Jane Finds Herself
Copyright© 2025 by ghostwritten
Chapter 28
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 28 - While trapped on a family camping trip, Jane has an unusual run-in with a man at the washrooms. Fighting her fears and anxieties, Jane continues to meet with him each night and even befriends his daughter Riley... who looks remarkably like her.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft ft/ft Consensual Heterosexual Incest Spanking Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie First Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Sex Toys Squirting Voyeurism Small Breasts
The weekend was dull, with Val and Becca hanging out with their boyfriends and Brad out of town. I had nothing to do and no one to distract me from my still arguing parents at home. Worst still, the weather was bad most of Saturday and only cleared up Sunday evening, so I wasn’t even able to get in a morning run.
I felt I had excess energy building inside me, but all I could do was sit around my room all day. Mom and Dad were fighting most of the weekend, or silently being pissed at each other, and there was nowhere else to go.
I tried to read but got bored quickly, not really interested in any of the books I picked out. I didn’t feel like watching any movies on my laptop either, so all I did was space out on social media watching pointless videos until I got a headache and stopped.
At night, I tried to release the pent-up sexual frustration with porn, but it didn’t do anything for me. Girls, guys, and all their possible combinations didn’t seem to get me going. I looked up more extreme things, like being spanked, which I already liked, to being tied up, which might be fun. I was desperate for anything to help get me off, but I only found one thing that worked. Much to my own confusion and disgust, it was looking at pictures of myself taken from my night with Brad and Tucker.
I first tried thinking of Riley or Curtis by looking at my pictures of them, but as I scrolled, I found the images of that night. As I would look at each image in sequence, I would re-live each moment in my head. With my fingers or the vibrator Curtis had given me, I attempted to recreate the experience.
I hated myself for thinking about it, enjoying the degradation and humiliation I endured that night; but another part of me couldn’t help but get excited at the memories. I wanted to feel the hot cum on my face and chest again. To have cocks in my mouth and pussy at the same time. The worst was thinking and remembering the disgusting humiliation of fucking that bottle while the two men watched; desperate to bring myself to orgasm no matter what.
Before the third time I made myself cum on Sunday night, I almost texted Brad to invite Tucker for our planned fuckfest. I was so delirious I would have gladly let him do whatever he wanted to me again. Luckily, I returned to my senses, when finally I lay panting in my bed, hot and sweaty, sheets damp all around me, legs open, and a vibrator still stuffed deep inside.
As my mind unfogged itself from my lustful thoughts, I felt nothing but shame for what I’d allowed myself to think. I didn’t want to think of myself as the whore Tucker perceived me as. I was more than that. I wasn’t just some series of holes to stuff his cock into and fill with his hot, flowing seed. I needed to remind myself over and over again, not to get carried away ... but that burning, itching feeling would start up again.
The clouds had cleared, and I greeted Monday’s clear blue morning skies with a morning run. The roads and sidewalks were still dark and damp, and I had to navigate around puddles as I made my way towards my usual park. I even had to quickly avoid the splash of a passing bus that just narrowly missed soaking me with dirty road water.
As I passed through the gates of the park, I felt a spring in my step. It was like I’d been set free again from the confines of my room prison. For a brief, glorious half an hour I was unburdened by guilt, sorrow, and shame for some of the things I’d done and others that I wanted to do. My mind went blank as I turned the first corner, blissfully free of all unwanted thoughts. I just focused on my breathing, my heart thumping in my chest, and the movement of my arms and legs.
I was in a near meditative state, one which I sorely needed after a long weekend being stuck inside. I flew around the second corner, running straight into a headwind, but it barely slowed me down. My hair floated behind me like a tail behind a kite, as the wind helped to cool the sweat from my face.
Despite the path still being rain-soaked, I had to weave around a few walkers and strollers as I carried on towards the third major corner. I still felt good, my heart rate felt stable, and I wasn’t starving for breath. The park was a vibrant green, refreshed from several days of rain. The air was still cool, but later the heat of the afternoon sun would make the city sticky and humid. For now, however, the temperature was perfect.
As I turned towards the fourth corner, I couldn’t help but notice the bushes I’d puked in from my last run. I wasn’t planning on visiting them on this run though, as I was only going to do one lap. I learned my lesson last time about pushing myself too hard, too fast, plus I had to work my second shift at the store today and I didn’t want to be worn out.
I made the final push up the straightaway, picking up speed towards the exit gate. My arms pushed my legs to move faster. My hair whipped back and forth behind my head, and I could feel my tits bounce in my bra, but I wanted to go as fast as possible. As I crossed the line, arms out and up like it was a photo-finish.
