Adam leaned on his broom and sighed. He stared off into space for a few moments, before shaking his head. That wasn't getting anything done, neither the leaning not the staring. He reached for the dust pan and shoveled the accumulated trash into it and dumped it into the trash bag beside him.
He started to tie the bag closed, then decided to check the aisles of the store one more time. He firmly told himself that he was looking for dust and dirt. He was not looking for Janey.
Adam sighed again. He wasn't fooling himself. He had developed a crush on the slender, blonde girl last year in their senior year of high school. They were friends, but he had always been too shy to ask her out. Attending the same college, they had taken a couple of classes together and he had been thrilled when she mentioned the store she worked at in the evenings was looking for more help.
He had rushed down to the combination computer/electronics/office supplies stores and filled out the forms, listing Janey as a reference. After all, he had reasoned, he had known her for several years. The manager, Mr. Andrews, looked over his application and hired him for the evening shift. "The same as your friend, Janey, in fact."
Adam was jubilant, made even more so by the discovery that the evenings usually consisted of Janey, himself and Paula. Paula was an older red headed woman, in her forties. Not officially a member of the management team, she still had a key and the alarm codes, allowing the others to split and leave her with her two junior workers to clean up and close.
They made an odd trio. Janey was petite, standing barely above 5 foot, blonde and bubbly. Everyone was her friend. Paula, twice the age of her co-workers, calm and serious, but never prone to lecturing or yelling when the younger two made mistakes. And then Adam himself, almost 6 feet tall with a body that seemed skinny but actually was layered in swimmer's muscles.
One of the duties that Adam assumed was to make the night deposit. Revitalization or not, this area was not the best in the city, and it simply was safer for a male to drive to the bank's night depository window. Each evening the three of them worked Paula would give Adam the locked bank bag, let him out the side door and he would make the deposit. When he returned, he would tap on the door and either one of the girls would let him in.
After several weeks of this routine, Paula simplified it. She gave Adam her key to the side door so he could let himself back in and not interrupt the final wind up of the day's business. Even at night traffic could be snarled downtown, so he often was gone for up to a half hour. Since he had no idea of the alarm codes, making a duplicate key would have done him no good. He wasn't tempted by that idea anyway. The only temptation at the store was Janey.
Adam brought himself back to the present and hauled the bag to the side door. When he went to the bank he would drop the trash in the dumpster. He walked up to the front office where Paula was finishing the deposit. Janey was resting hee elbows on the counter, her back to him. He slowed for a second, drinking in the sight of slender legs showing beneath the simple skirt and the way the material pulled tight across her butt.
Paula looked up and smiled. For an instant Adam panicked, worried that she might have noticed his staring at Janey. But neither her expression nor her voice seemed to say anything. She simply smiled and handed him the deposit bag.
Adam let himself out and got in his car. He pulled out of the parking lot and started down the street. At the first red light he swore, pulled into the closed gas station on the corner and turned around. He had forgotten the garbage.
He hopped out of the car. He hesitated and then picked up the bank bag and locked the car before going to the side door. The area was well-lit, but it didn't pay to take chances. He unlocked the door and stepped in, putting the bag down on a nearby display. He was about to pick up the garbage when he heard a giggle, followed by a door closing and then the faint click of a lock.
That was a bit strange. Paula didn't use the front office and the sound came from the back room anyway. Intrigued, he carefully locked the door he had just come in and walked to the stock room.
Before this part of down town had given way to urban decay, and then inner city revitalization, the blocks here had been warehouses. When the contractors had roofed in the old loading areas and split them up to make separate places, they had left what seemed to Adam to be old receiving offices here and there. One remained in what was now the stockroom of this store. Adam couldn't think of any other reason there was a small little structure with windows in approximately every third subdivision.
The company had painted over the windows, put a locking handle on the door and had furnished it as an office. Since the store manager had an office in the front, the back area had become a collection point for old files, out-of-date items and anything else no one needed but was reluctant to throw away.
Adam was curious by nature and for really no particular reason, had looked over the outside of the storeroom before. He had found the paint had peeled from the corners of several of the window. One, in fact, allowed someone to see just about the entire room. That window was almost at the back wall so he had to be careful to work his way to it without making noise. The light inside was on, so he was pretty sure he wouldn't be seen. He looked through the small opening.
Janey was standing in front of the desk, a teasing look on her face. She turned and leaned over the desk top, as though looking for something. Since she was looking back over her shoulder the entire time, it was obviously an act. The fingers of her right hand caught the hem of her tan skirt. She leaned again, lifting her foot and sliding her skirt up her leg. Adam smothered a gasp when the skirt rose far enough to expose the bottom of her tight little ass and the area between her legs. Janey was not wearing panties.
He managed to tear his eyes away from Janey and look at the object of her teasing. Paula was leaning against the closed door. A look of bright excitement was on her face. One hand was at her neck, and Adam realized she was undoing the buttons of her high collared blouse. God, was she getting undressed? Were the two of them going to...
The painful pressure in his groin made him spare a momentary glance down. His cock was as hard as he had ever known it to be, harder than when he masturbated at night while imagining making love to Janey. But he had never imagined anything like this. He fumbled at his belt as he peered back into the window.
Janey had leaned back against the desk, smiling as Paula shrugged out of her blouse. Adam had never really paid attention to the older woman. After all, she was in her forties for goodness sake. He was rather staggered as Paula proceeded to unfasten her bra, revealing a full, rounded pair of breasts. Adam acknowledged to himself that he hadn't inspected a lot of breasts, but Paula's big, brown nipples were the largest he had ever seen.
Paula remained at the door. Her hands ran down her sides and over her thighs. Her hands never stopped moving, now sliding between her legs and lifting her skirt, now letting the skirt fall and moving up the back of her thighs over her ass. Her eyes were riveted on Janey and her nipples stood out.
Looking back at Janey, Adam's eyes nearly bugged out. Her clothes lay in a pile by her feet. She was stepping out of her skirt when Adam's gaze returned to her. Her body was everything he had always dreamed of; firm smooth legs, small but pointed breasts tipped with pink nipples, a flat tummy and a tight, taut ass. She cupped one little breast in her hand, holding it as though she was offering it to Paula. The other hand slipped between her legs.
Janey's legs slid apart, her fingers moving slowly back and forth between them, caressing herself. The thumb of her other hand rolled her pink nipple around and around, slowly at first, then moving faster and faster. The speed of her thumb was matched by the speed of her other hand. Here eyes closed for a moment, then opened and a look of wild glee such as Adam had never seen came over her face. She suddenly stopped.
She had, but Adam hadn't. His pants and shorts were around his ankles and his hand was wrapped around his cock. The sight of Janey masturbating in front of another woman had almost caused him to cum within the first few seconds. Her stopping allowed him to regain control as he waited to see what happened next.
Janey grinned. She lifted her fingers to her lips, ran her tongue over her index finger and then slowly, knuckle by knuckle, sucked it into her mouth. She released it, pointed towards the doorway, curling it in a "come here" motion.
Adam couldn't tear his eyes off Janey. Where had this sexpot woman come from? Then Paula moved back into his sight and he amended that to "women". The older woman was nude except for her thigh high stockings and the garter belt she held them up with. Garter belt? Adam didn't believe any one actually wore them outside of some magazines he had looked through. He did admit that on Paula they looked sexy. Janey didn't need any such things, he happily noted. She was gorgeous as she was.
Paula was stopped by another gesture from Janey just as the older woman closed on her. Adam couldn't tell from his position, but it looked as though the two women's breasts might be touching. He strained his eyes. Janey's nipples looked to be brushing back and forth against Paula's.