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| Matures With Young | Drunk Wife Fucking | Ugly Grannies | Wife Nude For You |
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The interviews had not been going well today. From 9 o’clock this morning a steady line of rejects and reprobates had streamed in through my door. Some lost the job the minute the walked in. I expect an interviewee to be smart, not dressed in denim, covered in body piercings and chewing gum. Others had appalling conversation skills and even though the main function of a checkout assistant is to scan goods they do need to be able to hold up some form of polite chitchat. At 2pm I came back after lunch to start again. I heard the click clack clop of my heels hitting the cold hard floor as I walked past the next bunch of wanters, needers and losers. Then I saw one who stood out from the rest. I felt myself straightening up further, sticking out my breasts and even smiling. I am sure there was a twinkle in my eye as I caught his gaze and grinned. His face split into a smile that reached his eyes as well as his ears! He was gorgeous. Sparkling deep dark eyes that in the artificial light look almost black, short cropped hair dark mahogany brown setting off his olive tanned skin to perfection. I bet he’s thick. No he can’t be intelligent AND pretty surely? I think as I shut my office door behind me, sitting down at my desk and automatically reaching for my handbag. I take out my compact and powder my nose, frowning as I notice the faint lines beginning to show around my eyes. I’m an old woman of thirty-Five and today I feel more like a seventy-year-old. Well apart from when I walked past that young Adonis back there. Then I felt young, virile and sexy. You daft old bat! He’s a young man stop fantasising about him. He wouldn't want a wrinkled up fat bird on his arm will he? I slip off my black blazer and slip it over my chair back. I sigh, as I look down at the ledge that is my cleavage. Some days I wished my breasts were detachable, they weigh a ton and men talk to them instead of me. The white material of my work blouse pulls taught as I reach forward to pick up a pen. I flip open another button on my top pretending to myself that it was because I was over heating in this summer haze and not because images of that young lad were burning in my mind. I walk to the door, pop my head round and call the first candidate in. A young girl who had at least made an effort to look smart. I looked down the row. The gorgeous lad was looking at one of the employee magazines, boring as hell but more exciting than staring at the creme brule colour of the corridor walls. There is another handful of people before I have to see him. I will have calmed down by the time I get to interview him. But I didn’t. Every time I took another failure to the door, my eyes were drawn to him. Several times his eyes met mine, making me feel as nervy as this crowd of reprobates looked. I kept calling out names. Each time I came to a male name I hoped it was him but it never was. Well he’s certainly eager. He must have turned up hours early for his interview. I had really hoped I would have gotten all the potential checkout assistants I needed before getting to him but I hadn’t. I had a couple who would be worth the training but I still needed a few more. As my pile of applicants dwindled I finally came across the application of a young man named James. He had incredibly good A-level results, was studying law at the local university and had had a little experience with working in a shop before. He looked promising. Time again to look out on the scared faces of my potential employees and time once again to attempt to not look at him. “James Price” I shout as I come to the door, I look round and no one has moved. “James Price?” I avoided looking over to where he was seated so I didn’t see him until he was within a few paces of me, striding confidently forward. I smile at him and he returns the smile, confidently looking straight into my eyes as he takes hold of my hand and shakes it in greeting. I must have seemed like a right girl, my handshake was as limp as a rag doll in the rain! I couldn’t get past the shock of sheer sexual need that was shooting through me from just the strong, confident grip of a handshake. I could have held his warm soft hand all day but thankfully some of my motor neurons kicked in and allowed me to let go of his hand and turn around to go back into my office. He grasped hold of the door handle, holding it for me to go in before following himself. “Now that is what I like to see. Gallantry isn’t dead!” He carried on smiling at me, a throaty chuckle vibrating from his voice box directly to the pit of my stomach and maybe even my loins (whatever they are) and down into those distinctly womanly areas that shouldn’t be mentioned in polite company. “My mum always taught me to be courteous. I haven’t forgotten that, and after all