Rebecca was a little thicker then all of the other girls that I worked with that I liked but she was a cutie none the less.
She was twenty four years old. She was about five feet nine inches tall and she weighed about one hundred forty pounds.
She had a chubby yet cute face with a little nose and she had a cute smile and she had brown straight shoulder length hair.
Rebecca's tits were huge, about the size of large cantaloupes and she always showed them off by opting to wear a tight navy blue polo shirt rather than the usual navy blue smock many of the other girls would wear.
More often than not Rebecca would wear a pair of really tight black denim pants. They were just a bit too tight for her build but she actually made them work.
Sometimes I'd catch Rebecca bending over when she'd be helping a customer and when she did that I had no other choice but to look, and look as long as I could.
She wouldn't just bend over either she would kind of shove her ass way out as if she was waiting for someone to just come by and mount her.
On many occasions Rebecca and I engaged in sexual conversations. She'd never really talk about herself when we'd have them, but a couple of times she did.
One time, Rebecca dyed her hair and one of her male friends made a comment about her newly dyed hair. She told me how the guy made a comment saying;
"You dyed the hair on your head, did you dye it anywhere else?"
Rebecca told me what her reply to her friend was.
"I would need to have something there in order to dye it."
She told him.
Basically Rebecca admitted to me that she has a bald pussy and I didn't even need to ask.
Another night, Rebecca was telling me a story about how she was giving someone a hand job. When she finished telling me the story I began jokingly whooping and howling.
Next thing I knew Rebecca said something like;
"Don't worry, it wouldn't be you I'd give the hand job to."
When she said that I was really hurt and nearly wanted to cry. I was always nice to Rebecca and to all my co-workers in general so for her to say something like that was uncalled for. She did end up apologizing, but that wasn't until a couple of days after.
It was after that when the first and only fantasy about Rebecca came about.
In the fantasy, I go into the store on my day off and I walk over and talk to Rebecca for a few minutes. She tells me that she's just getting ready to go on break and wanted me to hang out with her.
While I wait for Rebecca I walk around the store saying 'hello' to some of the other people that I work with. About ten minutes later I hear Rebecca's voice come over the intercom calling me to the front of the store.
I walk to the front of the store and meet Rebecca and I walk with her out to her car. We get into the back seat of the station wagon she drove every day and the two of us light up a cigarette.
She apologizes again for telling me she wouldn't be giving me a hand job and tells me that she wants to make up for it.
I laugh and tell her that I'm over the whole thing and that she didn't have to do anything.
Next thing I know, Rebecca reaches for my zipper and undoes it. She reaches inside and pulls out my cock and starts stroking.
