Miltone
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Chase Bradford
“Of course, I approve,” Chase replied, checking out Natalie’s outfit as she twirled slowly around for his review. She was a combination of cute and sexy with her red and white checked skirt and top and the red boots with white stockings. The skirt rode low on her hips and didn’t reach her mid-thigh. The top was an unbuttoned shirt that she had knotted together just below her breasts. “Just one thing,” Chase said, approaching her. He reached out to roll up the collar of her shirt just a bit in back, then spread the front open a little more, revealing almost every detail of her breasts except the nipples. That didn’t matter since the fabric was thin enough to show off those faint rosy circles. “There! You look great tonight! Let’s go!”
It was a balmy Dallas Saturday night and Chase had dressed casually in a pair of Levi’s, a plaid silk shirt, a tan suede jacket that matched his hat and a favorite pair of boots. Maybe he was a businessman the rest of the week, but on Saturday nights, he was just a boy from east Texas looking to have a good time. Before meeting up with Natalie, he had gone down to the garage and cleaned up the E-Type Jag. A classic sports car in dark green with a tan interior, it was Chase’s favorite for short jaunts around the neighborhood. He loved the sensual curves of the fenders and the performance and handling made it great fun to drive. The little green Jag was waiting for them outside.
He helped Natalie inside, greatly enjoying the eyeful he got of her legs as she had to fold them up to get into the sports car. Chase hopped in behind the wheel, started up, and off they went.
“Jake’s Roadhouse is a local institution,” Chase said as they headed up the long drive toward the front gate. “I heard that back in my Granddaddy’s day it was a whorehouse, but nowadays the girls just serve up steaks not themselves.” Out of the corner of his eye, Natalie appeared relaxed, her arm resting on the door, the warm humid evening air blowing through her hair. The rush of air through the passenger compartment kept brushing her skirt up revealing her stocking tops. “They usually have a great band for dancing too.”
“Sounds like fun,” Natalie said softly. “I like to dance.”
“So do I,” Chase said. “I don’t get the chance all that often these day. It can get a little rough and tumble once the boys get liquored up, but it’s a good time.”
Once they were through the gate and out on the highway, Chase didn’t have much gear shifting to do so he slipped his hand over onto Natalie’s leg. She smiled over at him, obviously growing familiar with his touch. When his hand reached the top of her leg, he could tell that she wasn’t wearing panties, which made him smile. For the rest of their drive, at least when he didn’t have to shift gears, Chase’s hand remained there, rubbing gently up and down over her warm, moist, and smooth mound.
The sun had nearly set by the time they reached Jake’s. It was a large rustic looking place and the parking lot was already filled with a few cars and a lot of pickup trucks. Chase found a nice parking place around behind the place.
“I like parking here,” he said. “Out of sight, out of mind.”
Chase helped Natalie up from the car and they went in through the back door. They were immediately greeted by a handsome young man with dark eyes and thick dark hair.
“Hey, Chase! Amigo!” said the young man, offering his hand. “Good to see you!”
“Hey, Arturo!” said Chase, shaking hands with the young man. “Looks like you have a full house tonight!”
“We do, but there’s always a special table for you!” Arturo said proudly. Then he turned toward Natalie and his grin grew larger. “And who is this?”
“This is Natalie,” Chase said, his hand still resting at the small of her back. “Arturo owns this place and is the guy you want to know if you want the best service.”
Arturo took a step back to look at Natalie. He took her hand and brought it to his lips. “You are a beauty!” he exclaimed.
“Thank you,” Natalie replied.
Arturo then led them through the kitchen and out into the noisy restaurant. It wasn’t a brightly lit room, but it wasn’t terribly dark either. It was a large room split in two, one half was a restaurant with tables and chairs, and the other had a bar, a few tables, a roomy dance floor, and modest little stage. A banner was spread across the back of the stage that read, “Joe Carr and The Texas Lone Star Band.” The décor was rustic; lots of bentwood chairs and weathered wood, the chandeliers resembled wagon wheels, and the walls were decorated with hunting trophies and oil drilling memorabilia. Hanging over the bar was a painting of a lovely nude woman, lying on a bedroll stretched out beside a campfire. Chase and Natalie followed Arturo as he wound his way through the crowd till he stopped at an empty table. It had a great view of the stage and was close to the dance floor. He snapped his fingers at a waitress.
“You take a seat and I’ll have Lorna take care of you,” Arturo said, holding the chair for Natalie.
“I know they have country and western bistros in New York, but this is the real thing,” Chase said as they settled in. Instead of sitting across from her with his back to the stage, Chase took the chair to her right. It didn’t take long for his hand to reach for her thigh.
“Hello, Chase,” said their waitress, Lorna, a tall skinny girl with bottle blonde hair and a great tan. She grinned broadly at Chase then turned to Natalie, eyeing her like an intruder. “So who’s your friend, Chase?”