it’s only good manners really!” I don’t know how sincere he was being or if this was his interview patter, but already I was ready to offer him the job with very special and personal tasks on the side. I scold myself internally for getting carried away and bury my head in his CV. I just then went into my usual interview patter, checking details and allergies and gathering all those strange but apparently essential titbits for the company to know. He was lovely. Chatty but not too personal, friendly without being overly so, exactly the kind of person who would do well behind a till. He’d have the old dears talking his ears off, the young girls flirting and the children would love his smile and gentle aura. Also I could already see the gangs of giggling girls ogling his cute face and slim frame. He really has beautiful hands, large but not overly so, not too bony but not too fleshy either and those fingers. Wow those fingers! Long wonderfully well proportioned. “James” I find myself saying, looking deep into those sincere dark eyes, that’s another thing I realised. He hadn’t looked at my breasts once whilst talking to me. He always met my gaze. Although who knows where he looked when my attention was elsewhere? “James, I don’t normally do this but as you are virtually the last person here I am going to tell you that you definitely have the job” “Thank You Miss Elliot” He says “That’s fantastic! That means I don’t have to do any more interviews!” “The training starts on Monday, you’ll get a letter in the post in the next few days giving you all the details oh and call me Susan, Miss Elliot makes me sound old!” I giggle a little then more from nerves than anything else “Ok Susan” He smiles “because I wouldn't want to make a young lady feel old!" With that he shook my hand again. Oh to feel him touching me! I hadn’t felt this giddy in a long time. I’d been a career woman far too long. No man in my life, no suitors only the odd bit of echoey flirtation. That day I felt on fire! It wasn't comfortable, it wasn’t a happy smiley feeling it was intense and passionate and bordering on the painful but I felt and that was the brilliance of it. I berated myself all the way home for breaking the rules. I shouldn’t have told him he'd got the job then and there, but I knew he would have other interviews and consequently other work offers and I wanted him at ShopingSmart with me! He was the best candidate for the job, none of the few left impressed me more than he did but I still felt that maybe I'd let my pussy make all the decisions. They say men think with their dicks, well I can now confirm that women can think with their genitals too. Not that he'd want to get anywhere near my old woman genitals with his young athletic penis! God woman you’re thirty-five woman not Fifteen! Get your act together. I had close to a week to recover from meeting James and I thought I was doing fairly well and I was! I had convinced myself I had made a professional decision, that my hormones were just playing up and that training would not be a problem. All that went off the roof and plunging to its destruction on the tarmac below when I saw him again. He was casually dressed in a t-shirt and a pair of jeans but he still managed to look smart. He stood out from the other trainees who looked scruffy and half-asleep with the 9am start. As I went into my training spiel (Thank God we have a high turn over of employees and I know this training session of by heart!) I tried my best to ignore him. I tried to ignore the heat generated inside me from his mere presence. I thought I was actually doing quite well at one point then he put his hand up to ask a question and I had to look into those eyes. I know it’s cliched but his eyes hypnotised me, drew me in, made me feel like walking up to him and grabbing a handful of his top to pull his lips against mine and kiss the hell out of the poor young boy. “Remember that" I told myself “He’s just a boy!” By the end of the day I was totally frazzled. My nipples we’re so over sensitised that just the rub of my sensible cotton bra made them crinkle with delight. My knickers were soaked. I felt like the world could smell how hot and aroused I was by this young scrap of a boy and what worried me more was I didn’t really care, in fact I quite liked feeling so sluttish. I felt a twinge of sadness as I drove home. I wasn’t likely to see much of James as he’d be on the tills in the store and more often than not I would be stuck in my office, taking interviews. I may catch a glimpse of him now and then but that was it. The common sense and mature part of me felt that this was a good thing and that maybe I would stop acting so silly and get back to my normal sensible self! However the romantic in me, oh ok then the slut in me was upset. She wanted to push him into the broom closet, rip down his pants and eagerly suck upon his young virile cock till it spurted obscenely into her mouth. I had never