Recently divorced and once again on my own, I had been lucky enough to find a better paying job than I'd had before. I'd be co-managing an intimate apparel department in a well known department store. At forty, I was still considered to be reasonably attractive. I stayed fit working out in the gym every morning before work, one of the perks of actually working there, which was nice as I didn't have to go out of my way in order to do so. As I've stated before, I'm considered fairly busty, a fact that didn't go unnoticed every morning when I arrived for my workout. Mr. Anderson, or "Jim ... Jimmy", as some referred to him, my slightly younger boss, always had a warm smile for me, and usually a pointed look or two at my chest as we began our workouts. I didn't mind it so much however, he was rather attractive though he was the other side of thirty, closer to twenty, and as I said ... my boss. At work he was all business however whenever he came over to my department to see how things were going. I rarely saw a smile then, perhaps the pressure of the day to day. But there was no mistaking his flirtatious look, wandering eyes as we ran on the treadmills together, or lifted a few weights. Needless to say, he was always ready, willing and able to stand there and spot me. Though I knew he was mostly trying to spot my somewhat hard nipples as they pressed against my overly tight tee shirts and sweats.
All in all though, it was a good job and I enjoyed working there. Left pretty much to myself, which is how I preferred it anyway, I spent the majority of my day helping young girls and women to try on some rather intimate apparel. Occasionally I'd get the nervous male who'd come in to try and find something sexy for their wife or girlfriends. I enjoyed those too, very often (and sometimes purposely) making them blush as I suggested this, or that. Most often convincing them to buy the sexiest items that even I wouldn't be caught dead in.
I'd been working there a little over three months when a young woman, perhaps in her early twenties, if that ... and her equally young boyfriend, or fiancé wandered into my department. I had noticed a ring on her finger, but no wedding band, so I naturally assumed an engagement, and the fact she was no doubt there to pick out something very sexy to wear on their honeymoon. I stood back, watching and waiting for a moment as they giggled over this and that, picking a few things out for her to try on in the dressing room.
Though I would never attempt to openly do anything at work, especially where a customer is concerned, the fact that I have an appreciation for women, every bit as much as I do for men, does tend to allow me an occasional fantasy, or indiscretion or two as it were. Getting a peek at a particularly attractive woman as she's dressing, offering to bring back different sizes, make suggestions, and when I can ... stand there and nod approval. If I'm fortunate enough to be doing that, I am usually secretly enjoying myself and taking advantage of the moment while I have the chance. But again, never ever in a million years ever doing anything beyond that.
Not once had anything occurred that would even remotely tempt me into ever doing anything else. Until today.
It was in fact, and had been a particularly slow day, mid week, early in the morning. That was when it was usually pretty slow. I'd only had one or two customers come in and even briefly look around. Needless to say, I had plenty of time on my hands and nothing much to do but be attentive and as helpful as I could be. When the young blonde with fairly nice-sized breasts herself looked over in my direction, holding an armful of various items, I knew she was looking for help and a dressing room to try them on in.
I was a little surprised when the young man who was with her came sauntering over to the dressing area with her. The rooms were fairly large, with surrounding mirrors on three sides as you entered.
"Is it ok if he comes in to give me advice on what does or doesn't look good on me?" she asked.
It was an unusual request. In the past, in the rare few times that men had indeed come along with their wives or girlfriends, they usually stood outside. If in fact invited to take a peek at something, give their approval, it wasn't uncommon then for them to perhaps stick their head inside briefly in doing so. But to actually go inside and remain there while she tried things on, was something no one had ever done before, let alone asked about doing.
I considered briefly telling them no. But as there was no one else in the store at the time, I told them it would be ok, though adding that if someone else did come in and wanted to try something on themselves, I'd then have to ask her husband to be, to wait outside.
They were good with that, thanking me, and then stepped into the changing room closing the door behind them.
I didn't imagine them trying to shoplift anything, I'd already taken an accounting of everything she'd taken into the room with her. But sure enough, moments later the door opened as she stood there peeking her head out looking for me. "Ah ... ah..."
"Debra," I said introducing myself. "What can I get you?" I asked as she held up a rather lacy red bra towards me.
"I guess I need this in a slightly bigger size after all," she said looking down at herself, her breasts clearly exposed to me as she stood there. I looked at the tag on the bra she had handed me. This was one of my own personal secret moments to entertain and enjoy myself, while being all business about it while I did. I made sure to put on my business face too while I stepped towards her, causing her to open the door a little more as I did so, taking the bra she was holding away from her.
"Let's see ... you look more like a 34C, would you like me to measure to make sure?" I asked. As I said that, looking at her, I just managed to catch the reflection of her male companion standing off to one side of the room. I'm sure he didn't consider the fact that with the room being as mirrored, as it was, that I saw more of him than perhaps he'd intended. There was no mistaking what I had seen as he'd turned off to one side rather quickly. His cock hard ... and out. I knew then, he'd been playing with himself as he stood there watching his fiancé trying on lingerie. Now again, I'm no prude, and I actually had to admire their daring. No doubt they were having a simple bit of naughty fun with one another. And it wasn't beyond me to have done something in the past like that myself either. Unfortunately however, I was the one on the other end of all this. Responsible for my department, and anything-untoward taking place inside it. Against my better judgment however, I pretended I hadn't seen anything. My hormones suddenly going into overdrive, especially as I hadn't had sex myself in several weeks now. From what I'd seen, he had a pretty nice cock too, and I figured as long as it was as quiet as it was, why not let the two of them have a bit more fun while they could. While I could. And with luck, maybe catch another peek myself. If I did catch them at it, I could then ask them to refrain ... politely, but do so in such a way as to not totally embarrass them either. Maybe even make it more along the lines of one of those "fun" experiences to have and remember, when the store clerk caught the two of them fucking, or something.
"I'll be right back with another size," I told her stepping away.
As I wandered over to the rack, I was a little surprised to find they hadn't closed the door all the way. For a moment, I figured she was just waiting for me to quickly return with the right size. But as I stood there thumbing through the rack looking for one, I happened to glance up, and once again spotted her fiancé standing there, hard stiff dick out once again. But what blew me away and surprised me the most, was when she knelt down in front of him and started sucking it!
Ok, so they were having some naughty fun. And ok, so it was arousing to realize and see that they were. But ... I could catch hell for allowing it too. Thank god no one else had entered the store yet. I quickly found the size she needed, and began making my way back to the changing room they were in. I even tried to walk a bit more loudly as I did so, hoping perhaps they would hear me and make themselves a bit more presentable. Instead, I saw him look out towards me, smiling as he did. His girlfriend still on her knees, still sucking his cock greedily. Now I had no choice but to ask them to refrain from what they were doing. The fact he was looking at me directly, and I him as I approached, couldn't be mistaken for anything else, though I was surprised at her boldness now as she continued to do what she was doing even as I reached the door.
"I'm sorry but..." I began, having put on my really stern professional face on, having every intention of asking them to decease and desist what they were doing. And then he looked at me, as did she. Hot lusty grins on each one of their faces.
"Before you ask us to leave, which no doubt you're about to, we just wanted you to know how hot looking you are, and how erotic it is for us, to have you standing there watching the two of us doing this," he told me.
Whatever other words I was about to say got lost somewhere inside my head.
"If you're even the slightest bit aroused, seeing this, as we are ... then please don't. Let us continue while you watch because it's a major turn on, and a long time fantasy for us to be doing this. If someone comes into the store, as long as you're standing there, you can warn us, and then we'll close it and soon after leave. Unless of course ... you're not interested in doing that for us. In which case, we'll leave now."
.... There is more of this story ...