It was an ungodly hour, or at least it felt that way. Five AM. It'd been a damn long time since I'd been out of bed at this hour except for fishing or hunting. But here I was, standing in Walmart checking on complaints that one of my people wasn't fully stocking the soda rack at this particular store. I'd left the house at four, driven an hour to get here, just to look at the rack and see that yes, Jenna had only partially stocked the rack. I was disgusted. I treated my people well, gave them good benefits and pay. All I asked was that they give me an honest day's work in return.
The store hired my company as a contractor to supply and stock all the Pepsi products, but clearly Jenna was for some reason not doing the complete job. I was going to have to talk to her and find out just what was going on. I looked back down at my clipboard, marked off the last of the items still required to be stocked and turned to head out. That's when I saw them. Two thirty something year old women, one with a shoulder bag, her hand stuck in the bag and the other, dressed somewhat skimpily for the cool night, looking around nervously.
I have to admit that they had my attention. I began to wonder just what they were up to. Vandalism? Shop lifting? I watched their direction and slipped along down a parallel aisle, following them back toward the automotive and sporting goods department. They turned and headed up the paper products aisle while I held back, standing behind a rack of chips in the main aisle, watching them walk up past the paper towels and napkins.
The woman in the lead, about thirty three or four in my estimation, slowed and seemed to loiter, stepping from side to side on the aisle, looking at one item and then another, putting them all back after a brief examination. She wore tall high heels, a short black mini-skirt and a satin or silk tank top. I could see the two bumps from her nipples in the front of the shirt, which pushed out significantly from her chest by her obviously large breasts. The way her nipples moved and bounced slightly with even the smallest of her motions told me that her breasts, probably a good D cup or larger, were unrestrained under the top. I felt like I could even see the slightly darker ring of her areola through the thin material of the cream colored top.
The woman following her, slowed with her, holding her bag at her side, one hand down into the bag holding something. She wore a dark blue wrap around dress that came down to the middle of her thighs, blue high heels matching her dress as she looked around to see if they were being observed. I held still, able to easily see them up the aisle between the bags of chips on the rack, while remaining well concealed from their view.
The woman in front, stopped in the middle of the aisle, turned to face the second woman, and myself, her feet planted about a foot apart. She slid her hands from her thighs, up her body, sliding them over the black skirt to the hem of her blouse, and then continued to slide her hands upward, dragging the hem of the blouse with her wrists as her hands slid up her bare skin under the top. Higher and higher she slipped her hands, the material following behind, exposing more and more creamy white stomach as she lifted her hands. The shirt covered her hands as her palms slipped up over her breasts, covering the front and her nipples before continuing higher, the shirt following along. The creamy white of her breasts appeared under the bottom edge of her shirt, her hands still lifting higher, forcing the shirt up with them.
Within seconds she had her shirt up high enough to fully expose her breasts to the two of us, the material staying hooked above her breasts as she moved her hands down again, sliding her fingers sexily over each hard protruding nipple. Her fingers stroked up and down across them, bending them slightly as each finger bounced over the hard pink nubs. Her hands continued down, sliding down over her stomach, her tits still completely on display, until they had traveled all the way down to her thighs again.
I could feel my cock hardening in my pants as I stared at her big tits, each double D or larger breast wiggling slightly as she started to stroke up again, this time dragging her skirt up with her fingers.
"Oh yeah," I heard the woman in the blue dress say softly as the first woman pulled her skirt up, revealing a pair of tiny lacy purple panties. With a grin at her friend, she pushed her fingers down, leaving the black skirt around her waist and sliding them down into the tiny panties. Her hands pushed lower, forcing the panties down, the front first and then the rest of the panty, over her hips and ass, until she had extended her arms, revealing a completely shaved bare mound and pussy. Her full round lips pouted sexily with about a finger width worth of dark soft inner lip protruding into the gap between her slightly spread thighs.
"Show me," Was all the woman in blue said, prompting the first woman to slowly turn, her ass now pointed at us. She slowly bent over, pushing the panties down her still straight legs, letting them fall the last few inches from her fingers to around her ankles, her bare pussy now pushing out at us between her legs. One at a time she lifted her feet, stepping clear of the panties, leaving them lay on the tile floor as she set each foot down a bit farther apart than they started.
I could hear her moan slightly as she reached between her legs and stroked her own pussy several times, her middle finger slipping between her own pussy lips and spreading the obviously wet lips.
"Perfect." The woman in blue said after a few seconds of watching her stroke her pussy. "God that's so fucking hot. I wish I could just dive down into there."
"You could." The first woman said over her shoulder.
"Not yet, let's keep going."