felt so sexual before. Sure I’d had boyfriends, I’d had sex and yes liked it but I had never felt anything so raw, so primal, and so naughty! I got home that night and went straight to my bed. I lay there and ripped off my panties, feeling the soaked material in my fingers before throwing them carelessly away. I hitched up my skirt and spread my legs and fucked myself. My fingers easily slipped inside my hot wet pussy. I was so wet that I could hear a slurping noise every time I screwed my fingers in and out of my hole. I imagined it was his young cock filling me. I imagined his hard body hovering over me, his eyes gazing deep into my own, his soft lips pressing against my own, and his tongue stabbing into my mouth as his cock stabs into my pussy. I came fast, hard and juicily. I roared in my release and blushed when I realised I had. I couldn’t believe that I had been so driven by my carnal lusts. I hadn’t even shut the curtains, anyone could have been watching! What was worse part of me actually found that exciting. “You’re turning into a bloody nymphomaniac!” I sighed out loud and then got back to normality. It wasn’t many days later when I saw James again. In fact he knocked on the door to my office. “Come in” I said distractedly, my head buried in the pile of new application forms littering my desk “Hello Susan” I looked up and there he was. Dressed in a pair of black scratchy work trousers with plain black shoes but on top of that, instead of a work shirt and tie he was wearing a T-shirt. “Carol sent me to you. The shirt I was issued is too small for me, Could I have a new one?” He smiled that smile and I dropped the application form in my hand onto the desk. “Certainly” I grin, standing up and going over the wall of locked cupboards, fiddling with my keys and nervously opening the uniform cupboard. “Is this your first day then?” I ask making small talk as I rummage through the drawers trying to find the male shirts “Yeah it is. I’m a bit nervous actually” He admitted to me. I looked over at him and he was nibbling his bottom lip, I longed to nibble it for him “Oh you’ll be fine. Once you’ve got the hang of the tills you’ll have no problems!” I grin “Here you go, come and rummage through these, you’re sure to find one that fits eventually!” I giggled and moved back to my desk and back to the application forms. I didn’t read another word. I just watched his arse as he bent over to rummage for a shirt. Eventually he pulled one out. “Is it ok to try it on here to make sure it’s ok?” He asks “S...s...ss..ss...Sure!” I stutter my accession as my face flushes red. I watch open mouthed as he pulls his T-shirt over his head, his lightly tanned skin revealed to my sight. His tight little puckered nipples dark and begging to be sucked taunt me and I feel like I am holding back the sex starved me from running at him then and there and sucking like a demon on one of those nipples. “Are you ok?” James’s voice breaks into my daydream “Oh yes, Sorry I was miles away then, Working something out in my head, maths was never a strong point of mine” I giggle hysterically trying to cover my embarrassment “Oh right. I thought you were a cannibal about to pounce and eat me for you lunch from the look on your face!” He laughed, deep and throaty but I could see he was also flushing across his cheeks and his chest. I smile back and watch him fasten up the shirt. “That looks right to me” I say to him and he nods his head. “I better get back down to the tills then.” He sounded almost upset to be leaving (maybe I was fantasising that bit!) “Have a good day!” I smile and instinctively I stood up to go and hold the door open for him “You'll be fine” I reassured him, gently lying my hand on his shoulder and squeezing. “Thanks Susan.” He replied; his cheeks still flushed “see ya.” The common sense me really told myself off for that episode. Staring at his naked chest and then touching him as he left were definitely big no-nos and I knew it. The newly resurrected sexual me didn’t give a damn She just wanted a good fuck. I hadn’t felt so sexual for many years, probably since university. I met many young men then, one stole my heart and then stole my credit card and valuables and since then I had thrown myself into my work. Not wanting to risk losing everything once more to a cute face and a charming smile. I think I felt liberated from responsibility because He was so young and nothing was going to happen between us. He was totally unobtainable and therefore perfect crush fodder! I fantasised about him often. I didn’t see him around much but whenever I walked past the tills and he was on he would give me one of those winning smiles. I was right about him, he always had a long queue for his till. Women loved him. I wonder how many of them imagined lying down upon the conveyor belt naked? I often did. I imagined him scanning my whole body from top to toe with his fingers then picking me up and carrying me away to the