you read my next blog. Please comment on raising my description of more intimate activities and i would be so glad to enhance the stories.