Guernsey is a small place, very busy in the summer with tourists, and working in a traditional sweet shop summer is the busiest time of year.
Rihan worked with me, and had done for a few years.
At 36 she was a little older at 39, slim with not much going on up top. I’ve always had a thing for curvier ladies so initially apart from appreciating her good looks, I hadn’t really thought about her sexually. Added to this she is a mum of 2, and although we got on well the thought of the extra bagged just pushed any slight thoughts of a relationship to the back of my mind.
When we are busy, we are busy, almost non stop, and although we have an air conditioner it can get pretty warm.
One thing that I really love about Rihan is her sense of humour. She has a little devilish streak which draws you in with the occasional flirty comment every now and then, but bearing in mind what we sell, she is always 100% professional in front of customers.
A couple of weeks ago, during an unusually quite spell she decided to take the opportunity to do some stock taking.
I covered the shop while she busied herself out back.
I was in a bit of a day dream when I heard her call from the back “can you help me with this, unless you have a customer”
I called back to say we were quite and I walked to the stock room. Rihan was standing on the top step of the ladder trying to reach the back of the shelf, “oh, thanks, I’m trying to get this box at the back but the ladder is a bit wobbly, could you hold it for me”
“Of course” I replied.
Now Rihan usually wears a nice short summer dress, and today was no exception. I stood at the bottom of the ladder and held it firmly as she reached over the top shelf.
I’m not usually the kind of guy that does this, so when I glanced up and noticed she was wearing a little black thong that didn’t leave much to the imagination.
I cleared my throat “rihan, erm, I’m not sure this is the most lady like pose, perhaps I should grab the box for you”
She turned and looked at me and with her hand on her hip replied “who said I was a lady” and winked at me.
I blushed and stammered “sorry, it’s just I can see right up your skirt and I don’t want you to think I’m perving”
“Well mr, if you get a little thrill then who am I to stop you” and began rummaging about for the box again.
I really tried not to look, but I kept stealing glance. “Got it” she said as she pulled the box from the back.
She climbed down the steps and looked at the box “liquorice, how long had this been here, we better put this out and sell it cheap” and giggled “almost as old as me this stuff”
I laughed and replied “you’re hardly old”
“Maybe” she continued “but I’ve squeezed a couple of kids out of me, so things are quite as young as they used to be, but I guess you saw that” and again winked as I blushed.
“Right, stick this out, and put it at half price” she said handing me the box “now get back to the shop unless you want to stare at my panties all day” as she said this she flicked the hem of her skirt showing her tight little buns at me.
I picked up the box, placing it over my swelling crotch, the last thing I needed was her seeing my bulge caused by our accidental moment.
The day passed quite quickly after that as the shop got busy again and in no time at all it was closing time.
As I was tidying up the counter Rihan again called me to the back of the shop.
“Well mr are we going to talk about earlier?” She asked in a stern manner.
“Talk about what?” I asked, half knowing that she was going to tear a strip off me for perking at her.
“Well for starters we need to talk about you looking up my skirt”
“That was an accident, and I told you as well” I said defensively.
“Well that was one thing, but care to explain the lump in your trousers when you did?”
I was stumbling over the words, she had noticed despite my efforts to hide it, “I erm, well, sorry”
“Sorry for what?”
“Well looking, it was an accident”
“But you clearly enjoyed the view judging by your reaction” she pouted and put on an innocent voice “or don’t you like my old arse?”
I realised she was playing with me so decided to play along “well for an old skinny bird, you do alright”
She laughed “cheeky fucker” and playfully slapped my arm “i’m sure this old bird could show you a thing or two, the older the berry and all that”
“What does that mean” I asked as If I didn’t know.
She sat back in the chair and drew her hand up her thigh pulling the skirt hem with it, “the fruit tastes sweeter” and placed one finger from her other hand in the corner of her mouth.
I was mesmerised and could take my eyes of her slim thighs, she cut through my reverie “looks like somebody is thinking about tasting the fruit?”
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