I don't want to forget a detail, pt 1

Dave is a regular customer at my store. He comes by almost every day during the week. Usual purchases are three or four Beck's tallboys since we only carry them single, or sometimes Corona Extra and some limes. Always a Honey Sport Duchmaster cigar too.

Dave is probably about 30 years old--ten years my senior. He is decidedly short, probably only 5'7", medium brown hair, and at the moment a week-old shadow that's shaping into a becoming and well-trimmed beard. He is tan, subtly muscular, has dark eyes and perfect teeth. He is married and has a 4 year-old son whose name I cannot remember. Tonight he's wearing a dark blue sleeveless t-shirt, cargo shorts, and I assume, sandals.

He is next in a short line, and I decide to pretend not to notice him and see if he will go to Caron's register if I time it right. Caron finishes with her customer, smiles at Dave and gestures him over. He smiles, quickly shakes his head no and looks over at me. Caron shrugs, and takes the next customer in line. I still don't provide any hint that I've noticed his presence at all--making a point not to look at him--finish making change for my customer, and send her on her way.

Dave approaches the counter, beaming, smiling with all of his teeth, when I turn my eyes to him. I can't help the broad grin that spreads across my face in pleasant (mock) surprise. My cheeks flush and I have to look away, look down to him sliding a pack of gum across the counter. No beer, no snacks, just the pack of gum. We make the usual flirtatious small talk--How are you tonight?--and ring up his purchase. I bait him, "Did you really come all the way here just for a pack of gum?" expecting the chuckling, "Oh no darlin', I just came to see you" response. Dave however takes a smiling, but serious and hushed tone and says "Actually, I came to talk to you. You got a minute?".

I tilt my head and narrow my smile at him, "Umm... Yeah. I can step outside for a minute, right Caron?" She nods and waves me away. Dave turns and walks out the door, I drop my recently acquired $20 bills in the safe, sign off of my register, and follow him outside moments later. I see him sitting in his white company pickup truck, the door open and the dome light on. I have to walk around the front of the vehicle and the door to come face to questioning face with him. "What's up?" I ask, nonchalantly.

Dave, who has been drinking for a few hours and is probably baked, takes a deep breath and slowly looks from me to some distant point in space and then back again. He smiles that smile and slowly asks me,"Can I call you some time?".

I'm speechless, astonished, and blushing furiously. I take a physical step backwards and stammer for a moment while he just keeps smiling, eyeing me. "Uh... um... y-yes? Yes. You can." I step closer, regain some faculties. "Wait, um... Aren't you like, married?"

His turn to look slightly uncomfortable, if only for a second. "Well... I'm ah, going through a rough time. But yeah, I am married. I just, I see you in here every day, always smiling and happy to see me. You're just the sweetest, hottest little thing and... I mean, I won't lie to you, I am married and wouldn't want to hurt you, just..." He focuses suddenly, looks me in the eyes. "I'd like to show you a night you'll never forget."

I take an involuntarily quick, deep breath as those words physically impact my body. My heart pounds, I lean closer to him without meaning to. He senses this and without warning slides his hand around the nape of my neck and brings my lips to his. He tastes like weed smoke and sweet mint, and his body stiffens slightly as I let myself fall into his kiss. He deepens the gesture with his other hand on the small of my back, pulling me close to his body and into the truck, his tongue caressing mine.

I pull away slightly, my hand on his cheek, and I must have a look of supreme and ecstatic surprise on my face. He smiles and says, "Wow your lips are sexy." I giggle, almost sigh the words "Thank you" and his lips are on mine again. His second kiss is faster, probing, carnal. His grip tightens on my hip and neck, I run my fingers through the hair at the base of his skull and whimper as he finds my tongue ring and sucks playfully at it. He releases his hold slowly and I retreat a step or two, almost stumbling. My head is buzzing, my entire body flushed and aroused.

He looks at me for a moment, I put my hand to my head and let out a small laugh at the absurdity of this scene. "So, can I call you some time?" he asks again. "Sure," I smile at him, "Yes, you can. Do you have my number?" He reaches for a pen and I use the opportunity to take in his body, the smooth tan skin, the clearly muscular torso. It actually takes me a second to remember my phone number. He laughs at me and asks what time I get off work. "Ten, scheduled off at ten. Should be out of here before 10:45." "All right, I'll call you" and again with that bright smile. "Better get back inside before she thinks I kidnapped you."

I nod, still not able to fully comprehend what has just transpired, and turn to walk back to the store. My face must give me away because Caron takes one look at me and asks, "What the hell did he say??" I just smile at her, bite my bottom lip a little. "Wouldn't you like to know..."