Hi!
This is my first time writing something for this website. After reading for so many years on it, I thought I would share my personal experience as, when I was younger, I was kind of a wild cat! I'd love to have any comments on how to improve, what to write next, etc... If you liked the story, feel free to comment!
But let's begin where we should begin.
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I've lived for most of my life in Southern France (thus English is not my first language). It is a region always known for being very hot during summer and the summer when this story happened went exactly like any other.
100°F on the thermometer can make you do a lot of things. For me? I had the chance to work in an air-conditioned shop. I had a little job in a supermarket as a cashier and, having done this job for several years to pay for my studies, I was an employee worthy enough to be asked to do overtime. And with such temperature, of course I accepted!
So here I was, a 23 years old male working until 10PM in a supermarket almost empty by the time of the closing. I was very bored but also, and this is important for the rest of the story... kinda horny. I've never been the typical stud but I wasn't awful to look at (to quote one of my sex-friend). I was a young man, with pale skin, brown bushy hair and, without being a jock, I wasn't fat by any means. I was actually kinda plain but I've heard several times in my life that my eyes were killers. I've got deep blue eyes and apparently, they have their effect on women... Yet again, I wasn't a Don Giovanni. If I remember correctly, since I wasn't interested in having a long-term relationship at that time, I was okay with seeing friends from time to time... and yes, those were sex-friends but I didn't (still don't) like that term very much. To quote some old French authors from two centuries before, I had "favorites". I could see those girls many times and not have any sexual intercourse with them and still have a blast! They were fun to talk to and, when we were bored of one another, we would still remain friends. I'm still friends with two of them nowadays, even though we don't do anything together!
So why talk about it? Because unfortunately, during that period, my two favorites were not in town. One had a wedding to attend in the North of France while the other spent some time with family in her hometown... 5 hours from where I lived. So yeah, I wasn't getting anything any time soon and it started to show a little bit on me. I wasn't very angry or horny-crazy but my mind was starting to get more perverted as the days went on... and relieving myself alone didn't help. At all!
So here I was, around almost 10 PM on a weekday, waiting for the exact hour of closing to get everything done, go back home and have some alone quality time!
We were only four in the supermarket by this time: Me, Marjolene, my superior, Max, the guy working in the delivery section of the shop and Tiffaine, the other cashier I was working with.
Marjolene was a beautiful woman. She was my age but she got the job way before I came in. As I was just working next to my studies, she was having a full-time job here and rose pretty quickly through the ranks. She was from Libyan descent and had amazing blond hair which accentuated her brown eyes and lips. She had tanned skin and was quite fit (she told me she went to the gym several times a week). She had long legs and perky tits... but her ass.
Good lord, her butt! She always wore tight jeans or pants that would always stick so close to her tight yet plushious butt. Everyone in the supermarket turned their head each time she was passing by... me included (but I tried to hide it since I didn't want her to find out). I think she was quite aware of the effect she had on men but didn't mind as long as it was just watching. She had a killer body and had quite a nice face as well.
We had a good chemistry but at that point nothing happened.
She came to see me during that evening.
"Hey, I can't seem to find Tiffaine. I sent her to refill some alleys thirty minutes ago. Could you go and get her so we can close the shop?"
Nodding, I just went on the search for my colleague. I started to look for her from alley to alley with no avail.
That's when I decided to drop by the delivery section of the shop to see if Max had any clues.
Max was a fun guy but I didn't know him that much. He was a tall dude and he was good-looking but that was about it. Didn't have the chance to talk much with him.
Tiffaine, on the other hand, I knew quite well. Her boyfriend Jack was a friend of mine... well a friend might be a strong word. He was an acquaintance of mine. We went to several parties together and we had a fun time but I didn't really care about the dude. I had a stronger bond with Tiffaine but that was mainly because of being cashiers together, we went through horrible customers while laughing and joking... essential traits in this job.
Tiffaine was what you'd call a petite woman... she was almost goblin size! She was 4'7 and was typically a nerd. She had red-colored hair (flashy red that is definitely not her natural color) and, while being small, she had nice curves. She had large thighs, an ample butt and she had rather large breasts for her size. She had quite nice C-cup breasts but on her frame, they appeared really big. She didn't dress to show any of her curves (in opposition to Marjolene) but there was some hints that didn't lie:
She was always wearing a swimsuit under her work shirt (again, Southern France weather) and in some positions, you could easily see the forms of her ample boobs or butt.
But how would I know about the rest of her curves? Well let's say that when I found Max... I found out why Tiffaine was late.
She was basically sitting on his lap and dry humping him. She was moving her butt up and down his pelvis, eyes closed in the moment. He wasn't resting either: His hands were mauling her boobs with quite the strength. His mouth was locked on her neck, biting her hard and making her moan even more. She wore a rather large shirt but it couldn't hide her curves from Max's hands. Her pants were tight on her curvaceous hips, making her even more attractive in this scene.
I was looking at them from a distance, not sure of what to do next. I was also getting quite excited by the scene. I decided to gamble it all : I took my phone and, as stealthy as possible, I took two pictures of them in this rather dangerous position.
"Tiffaine! Max! I need you at the cashier! Time to close!"
It was Marjolene whose voice rang through the speakers. I quickly saw the two lovebirds detached one from another, maybe getting back to earth after such an intense experience. Tiffaine was looking frustrated and left without saying anything else. I took the chance to appear from another alley, as if I was looking for her and not observing her get second base for a minute.
"There you are!" I said loudly so Max would also hear.
"Were you looking for me?" she asked, trying to hide her anxiety.
"Yeah but just for the last couple of minutes." I didn't lie... but I didn't tell the truth as well.
We went back to the entrance of the shop and helped my superior close the shop. Even though Marjolene was as hot as ever, I was starting to notice Tiffaine a little more on that evening.
We went back to the lockers (work's uniform unfortunately) and saw Max quickly go away. Tiffaine said something between her teeth but I couldn't tell what it was. As Marjolene went away as well, it was just the two of us getting out of the supermarket by the backdoor.
"Well what are you up to this evening?" She asked me.
"Not that much. Nothing prepared so probably just a night wasted on the Internet." I answered and made her laugh. "What about you?"
"Well, you know, spend some time with Jack and watch a movie!"
The sentence that got out of my mouth next was not prepared by any means. I don't know, to this day, what got into me. Was it boldness? blatant stupidity? I wouldn't know. The only thing I'm sure of is that I was horny. Horny as hell. So horny that I bluntly answered:
"Does he know about you and Max?"
Tiffaine actually stopped walking and just looked at me with her round big eyes. I could see the anxiety on her face.
"What are you t-talking about?" She tried to act innocent but I wasn't that dumb.
