Night descended on the town, and crept up on Lily unawares.
She awoke with a start, unable to get her bearings. With blurred vision, she looked down her body to see the silk chemise clinging to it, her hair strewn about the place.
It took her a moment to realise she had fallen asleep after her intense orgasm, and a further moment to realise it was dark.
Her head snapped to the wall clock, and she swore when she saw the time. Darting from the couch, she undressed as she ran to the bedroom, flinging her chemise wildly in the air as she went. Hurriedly, she tugged on her polo shirt, realising too late she wasn't wearing a bra.
No time for that now.
Nor panties.
The thigh-length pleated skirt slipped easily up her legs and over her pert buttocks, while she checked her reflection in the mirror. Her hair was tussled, but in an appealing manner, and her face had enough colour from her afternoon fun to render make-up redundant.
The cool night air rushed between her legs as she jogged out in to the street, reminding her how hot her pussy had been earlier. Her tits swayed under her, the nipples chaffing against the cotton as they bounced with each hurried jog.
The bright light from the 24 hour supermarket loomed on the horizon like a sarcastic beacon.
Breathlessly, she slumped in to her seat behind the check-out just in time to see her boss emerge from her tiny office. The prim middle-aged woman didn't need to see Lily late for work again. Luckily, she didn't.
A sigh of relief.
As she tapped her code in to the register, she noticed Buckley sitting across from her. He had an unusual smirk on his equally unusual face, and when she questioned it with a raised eyebrow, it morphed in to a smile.
He was an odd boy this one. Very shy, barely spoke, and as pale as the moon. Lily couldn't remember a time when she saw him in daylight. And she often caught him staring at her, which didn't make her uncomfortable as such, but could be tiresome. She knew she was in for that tonight, realising as she did that her nipples would be poking violently through her cotton top without the barrier or support of a bra.
She wondered if that would make him hard.
The thought surprised her. Up until this afternoon, she wasn't aware how much she enjoyed being watched. She shifted in her seat, sitting up straight and pushing her chest forward, idly looking off down an aisle. When she turned back, sure enough, his eyes were bulging and aimed directly at her nipples. She felt them stiffen slightly, and wondered if he was suffering the same problem.
She didn't like men, but she found she liked this attention.
The doors clattered open, and the delivery man nearly fell over his cart. Lily didn't know his name, even though he'd been in every night since she began working here. It seemed impolite to ask for it after such a time.
He did what he always did; stood gormlessly to one side of the entrance and waited, saying nothing, doing nothing. Lily was bored, so decided to have some more fun. She swivelled her chair around and pushed her tits out once more, this time looking idly down a different aisle.
When she looked back, she saw him yawning, his gaze elsewhere.
Her shoulders slumped.
Then she had another idea.
Lily stood up and feigned the need to retrieve something from under her check out. Bending slowly and purposefully down, she let her pleated skirt ride up and expose her naked buttocks. Stooping low, she stepped her feet apart, and looked back through them.
He was staring out of the window picking his teeth.
Fine. Maybe Buckley would appreciate the show.
She stood back up and made a face of disappointment and confusion. What she was after was obviously not there. Next, she turned around and bent right over the adjacent but otherwise empty check out. Her feet came off the ground and she wiggled them coquettishly as she delved into the recesses of the unit. She knew her naked ass was on display, and it made her clit tingle. But she couldn't engineer a way to spread her legs for him.
"Delilah Skipwith," the roar almost echoed around the store, and Lily sprung bolt upright in surprise.
She slowly turned to see her boss stood in her office doorway, a look of fire burning from her eyes. She strode forward and sniffed haughtily.
"Sorry Ms Carver," Lily pouted as she sat down, "I need some bags."
"I'm sure you have plenty," and with that she snapped the cap back on to the stupidly big marker pen she was holding, as if to say that was the end of the matter.
Before Lily could counter, Ms Carver noticed the delivery man and her mood worsened. With a hissed whisper she asked, "Why didn't you tell me HE was here?"
Lily shrugged. Her mind had been elsewhere.
She watched Ms Carver turn on the most fallacious of smiles for the briefest of seconds, then beckon to the man with her head that they should head out to the store room. He never noticed her demeanour around him, and simply did as he was bid.
Ms Carver's heels clattered on the hard floor as she disappeared down an aisle, followed by a squeaking cart.
Lily rolled her eyes at Buckley, who smirked in response.
Ms Carver was the most prim and proper woman Lily had ever met. She tied her hair back so tight it must give her headaches. Every night she wore a shimmering silk white blouse and a tight black skirt to the knee. Her heeled shoes were black, and she wore no other adornments. But Lily always noticed her body. For her age, it was wonderful. Slim, pert and alluring. Her small but perfect tits always poked proudly under the dancing silk, and the skirt hugged her shapely ass so tight Lily was convinced she wore no panties. She definitely never wore a bra, which made Lily wonder how firm those little boobs must be.
Lily was getting turned on again.
This was no good.
The store was deserted, and would be all night, but she needed to take her mind off sex. Ms Carver would be out back for a while, as always, fussing over the poor man's deliveries, sending most of it back in disgust. Lily was too full of adrenaline, and needed an outlet.
She bounced to her feet and felt Buckley watching her as she skipped across the store towards Ms Carver's office. She often did this, just for the hell of it. It was strictly out of bounds, which is what made it fun. There was nothing in there, except the thrill of rebellion.
Lily sat down on Ms Carver's impossibly firm swivel chair and stared at her desk. As always, there was nothing on it, the in-tray was empty, the out-tray stacked in an anally neat pile. The paraphernalia was all perpendicular and precise. Lily did was she always did. She shifted the stapler to a crooked angle.
Today, she also grabbed one of the giant marker pens from the holder and unclipped the cap slightly. But before she could return it, something twinkled in the metal support of the in-tray. That was new. There was a light source behind her.
Pen still in hand, she slowly swung the chair around, and her jaw-dropped at what she saw there.
It wasn't the giant LCD display that shocked her. Nor was it the fact it was showing some kind of CCTV feed, split four ways. It wasn't the indignation of a closed circuit system pointing at the check outs that shocked her either. It was the fourth camera, and what it was pointed at that had made Lily gawp.
The light danced on her face as she leaned in closer to make sure she wasn't imagining it.
She wasn't.
Ms Carver was sitting on a stack of boxes, her legs wrapped around the delivery man, their mouths locked in one of the most passionate embraces Lily had ever seen.
She touched her own lips as she watched them kissing, unable to imagine what it must feel like to have another person's mouth pressed against hers.
The man's hands were on Ms Carver's hips, squeezing them passionately, but suddenly, he slipped them up her body and found her pert little tits through the blouse. She watched Ms Carver break from the kiss and saw her mouth open with a moan, as those hands massaged them rhythmically, and his mouth went to her neck to nuzzle.
Lily longed to know how that felt.
She was fixated on Ms Carver's face; contorting and flushed, her mouth gasping for air silently. Lily wondered if she could get some sound. Unsure what to do, she idly pressed the screen.
The quadrant expanded and filled the frame. Ms Carver's face was four times as big now, and Lily was mesmerised by it. She watched her grab the man's hair and pull his mouth back to hers, imagining her tongue pushing wantonly in to dance with his.
Lily licked her lips, as she always did when her arousal was growing.
She touched the screen again, hoping it would reveal some controls, and it did. Nothing she could see would move the camera, but she was pleased to find a volume slider, which she dragged sideways with her finger.
The sound rose, and she could hear their lips smacking.