“Lorna, this is Natalie,” Chase said. “Expect to see a lot of her in the next few months.”
“Oh,” Lorna said with a chilly frown, and then flipped the friendly waitress switch back on. “So can I get you guys something to drink?”
“Bourbon on the rocks for me,” Chase said, “And cranberry juice with a twist for Natalie.”
“I’ll be right back with these and a couple of menus,” Lorna said, grinning at Chase and giving Natalie a grunt look before disappearing.
“I don’t think she likes me,” Natalie said with a smile, leaning toward Chase.
“She doesn’t approve of any woman I bring here,” Chase remarked with a grin. “You see, she and I had a little thing a few years back, right after my second divorce. It was fun while it lasted but it didn’t last for long. We weren't good for each other. But she’s a damned good waitress and I tip well so we get along pretty well.”
And Lorna proved Chase correct, taking good care of them, keeping their drinks full, and making sure that their dinners were cooked to perfection and served promptly.
At every opportunity, Chase eased his hand over to Natalie’s thigh, keeping her skirt pushed well up her leg so that he could glide his fingers over her sweet damp sex. Even in the shadows, it was obvious that the people sitting at a couple of nearby tables could see where his hand was and what he was doing. They would gesture or stare or laugh nervously.
Arturo stopped by to check on them and was pleased by their reports of satisfaction. As he hustled away, Chase leaned over to Natalie.
“He’s a hard working guy, Arturo,” Chase said. “He also happens to be Consuela’s son. When he got out of the army it was the least I could do to help him get started. He insisted on paying back every cent with interest.”
By the time they had finished dinner, Joe Carr and his band had begun to play filling the place with great country music and the dance floor with people doing the Texas Two Step and the Boot Scooter. Natalie had leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table, and listening to the music. Her breasts were straining against the thin red checked fabric of her shirt. The presence of Chase’s hand between her legs had produced a noticeable pair of sharp points too. He lifted his hand from below the table and brought it to his nose.
“You smell as beautiful as you look, Natalie,” he said. “And I want to dance with you.”
Chase stood and took Natalie’s hand, helping her to her feet. He let her lead the way onto the dance floor. Still holding Natalie’s hand, Chase said in her ear, “Just follow my lead,” and then guided her through the Texas Two Step. Whether she already knew it or was a quick learner, he was pleased to see how quickly she picked it up. He was also pleased by the sight of her stepping and turning and twirling with him, her bright eyes gleaming, her dark hair swaying, and her breasts threatening to wiggle their way out of her shirt.
“Of course, I approve,” Chase replied, checking out Natalie’s outfit as she twirled slowly around for his review. She was a combination of cute and sexy with her red and white checked skirt and top and the red boots with white stockings. The skirt rode low on her hips and didn’t reach her mid-thigh. The top was an unbuttoned shirt that she had knotted together just below her breasts. “Just one thing,” Chase said, approaching her. He reached out to roll up the collar of her shirt just a bit in back, then spread the front open a little more, revealing almost every detail of her breasts except the nipples. That didn’t matter since the fabric was thin enough to show off those faint rosy circles. “There! You look great tonight! Let’s go!”
It was a balmy Dallas Saturday night and Chase had dressed casually in a pair of Levi’s, a plaid silk shirt, a tan suede jacket that matched his hat and a favorite pair of boots. Maybe he was a businessman the rest of the week, but on Saturday nights, he was just a boy from east Texas looking to have a good time. Before meeting up with Natalie, he had gone down to the garage and cleaned up the E-Type Jag. A classic sports car in dark green with a tan interior, it was Chase’s favorite for short jaunts around the neighborhood. He loved the sensual curves of the fenders and the performance and handling made it great fun to drive. The little green Jag was waiting for them outside.
He helped Natalie inside, greatly enjoying the eyeful he got of her legs as she had to fold them up to get into the sports car. Chase hopped in behind the wheel, started up, and off they went.
“Jake’s Roadhouse is a local institution,” Chase said as they headed up the long drive toward the front gate. “I heard that back in my Granddaddy’s day it was a whorehouse, but nowadays the girls just serve up steaks not themselves.” Out of the corner of his eye, Natalie appeared relaxed, her arm resting on the door, the warm humid evening air blowing through her hair. The rush of air through the passenger compartment kept brushing her skirt up revealing her stocking tops. “They usually have a great band for dancing too.”
“Sounds like fun,” Natalie said softly. “I like to dance.”
“So do I,” Chase said. “I don’t get the chance all that often these day. It can get a little rough and tumble once the boys get liquored up, but it’s a good time.”
Once they were through the gate and out on the highway, Chase didn’t have much gear shifting to do so he slipped his hand over onto Natalie’s leg. She smiled over at him, obviously growing familiar with his touch. When his hand reached the top of her leg, he could tell that she wasn’t wearing panties, which made him smile. For the rest of their drive, at least when he didn’t have to shift gears, Chase’s hand remained there, rubbing gently up and down over her warm, moist, and smooth mound.
