I had gone back to Lichfield, a city I had lived in 5 years ago, for business and taken the opportunity to revisit some old haunts. Currently I was ensconced in a delightful old Tudor tea shop, sipping a cup of Assam tea.

Better still was the staff. A selection of sexy young ladies, all between 14 and 19 I reckoned. Obviously picked to increase passing tourist trade, since there wasn't a plain girl among them. Certainly a change from the old women who had served last time I was here.

Dressed in their little waitress outfits, each a little different but essentially a white blouse, short black skirt, a cute white apron, some bare legged others in black tights. Each girl had her own appeal. A blonde had a longer skirt but split way up so acres of slim leg was expossed as she walked. A red head had a skirt that was little more than a belt, and a figure to carry it off! And there was a very sexy black girl, whose butt kept attracting my eye it was so tight. I just ached to bury my cock in her arsehole.

So rapt was I in admiring the miriad of young women I failed to noticed the black waitress had approached me and spoke.

"Hi Paul." She repeated, "remember me?"

I gazed at the young black waitress. I wasn't surprised I didn't recoginse her. Last time I'd seen her she'd been 9 tears old. The daughter of a former girlfriend.

"Well hello Tia, what are you doing here?" I replied, a little surprised, since I didn't remember her being overly friendly with me, especially since I had dumped her mother, and therefore her.

She was small. Petite is perhaps a better word. Standing barely five feet tall. But I've always had a preference for small, younger women. And Tia fitted my ideal almost to a 'T'. At five foot, she may have weighted eighty five pounds or so, but her small body was exquisitely shaped and well packed to boot.

We chatted for ten or fifteen minutes, she telling me about her her life since I had left. Anyway she said it was the end of her shift and being the chivalrous type, I offered to walk her home. I hadn't seen her mother in years and the thought of making her aquaintance again appealed.

When we arrived at her house, she asked me in for a coffee and of course I said yes. However it soon became obvious her mother was out.

"You know, Paul, either you are really dense, or I am a total failure at telegraphing my feelings. When you dated mum I really fancied you, and I did just about everything I could to get you to pay attention to me. Nothing seemed to work. This time I'm not going to be so subtile.".....(cont)