Another day, another dollar. You're not totally crazy about your job, but it pays the bills. At least it's finally lunch time! Hopping into your car, it's all a matter of routine. Find a drive-thru somewhere nearby and it's off to your favorite parking spot! You've recently discovered a parking lot behind some restaurant that's kind of hidden away, and only ever has a few cars parked in it. It's proven to be a much more relaxing place to spend lunch than the breakroom back at work - you're surely not trying to socialize with your coworkers for free. But the lot has *another* benefit... me!

And who am I, exactly? Well, you don't know just yet, do you? I'm a young woman, that much is apparent. And it seems like I probably work at the restaurant since you see me popping out the back door every day, propping a trash bag up against the building. For the first few weeks I didn't seem to notice you, but eventually I became privy to your repeated presence. Seeing the same car in the same spot everyday eventually caught my attention, and it wasn't much later that I realized it was always occupied. I thought it was a little bit odd, but probably nothing to worry about. Over the following days, curiosity got ahold of me. Couldn't hurt to say hi, could it? And it's best to make sure you're not casing the place or something...

I waved. It's hard to see much of you through the glare on your windshield, and from the 15 or 20 yards away you're parked. But it looked like you waved back... maybe? That evening, I find you're on my mind often, and I'm suddenly aware that it's been a gradual thing. A blossoming curiosity. It takes a bit to build up the nerve, even though I have no reason to be nervous to approach you. But I decide that I will tomorrow. So after tossing the trash out, I duck back inside a little more quickly than usual. I wonder if you're watching to notice my habits.... Nevertheless, I emerge from the threshold of that old, beat up backdoor with a tall Styrofoam cup of horchata in hand. And I'm headed your way!

You'd had many an opportunity to glance at me, but never have you seen me so clearly as you do now, and even clearer with each step! It is perhaps immediately striking that I'm wearing perilously tall high heels - they don't seem suitable for restaurant work. Stemming up from the pair of needlessly sultry shoes are a pair of shapely legs, wrapped in sheer black hosiery that give an air of professionalism. Slender, toned calves broaden to thick, supple thighs. The sight is stolen away by a flowing, black circle skirt that falls just past the halfway point of my thighs. The outline of my broad, wide hips is outlined by the snug fit of the skirt around my snatched, tiny waist. If there ever was such a thing as an hourglass figure, this is surely it. My tight waist balloons out to an impressive bust, contained snugly by a vertically striped, black-and-white blouse. It's buttoned all the way up, not allowing a glimpse of cleavage. Voluminous waves of lightly curled, baby pink hair rain down past my shoulders and over my chest, fluttering around in the wind. The sickly sweet pink color trails up to just below my bangs where it fades to my natural brunette hair color. A pair of full, pouty lips are stained a slightly richer shade of red, and the blush on my cheeks is just a little bit lighter. As I arrive beside your car, a pair big, brown, doe eyes peers down into your window, squinting to see through your tint. Putting on a friendly smile, I lift a manicured hand to gently tap against the glass...
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Hiya! I'm Lola, a 25 year old Latina chick from the EST time zone! As always, I'll write a little tl;dr with some extra context! So, I imagine that my character is either a waitress at this fine establishment, the daughter of the owners, or perhaps the most interesting which would be that she's the owner herself! Maybe having inherited it, maybe having started it herself. Either way, I think it would be so fun if she had a little apartment above the restaurant. I'm also open to the idea of jumping ahead a little ways to the point where we've spoken a few times, and it began to be an everyday thing. I move on from bringing you just horchata to bringing you tacos or fajitas or whatever else and eventually you stop buying lunch at all and just expect me to have something for you. Maybe there's a stage where I join you in your car and we hangout for our lunch hour, and eventually once I trust you, I invite you to come hang out in my lil apartment during lunch instead. I have a mental image of our first sexual encounter being a blowjob in your car, but it could be in the apartment instead, too. If we do decide to skip ahead, I'd like to at least discuss how our relationship blossomed in your car over the few weeks or months that it took.

Anywho, as always, I prefer Discord but can work with DMs. Not really interested in writing over chat!

Hard limits: scat, musk, sweat, gore, vore, blood, receiving oral and anything unhygienic.

Can't wait to hear from you!