back of his little student car to fuck the living daylights out of me. I had a healthy imagination and an insatiable itch in my pussy that ended up with me masturbating daily and often more than once in that day. One morning I was on my way to work, my mind filled with plans for the day as my body drove the car on autopilot. I glanced out of the side window and out of the corner of my eye I saw James. He was bundled up in a big heavy fleece (It was autumn now and James had been working with us for three months) with a heavy scarf wrapped around his neck. I honk my horn and watch him jump as if startled, when he sees me frantically waving he waves back. I pull up to the curb a little further on and reach over to open the passenger side door. “Morning James” I smile “jump in I’ll give you a lift” “Tanks Susan” He sniffs, sliding into the front seat of my untidy car. “Sorry about the mess” I apologise, smiling at him. I notice his nose is red and his eyes runny “Are you ok?” “Not weally doh” He says “I fink I h...h....h... ACHOO! have a cold” “Well you’re not going into work then my lad!” I answer, going into mothering mode. “I’m going to take you right back home now. Let me just ring the office and explain things” “but...but....” he tried to protest “Don’t...you can’t serve customers in that state... I won’t let you. Now sit there and hush up whilst I speak to Annie” His mouth snapped shut and I concentrated on the phone call. I explained what was going on and that I would be a little late. As I had no interviews to take today I wouldn’t be missed for an hour or so, I could always stay late to make it up if needs be. “Right, where do you live again? I’m going to drive you home.” James tells me where he lives and I start out in that direction “Have you got paracetomol and such like in at home?” I ask him “No, nothing I don’t think anyway.” “Ok well we’ll take a detour past my place. I’ve got some cold relief odds and ends from when I had flu last month. We’ll pick those up then get you home.” “Oh you weally don’t haff to...” He snuffled “Yes I do. We can’t have our top checkout assistant off work for too long now can we?” “Well tanks Susan. Tanks a lot. I tink I would have cowapsed if I had had to walk any furdder” James barely uttered another word for the rest of the journey. I left him in the car as I went into my house to find the lemsips and other cold remedies I had lying around in a cupboard in my kitchen. When I got back to the car, James was slumped against the window fast asleep. Poor lamb. My maternal instincts were upper most in my mind, but below it all there was still a stirring in my nether regions that I just couldn’t get rid of! I got back into my tired little car as quietly as I could, I even tried to start her quietly but she didn’t like the cold so she coughed and spluttered and woke James up. “I’ll have you back home in a jiffy now” I say soothingly “then you can have a good rest” The journey to James’s student home was relatively short and very quiet. When we pulled up outside the neat looking terraced house I jumped out of the car and retrieved my bag of goodies from the boot. James was already at the door when I got there. “Do you want me to come in? I can make up a drink for you and do if you like” I think I sounded over eager but James just nodded his head “pwease.” He said and that was all the accent I needed. I found my way to the kitchen pretty easily, for a house shared by four university boys I was impressed by its cleanliness. I boiled the kettle and then went to find James. He was laying upon a flowery couch looking forlorn, still wrapped in his coat and scarf. “take off that coat love” I say “I’ll go and find you a blanket” “Fanks Susan....get my duvet from my woom for me pwease” His room was spotless. The ShopingSmart ties hanging on the door let me know it was definitely his room but I could have told that from its scent alone. I walked in and took a good look. Not only was it clean on the surface it looked like James was an organised individual. He’d have a fit if he saw the state of my bedroom! I shook myself from my little daydream, this was the only time I'd be in his room! I noticed some Pyjama's strewn at the side of his unmade (double) bed. Obviously he hadn’t had the energy to tidy up after himself this morning. I picked up the duvet and carried it back downstairs to James then I went and made up the hot lemon drink for him. “There you go.” I said, passing the drink to his shaking hands. “There's some vapour rub in the box and some soothers for your throat and a few more lemsips. they should see you through for a few days.” “Dank you” He smiled and took a sip of the drink “Take care of yourself” I add “oh and if you want I can give you a lift into work on days we’re in at the same time. We’ll talk about it when you’re well” “Susan?” He said “Yes love?” “Would do put some wub on my back for be” |
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