I've worked next door to Debbie for about 5 years, we both had little stores on the High Street, both opened 8.30am to 5.00pm Monday to Thursday and 4.30pm on a Friday, neither of us open weekends.
Debbie's shop was a ladies shoe and handbag shop, mine was a men's clothing shop. I'm not making a fortune but it gives me a comfortable income.
I'm single now, my wife passed away a couple of years ago, that when I stopped working Saturday's, I decided life was to precious to be working all the time, so now I spend my weekends visiting family and friends.
I normally had my lunch out the back of my shop in a little court yard I shared with Debbie and would see her out there having a coffee and smoke, we generally have a bit of a chat before going back to work.
I started noticing that Debbie was appearing more tired than usual and not quite as bubbly. Her daughter had recently got divorced and Debbie was spending a lot of time looking after the grandkids while her daughter worked.
One Friday I was outside having a beer after I closed the shop when Debbie came out.
"Hi Deb, another week done and dusted," I said.
"Hi Ted," Debbie said.
"Anything exciting planned for the weekend?" I asked.
"I wished, cleaning, washing, babysitting, no rest for the wicked." Debbie said.
"At least your husband and daughter can help," I said.
"Ha, my daughter will be working and my husband will be golfing and drinking," Debbie said dejectedly.
"Sounds like you need a beer," I said.
"Thanks but I need to go," Debbie replied.
"I insist, one beer and a little bit of me time," I said.
"Alright Ted, one beer," Debbie said with a smile.
We sat around chatting, Debbie venting about her husband, daughter, life in general. One beer turned into two, then three, Debbie just kept talking, months of stress being released, she started to cry. I put my arm around her giving her a hug, she softly sobbed as I hugged her, she stayed in my embrace for a couple of minutes.
From what I could gather everything was left up to Debbie to do at home, her husband retired a few years ago and now spends less time at home then he did when he was working. Most of his time was spent on the golf course or in the club house, and when he was home he was usually drunk and was of no use to her, I'm guessing in or out of bed.
Her daughter was working 2 jobs, daytime she was in a supermarket and night time at a service station. Her divorce was messy and expensive, and she was working as many hours as possible to payoff her debts and get her life moving forward again. She had twin daughters aged 8, they were at school during the days but at night time and weekends it was up to Debbie to look after them.
Debbie also ran her little shoe shop, it didn't make a fortune for her but it paid the bills and gave her a little money of her own. Most of her customers were regular so it was a social outing for her also.
All up Debbie was constantly on the go, no time to put her feet up and relax.
I let go of her, "Thank you Ted I needed that," Debbie said giving me a kiss on the cheek.
"It's good to talk about these things, doesn't help bottling it up," I said, "You can talk to me anytime you like."
"Thank you Ted, I appreciate that," Debbie said giving me another kiss on the cheek, "See you next week."
I watched Debbie walk to the car park, she was in her mid fifties, short brunette hair, a petite build. She generally wore a skirt and blouse at the shop, her ass looked sexy as she walked away from me.
The next week I saw Debbie at lunchtime as usual, we chatted like normal but she didn't mention last Friday, it was like it never happened. I didn't want to make her uncomfortable so I didn't say anything either.
I was getting ready to go on Friday when there was a knock on the back door, I opened it, Debbie was standing there holding a six pack of beer.
"I owe you a beer and want some more of that me time," Debbie said.
"Well come in and pull up a chair," I told her. The back room of my shop had a small kitchen area with a table and a couple of chairs.
We sat around talking or rather Debbie talked and I listened again, at some stage she placed her hand on my arm, when she talked about her husband her grip would tighten.
When we finished the beers Debbie leant across and gave me a kiss on the cheek, "Thank you Ted, I enjoyed our talk."
"My pleasure Debbie," I said giving her a hug, as we separated she gave me another kiss, this time on the lips.
For the next couple of weeks it was pretty much the same, we meet on Friday for a beer, Debbie talked, I listened, we ended with me giving Debbie a hug and Debbie giving me a kiss.
One afternoon I was sitting on the stone wall with a couple of beers waiting for Debbie to come out. Her door opened, Debbie stepped out her eyes red and puffy from crying.
"You all alright?" I asked.
"It's that lazy bastard, can't even look after the kids for a couple of hours," she said starting to cry again. She proceeded to tell me she just had a fight with her husband, she had an appointment booked and needed him to watch the kids for two hours, instead he made his own plans knowing full well she needed his help.
I reached out taking her hand, pulling her towards me, I spread my legs pulling her body in tightly against me, wrapping my arms around her back. Her head rested on my shoulder as she sobbed, her arms wrapped around me. We didn't speak, didn't move, we stayed in each others embrace until Debbie stopped crying.
When Debbie finished crying she lifted her head off my shoulder, she then kissed me, her lips pressing against mine. At first I was surprised by the force of her kiss, this was more than a friendly peck, I responded pressing my mouth firmly against hers. I wrapped my arm around her back, pulled her tightly against my chest, my other hand sliding down to her backside, rubbing and squeezing her ass, she squeezed me tighter, biting my lip as she kissed me.
After a few minutes she moved back breaking our embrace, her face red, breathing heavy, "I got to go," Debbie said as she rushed away.
Debbie seemed to avoid me during the next week, whenever I went outside she disappeared or didn't come out. I was a little worried that I went too far last Friday.
I had just finished my Friday beer and was tiding up before going home, I was feeling a little disappointed as there was no sign of Debbie. I heard a noise behind me, turning around I saw Debbie standing in the doorway.
Debbie walked over to me, I was about to say something but she placed a finger on my lips, she then dropped to her knees unbuckling my pants and pulled them down. She ran her tongue along the front of my briefs tracing my cock before she pulled them down to reveal my growing erection.
She took hold of my cock, lifted it up as she moved her mouth to my balls, sucking them in. While her mouth played with my balls her hand worked my cock, it moved up and down my shaft, rubbed my nob as it twisted over it.
She stared up as me, here eyes looked like they were smiling, her whole face appeared happy and relaxed. God I wanted my cock in her mouth but I was happy to let Debbie control the situation.
"I'm going to come," I moaned, she clamped her mouth tightly around my nob and jerked me faster until I blew my load. Cum shooting into her mouth, leaking out onto her chin, she kept it up until every last drop was drained. She proceeded to lick her fingers before running them over her face scooping up cum and eating it.
I watched her smiling each time she put a finger in her mouth and tasted my cum.
When she finished I picked her up sitting her on the edge of the table, I started to spread her legs when she said, "Not tonight Ted, I need to get home to the family."
She hopped off the table, gave me a kiss and left.
I tried to talk with Debbie during the week but whenever I mentioned last Friday she just left.