I couldn’t help but think about my Dad again. I missed running with him. I missed his company on these runs and the little things we did together. It was fun to race the final stretch, each of us pushing the other to go that little bit faster. I missed our conversations, our laughter, and how close it made me feel to him. He hadn’t gone running since Riley had arrived, and seemed to have no interest in running with me again. It made me sad that I may have ruined our growing closeness with my idiotic misjudgment of his interest.
Making my way back towards home, I ran at a slow jog to keep my legs from seizing up. I needed to cool down so they wouldn’t be sore and stiff before my shift today. It was a concern, but I knew I really needed to blow off the steam I had built all weekend. The only two ways I knew how to do that involved getting sweaty, but only one really could be done alone. I reached my building and walked up the steps to the front door and unlocked it with my key, before going up the first flight of stairs.
“Jane! How are you?” Mrs. Beauchamp said as I turned the corner towards the next flight. I stopped to say hello.
“Hello, Mrs. Beauchamp, I’m doing ok. Better weather today than the weekend.”
“I’ll say. Too damp for me this weekend. Made my feet hurt. Jane dear, would you mind looking after the kitties this upcoming weekend? I’m going to go out of town to visit my kids.”
I smiled, “Sure, no problem. Anything special you need me to do?”
“No, just make sure they have water and food like usual. If you have a minute to spare to keep them company, that would be nice too. I’ll make you a nice pie for your troubles...”
“You don’t have to...” I tried to say, but honestly, I could definitely eat a pie.
“It’ll be on the counter under the cover on Friday. I’ll be gone till Monday evening, but if you check on them Sunday night, they’ll be fine till then. Thanks, Jane!” Mrs. Beauchamp said politely.
“Of course. Have a safe trip.”
With that, I made my way up the flight of stairs, bounding up two steps at a time. I was happy, ecstatic actually, since I’d have a refuge to hide out in should I need it this weekend. Maybe I could hang out with Val and Becca, or hook up with Brad later on, but during the day, I could use the excuse to hang out at Mrs. Beauchamp’s place. It may smell like a litterbox at times, but it was also parent free ... Also pie!
I made my way to the third floor and unlocked our front door to find the place was empty again. I shook my head and kicked off my running shoes, before making my way to the washroom to shower. I wanted to be fresh and clean before my shift tonight. I didn’t know what Crystal might have in store for me, but if it was anything like my first shift, I might end up in my underwear again after we closed ... or maybe less. I made sure if that was the case, that I was fully prepared and shaved for the occasion.
I let my hair flow behind my back as I walked down the road towards the store, as the noon traffic roared by. I wore a short blue dress with white trim, it stopped just above my knees, concealing the dark blue lace panties and bra I wore underneath. If Crystal wanted me to undress again after work, to help with my shyness, I wanted to be ready for it.
I was actually excited to go to work, having overcome the initial hurdle of my first shift on Friday. I liked working for Crystal, and I was starting to get the hang of using the register. I knew helping customers, especially on my own, would be challenging but I thought that would come with time. I saw the way Crystal talked to people, a friendly and helpful suggestion here or there to guide their purchase. It helped that she knew everything they stocked in the store, so it was a quick ‘you should try this... ‘ or ‘what about that... ‘ and in a flash, she could return with it in her hands. That was something I needed to learn how to do, too.
I arrived at the store to find Denise behind the counter. She greeted me rather coolly. I tried to be polite, saying hello and giving her a smile. I didn’t know why she didn’t like me that much. I hadn’t had a shift with her yet, so hopefully I could do something to make her change her opinion of me. I ducked into the back, behind the curtain and found Crystal sorting through some boxes on the floor.
“Well hello there, Jane. Early as usual...” Crystal said from her knees as she carefully cut open one of the boxes.
“What’s all this?” I asked, stepping carefully around a small pile to get to the office to put my purse down.
“New shipment of product just arrived, some restocks, some backorders, and a few new items to check out.” With that, Crystal held up what looked like a black leather skirt and matching top with strings hanging down the front. From what I could tell, it tied up in front and probably left little to the imagination.
“Looks good...” I lied. I don’t think leather was really my thing. I found sitting on Brad’s leather couch sticky when it got really hot ... or maybe it was just when I got really hot.
It seemed Crystal could tell I wasn’t being truthful, “I’m not a big fan either, but I thought it might be worth a try. Some girls really like this stuff, and it could help diversify the clientele. Anyway, clock in and I’ll teach you how to receive shipping. Hope you don’t mind being on your knees,” she said with a laugh. She had no idea.
