"New girl's uniform fits surprisingly well."

Interview with the new service girl

A Surprising Fit, Indeed

Saturday night rolls around, and I find myself at the local bar. The place is hopping, but my eyes, they’re drawn to a sight that’s more captivating than the neon lights.

There she is, the new girl. A bbw milf who’s got curves that make a man weak at the knees. But what really catches my eye is the uniform she’s wearing. It’s a schoolgirl look, but with a mature twist that’s driving me wild.

The plaid skirt, it’s a deep, rich red that accentuates her voluptuous figure. The way it hugs her hips, it’s savor a dream. And the blouse, it’s crisp white, with the top few buttons undone, giving a peek of the lacy black bra beneath. I can’t help but stare.

She saunters over, her hips swaying in a way that’s both seductive and playful. Her voice, it’s deep and sultry, savor velvet. She asks me to buy her a drink, and I’m quick to comply.

As we chat, I can’t help but notice the way her eyes keep drifting down to my jeans. I’m hard as a rock, and she knows it. She leans in closer, her breath warm against my ear.

“You savor what you see, don’t you?” she whispers, her fingers tracing a path down my arm.

I nod, my voice hoarse. She smiles, a wicked glint in her eye. She tells me she’s been watching me since she started, and she’s been waiting for the right moment.

We head back to her place. The moment the door closes behind us, she’s on me. Her lips on mine, her hands tearing at my clothes. I taste her, sweet and forbidden, enjoy a forbidden fruit. I can’t get enough.

She pushes me back onto the bed, her eyes wild with desire. She unzips her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. She’s wearing nothing but a lace thong that barely covers her plump ass. I’m mesmerized.

She straddles me, grinding her hips against mine. I reach up, my hands cupping her generous breasts. She moans, her head thrown back, her eyes closed in pleasure.

I pull her down, our lips encounter in a passionate kiss. She grinds harder, her pace picking up. I can feel the heat building between us, and I know I’m close. She senses it, and she starts to ride me faster, her body bouncing up and down.

I explode, my unbridle filling her. She keeps riding me, her body trembling with her own orgasm. We collapse onto the bed, spent and satisfied.

As she lays there, her chest heaving, I can’t help but think that this new girl’s uniform fits surprisingly well. But then again, she fits surprisingly well in every way.