The sun had nearly set by the time they reached Jake’s. It was a large rustic looking place and the parking lot was already filled with a few cars and a lot of pickup trucks. Chase found a nice parking place around behind the place.
“I like parking here,” he said. “Out of sight, out of mind.”
Chase helped Natalie up from the car and they went in through the back door. They were immediately greeted by a handsome young man with dark eyes and thick dark hair.
“Hey, Chase! Amigo!” said the young man, offering his hand. “Good to see you!”
“Hey, Arturo!” said Chase, shaking hands with the young man. “Looks like you have a full house tonight!”
“We do, but there’s always a special table for you!” Arturo said proudly. Then he turned toward Natalie and his grin grew larger. “And who is this?”
“This is Natalie,” Chase said, his hand still resting at the small of her back. “Arturo owns this place and is the guy you want to know if you want the best service.”
Arturo took a step back to look at Natalie. He took her hand and brought it to his lips. “You are a beauty!” he exclaimed.
“Thank you,” Natalie replied.
Arturo then led them through the kitchen and out into the noisy restaurant. It wasn’t a brightly lit room, but it wasn’t terribly dark either. It was a large room split in two, one half was a restaurant with tables and chairs, and the other had a bar, a few tables, a roomy dance floor, and modest little stage. A banner was spread across the back of the stage that read, “Joe Carr and The Texas Lone Star Band.” The décor was rustic; lots of bentwood chairs and weathered wood, the chandeliers resembled wagon wheels, and the walls were decorated with hunting trophies and oil drilling memorabilia. Hanging over the bar was a painting of a lovely nude woman, lying on a bedroll stretched out beside a campfire. Chase and Natalie followed Arturo as he wound his way through the crowd till he stopped at an empty table. It had a great view of the stage and was close to the dance floor. He snapped his fingers at a waitress.
“You take a seat and I’ll have Lorna take care of you,” Arturo said, holding the chair for Natalie.
“I know they have country and western bistros in New York, but this is the real thing,” Chase said as they settled in. Instead of sitting across from her with his back to the stage, Chase took the chair to her right. It didn’t take long for his hand to reach for her thigh.
“Hello, Chase,” said their waitress, Lorna, a tall skinny girl with bottle blonde hair and a great tan. She grinned broadly at Chase then turned to Natalie, eyeing her like an intruder. “So who’s your friend, Chase?”
“Lorna, this is Natalie,” Chase said. “Expect to see a lot of her in the next few months.”
“Oh,” Lorna said with a chilly frown, and then flipped the friendly waitress switch back on. “So can I get you guys something to drink?”
“Bourbon on the rocks for me,” Chase said, “And cranberry juice with a twist for Natalie.”
“I’ll be right back with these and a couple of menus,” Lorna said, grinning at Chase and giving Natalie a grunt look before disappearing.
“I don’t think she likes me,” Natalie said with a smile, leaning toward Chase.
“She doesn’t approve of any woman I bring here,” Chase remarked with a grin. “You see, she and I had a little thing a few years back, right after my second divorce. It was fun while it lasted but it didn’t last for long. We weren't good for each other. But she’s a damned good waitress and I tip well so we get along pretty well.”
And Lorna proved Chase correct, taking good care of them, keeping their drinks full, and making sure that their dinners were cooked to perfection and served promptly.
At every opportunity, Chase eased his hand over to Natalie’s thigh, keeping her skirt pushed well up her leg so that he could glide his fingers over her sweet damp sex. Even in the shadows, it was obvious that the people sitting at a couple of nearby tables could see where his hand was and what he was doing. They would gesture or stare or laugh nervously.
Arturo stopped by to check on them and was pleased by their reports of satisfaction. As he hustled away, Chase leaned over to Natalie.
“He’s a hard working guy, Arturo,” Chase said. “He also happens to be Consuela’s son. When he got out of the army it was the least I could do to help him get started. He insisted on paying back every cent with interest.”
By the time they had finished dinner, Joe Carr and his band had begun to play filling the place with great country music and the dance floor with people doing the Texas Two Step and the Boot Scooter. Natalie had leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table, and listening to the music. Her breasts were straining against the thin red checked fabric of her shirt. The presence of Chase’s hand between her legs had produced a noticeable pair of sharp points too. He lifted his hand from below the table and brought it to his nose.
“You smell as beautiful as you look, Natalie,” he said. “And I want to dance with you.”
Chase stood and took Natalie’s hand, helping her to her feet. He let her lead the way onto the dance floor. Still holding Natalie’s hand, Chase said in her ear, “Just follow my lead,” and then guided her through the Texas Two Step. Whether she already knew it or was a quick learner, he was pleased to see how quickly she picked it up. He was also pleased by the sight of her stepping and turning and twirling with him, her bright eyes gleaming, her dark hair swaying, and her breasts threatening to wiggle their way out of her shirt.