I learned how to check inventory and the order sheets, ensuring we received the right quantities of the right sizes. It took an hour, and I had to admit, my knees were starting to get sore when we finally finished. The boxes were all empty and broken down, and all the new products were ready to be put on shelves or stored in the backroom. I felt quite proud that I’d been able to get to help Crystal with that and I got to learn something new.
With Crystal and me back on the sales floor, Denise went for lunch. It was pretty quiet for the first little bit, so Crystal started to quiz me about items in the store. She’d asked to locate certain bra sets in specific colors, teddies, baby dolls, and other lingerie items. She said it was a way for me to get to know the product and where it was in the store, much like when I’d cleaned the shelves and racks during my last shift. I’d have to say, it helped.
When a customer came in, Crystal would help them and have me fetch items for them to try on. She’d say a bra and cup size or other item, and I was to get it as quickly as I could. It didn’t take long to understand how certain items were placed on the racks by size, color, and brand. After doing that half the night, I was zipping around the store in the right direction before Crystal even finished speaking. This continued after Denise returned, with me running around for both of them on the rare instances they’d both be helping people.
“Very good!” said Crystal, impressed when I returned with a burgundy bra and panty set, sized 36C with medium bottoms in less than twenty seconds. When each customer was served, I’d ring them through at the register, getting comfortable with the process. I was really starting to get used to things, until Crystal told me the next customer was mine to help. Internally, I started to panic. My hands instantly got clammy, and I felt suddenly lost in the store. I wanted nothing more than for the rest of the night to be dead quiet, but that wasn’t the case.
Ten minutes later, a man entered who looked like he was in his thirties. He wore a nice suit and tie and looked like he’d just finished work in an office somewhere. He was clean-cut and well shaved, a handsome man if I did say so myself. Crystal gave me a look that told me I was to help him.
“Hi ... H-Hello, welcome to Hidden Miss. How can I help you today?” I asked, stumbling over my words at first. I already felt like an idiot but tried to hide it.
The man grinned at me, “Hello Miss, I’m looking for a gift for my girlfriend. Something sexy, yet tasteful.”
“Al-alright, we have a wide range of lingerie for you to choose from. Does she have a favorite color, and do you know what size she might be?” I was struggling, but a quick glance over at Crystal reassured me as she gave me a thumbs up. I was trying to replicate what I’d seen her say to other customers, but this was more difficult since it was a man.
“Well,” the man paused, rubbing his chin. “She’s about your height, perhaps a few inches taller; maybe a little smaller in the chest, and she really likes pink.”
“Ok, pink...” I said out loud, my mind running through all the different options. It seemed so overwhelming at the moment, but I tried to compose myself with both Crystal and Denise watching me. “We have these nice light pink baby dolls. They come in a variety of sizes and are a fun look.” I pulled one off the rack and held it up as the man examined and touched the material.
“Seems nice but it’s hard to tell for sure. Do you have it on display anywhere so I can see what it looks like on something?” he asked.
I didn’t really know all the displays we had since a number were on the outside windows. I turned to Crystal, who shook her head no. I didn’t know what to do, but I wanted to get the sale and show I could be helpful. It was then I remembered something Crystal had told me and I knew what to do.
“U-unfortunately we don’t have it on display...” I said nervously.
“Oh,” the man said disappointingly.
“ ... but I-I can try it on for you so you can see wwwhat it looks like.” I hope he didn’t notice my hands were shaking nervously as I offered.
He looked surprised, “Are you sure? Can you do that?” he turned and looked over at the other women in the store.
Crystal smiled wide, “Of course, sir. Here at Hidden Miss, we always go the extra mile for our customers.”
“If that’s ok and you’re comfortable with that...” he paused, looking me up and down.
“Yes, sir. Of course.” I picked one in my size off the rack and walked to the change room. The man followed and waited outside while I stripped down to put on lingerie for an unknown stranger.
I removed my bra but left my panties on, according to story policy, and slipped the soft satin garment over my breasts and tied it in place with a ribbon that wrapped from the back around to the front and hidden by a large bow below my chest. I slid on the pair of pink panties it came with, overtop of my regular underwear. I took one look in the mirror and saw how low the neckline plunged. I closed my eyes and took a breath, trying to steady myself, before opening the curtain.
“Oh wow!” the man said, walking forward to get a better look. I couldn’t tell if he was admiring the lingerie or me, which made me feel nervous. Without even thinking, I started to turn so the strange man could look at it from all angles.
