Based on real life, plus a lot of fantasy. I did flirt with the same till assistant. She did threaten to smack my legs. At the time I lacked the confidence to ask out an older woman.
It was the nineteen eighties. Mark was twenty four and was three years into his first professional job in computing. In those days everyone in computing wore a dark suit with a white shirt and tie.
Mark shared a house with two other similar graduates. One was a recently qualified history teacher and the other a trainee chartered accountant. They were enjoying life. After years of student poverty they were now earning a decent salary. They had no dependents and their monthly outgoings were a small fraction of their ever increasing salary.
They didn't plan their meals ahead. Frequently they would just eat out in restaurants or get a takeaway rather than cook food. If Mark did decide to cook food he would have to visit the local Safeway's to buy the food for his dinner.
Mark was an extrovert and was happy to chat with pretty much anyone. At the supermarket, Mark had a favourite checkout assistant called Betty. She was cheerful and chatty and they got on well together. She was clearly ten years older than Mark, but nether the less he found her attractive. Whenever it came to join a checkout queue Mark would always look for Betty and choose her till.
She noticed that Mark was always in her queue and looked forward to seeing him. They would chat and banter every time she served him. Betty would comment on what he was buying for his tea. She would scold him about how unhealthy it was. Something about how she spoke to him turned Mark on. She was married with kids and clearly older than Mark but somehow they just clicked. Neither knew each others names, but that didn't matter. Mark fancied Betty and Betty fancied Mark.
Betty loved having this well spoken young professional man showing interest in her. Her colleagues noticed that Mark always choose Betty's till. They were a little jealous at the attention she was getting. They would tease her that her posh toy boy was waiting to see her again.
Betty noticed that Mark always had a pager clipped to his belt. She wondered if he was a doctor, but he dressed more formally than any doctor she had seen. He wore an expensive suit, fine cotton shirts and beautiful silk ties. The clothes he was casually wearing to work obviously cost more than she earned in a month. What work could such a young man do that was so important that they would need him to respond immediately? She became fascinated by him.
Betty had an ample bust. As it came time for Mark to arrive she would undo a few buttons to show her cleavage. Mark loved Betty's bosom and always sneaked a look. When she caught him looking she would refer to him as her naughty young man. Whenever she used the word naughty, something stirred in Mark. He secretly imagined himself being bent over her lap being spanked.
If Mark hadn't visited for a while Betty would say, "I wondered where you have been, up to no good I'm sure."
Often Mark would say that he had been working away in London or Edinburgh. Betty couldn't help wondering what work did he do?
Sometimes Mark would explain that he had been eating out or having takeaways. Betty would scold him about saving his money and eating properly. Mark would just smile and cheekily say something like, "Yes Mum."
One day after such an exchange Betty said, "Oh, you are a naughty young man. I'm not that old. I should smack your legs for being cheeky."
This really turned Mark on and he replied, "Hmm, I think I might like that."
They made eye contact and Betty said, "You're really naughty, what you need is a good spanking."
Mark boldly said, "Yes please, would you like to go out? Whats you number?"
