My name is George. My wife and I are both 58 and I invested my redundancy money in a small shop two years ago which is doing OK. We open 9.30 -- 4.30 6 days a week and trade is quite good so we decided to take on extra help this year. We've got a Saturday girl, Anna, who does the hard slog on our busiest day, and we've got a lady during the week to cover the lunchtime period, 10-2 in fact. Her name is Jenny and this works well for her as she has two young kids at school and as my wife is fairly flexible we can cover for her when she has to take time off for the kids. In school holidays we bring in another schoolgirl to rotate with Anna who appreciates the chance of extra money.
Jenny is 34 and not bad looking. She has a great figure to say she has had 2 kids, she's about 5'2" with shoulder length brown curly hair and a good pair of tits which are about size 38, a contributing reason to me taking her on. She's not what you would call well qualified but she is very sensible and pleasant, and being a former receptionist she speaks very well. Although me and the wife don't have sex all that often, I often regularly fantasise about having sex and certainly notice the attractive customers that walk in. When it's quiet my attention turns to Jenny, as I admire her curvaceous figure, pretty face, nice hair, and large bosom.
I've often wondered what she would be like topless, or whether she switches from her prim and proper, yet helpful, service mode when she's in bed. We have a casual dress code and I've often had the pleasure of glancing down Jenny's tops as she bends to re-stock our lower shelves, or leans on the counter to check a delivery note. Her full smooth--skinned breasts enticing me to look closer for longer. I notice her nice bottom when she wears jeans or trousers, and occasionally her skirts are above the knee with the hemline going further up when she bends down or when she sits in the rest room.
Our rest room area consists of a separate toilet and basin, a kitchen unit and sink, with a kettle and microwave, and an old sofa.
We occasionally do stock taking on a Sunday but my wife made a big thing about not wanting to do the next one because we constantly disagreed with each other on the last one, telling me I could struggle on my own. Jenny asked if she would be paid if she helped, no doubt wanting to recoup some of the lost wages due to having time off to look after one of her kids during the week.
"Single time" I said, not wanting to pay double time for something I've never had to pay for before. "OK", she said.
Sunday came and I opened up, closely followed by Jenny who was as bright and cheerful as ever. We left the blinds down as we didn't want to give the impression we were open to any casual shoppers. I normally wear a shirt and tie but today wore a polo shirt, jeans and shoes, as well as socks and underpants of course. Jenny wore a pretty white short sleeved blouse, with a slightly plunging neckline. Her skirt came to just below the knee and was a blue and white patterned print skirt, the sort that you can see through if it was against sunlight, and white slip-on sandals.
I could see her bra straps through her blouse and assumed she had panties on of course.
We started sorting things out and worked really well. This was much better than working with my wife, as Jenny agreed with every decision I made and we both got a sense of achievement out of our work. We had a snack and a well deserved cup of tea as we finished up.
I started looking through some old birthday cards that we decided to sell at giveaway prices and began laughing at the jokes. Jenny joined in and we were soon in fits of laughter. We stood up to put the cards back into a box on the kitchen worktop and I commented that it was nice to be happy in our work. Jenny said that she couldn't be happier with this job and that she appreciated how well we treated her, allowing her time off without notice and without putting her job at risk.
I put my hands on her waist, still happily smiling from reading the cards, and said "I cant think of a more perfect assistant."
"Oh thank you," Jenny replied.
I then realised I had my hands on her waist, Jenny looking at me as though to ask me what I was going to say next if I wasn't going to take my hands off her.
"Errm, no, I mean, you are really, really nice," I mumbled, still with my hands holding her waist. "Thank you," she blushed and smiled.
I smiled back, thinking at least she hasn't told me to keep my hands to myself - yet.
"Sorry, you probably think I'm a silly old fool," I said.
"No, of course I don't, why would I think that?" Jenny replied.
"So you don't think it's silly for an old man to like a young attractive woman like you," I tried to flatter.
"You're as young as the woman you feel," Jenny laughed, quoting one of the cards we had just read.
I laughed too, still keeping my hands on her waist. The laughing subsided, "So you really like working here then?" I asked.
"Yes, its great," she quietly replied.
"And the people?" I asked.
"I get on well with your wife," she replied. Was this suggesting I had better watch my step?
"And me?" I asked.
"Yes, I think I get on well with you as well," she continued.
"I think you and I get on extremely well, don't you?" I asked.
"Yes, I suppose we do," she responded, looking slightly apprehensive.