I felt weird, exposed and uncomfortable, but at the same time I felt sexy and turned on. Unbeknownst to me, my nipples decided to poke out against the thin material, which seemed to draw the eye of the man looking me over. He held his chin again, lost in deep thought as his eyes traveled over my body. I was glad I shaved my legs really well today. That thought gave me an idea...
“I’ll bet it would look even better with stockings,” I said, looking at Crystal. She nodded and quickly zipped over to that section and returned with a pair of pink thigh-high stockings. I returned to the change room and quickly slid them on.
“That is spectacular,” the man said. I could tell he liked it from the growing bulge in the front of his pants. “Yes, I’ll take the whole thing; stockings too.”
“That’s great!” I squealed, jumping up and down, temporarily forgetting the outfit I was wearing. I almost fell out of the top, but I don’t think the man would have minded too much.
“I’ll ring you up over here,” Crystal said, getting another full outfit for the man while I returned to the change room to put my regular clothes back on. I emerged fully dressed just as the man was about to leave the store, a bag in hand.
“Thank you so much,” he said with a big smile on his face. “I’ll make sure to tell everyone about the great service here.” With that, he walked out of the store, and I walked towards the back counter.
“Well done!” Crystal said. “First customer and of course you get the guy, but you handled it well and you managed to get an add-on as well. Don’t you think she did great, Denise?”
“I’m surprised,” she said bluntly. “Maybe there’s hope for you yet.”
The shift lingered on and eventually Denise went home, leaving Crystal and me alone. It was a Monday evening, so it wasn’t very busy. There was the odd customer here and there, but nothing like earlier in the day.
The odd woman looking for something sexy for an upcoming date, or a married woman searching for something to spice up her marriage. Crystal had me take the lead for most of the sales, while she stood by to assist. It was interesting to be on the other side of the change room, waiting to see what the other woman looked like. Crystal was right, there was no room to be embarrassed by seeing a stranger in her underwear.
In one case, I could clearly see the woman hadn’t shaved in the right places. Dark curly hair peeked out around the sides of her own plain white panties. Considering she was trying out a thong over top of what she was wearing, it just made it even more noticeable.
When the store was quiet, Crystal continued to quiz me on the product. The tone though had changed after Denise had left. Where before it was more professional, when it was just the two of us it slowly became more flirty.
Crystal would make little comments like, “I bet you’d look great in that”, or “You should buy that later”. Weirdly, it didn’t make me uncomfortable, it felt like I was being teased by one of my friends. I even gave back a little of what I was given, saying, “I think you’d look better in that than me.”
I got a raised eyebrow and a chuckle from Crystal who responded, “Don’t tempt me.”
I was really starting to like Crystal. She was sarcastic, funny, and pretty. I thought of her more like a cool older sister rather than my boss. One thing I noticed though, for someone so open, was she never talked about her personal life. In fairness, I didn’t either, but I just thought it strange. Maybe we just hadn’t gotten to that point yet.
Closing time came around, and Crystal locked the front door and pulled the security gate. I couldn’t help but be curious and excited about what might happen tonight, and I didn’t have to wait long to find out.
With the gate in place, covering the front door, Crystal spun around on her heels quickly with a wicked grin on her face.
“Time to clean up the store again, Jane,” she said before adding, “then we’re going to have some fun.”
I turned towards a rack of hanging bras, most fastened to their hangers but a few were out of their proper order. I started shifting them around, sizing them properly. From behind me though, I hear a throat clear. I turned back around to see Crystal wagging a finger at me. Without saying a word, and with a crooked grin, she wiggles her finger upwards. I instantly knew what she meant.
Having already been seen in what amounted to less earlier in the day, I wasn’t as nervous as my last shift. I undid my dress and pulled it over my head, carefully placing it on the counter so it wouldn’t get wrinkled. I then turned to Crystal so she could get a look at what I was wearing today.
“Cute,” she said, as she walked a little loop around me. I’d decided to wear something a little nicer today, since I expected this to happen. I returned to cleaning and fixing the stock on the shelves while Crystal checked one of the registers. Since it hadn’t been that busy, I finished quickly.
“Done,” I said with a smile.
“Very good, you’re coming along quickly,” Crystal said, as she walked out from behind the counter. “Alright, let’s have some fun. You get to model some of the new clothes for me, I want to see what they look like on someone before I put them out.”
“What?” I asked, remembering the little leather outfit she’d shown me earlier in the day.
“You get to be my model,” she repeated, as she reached behind the black curtain and pulled out a black leather outfit. “Here, put this on.”
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