As I enter the shop I notice her bending down behind the counter, her arse encased in tight jeans and is firm and neat. Black high heels complete the view as I travel down the back of her thighs and calf muscles, to the end of her very tight leg jeans. Good shape I think to myself, and those heels look wickedly high.
She looks up and brushes hair out of her eyes. Mature clear skin, secretary glasses and full lips, mouth slightly open and the hint of a tongue over her white teeth. She stands up slowly, curvy, white cheesecloth shirt and obviously no bra, dark brown nipples hugging the gauzy fabric and then piercing it as her nipples start to harden.
She is now upright, smoothing the jeans over her thighs, then stretching backwards, forcing her nipples into more prominence and showing off her very prominent vee and the mound between her legs. Lycra jeans, and very low rise too, the tiny zipper is half-undone. Her hands go on to her hips and she looks straight at me.
"Can I help you?" half a smile and a lick of the lips.
"I just want some Danish."
"Shame," she says, "I'm all Aussie, but they do make better cakes," she laughs, and I hear a faint tinkling sound from somewhere, I look round but the door is closed.
"You want one, two, or more?"
"Oh, more please," I say, watching her nipples have a life of their own through the semi-transparent material.
"I'll get a bigger bag then," and off she walks to the back of the shop. I hear water running and then a quick scream, then deep very sexy laughter. She slowly comes back into the shop, still laughing.
"I washed my hands and the tap was on too fast .... look."