She came one Saturday morning and spoke to my wife (Pam). She was in the middle of her A-levels and needed some spending money to help run her car. Our shop is your typical corner store, cigarettes, papers and hundreds of loose sweets and chocolate bars to lift the spirits of any local house wife. My wife opens up and runs the shop in the mornings, whilst I do the afternoon and evening shift, before locking up at 8pm.
I hadn't spoken or seen her, but my wife liked her fresh face and enthusiasm, and so took her on for the all day Saturday shift. She was called Helen. At 18 she had all the innocence of Bambi, long straight brown hair and a neat waist. The thing that did strike you immediately was how her breasts seemed to have out grown her, and left you wondering if perhaps one day the rest of her body might catch up. Me well I'm just your average Joe, 38, married for 15 years to a pleasant woman whose only vices were her 9 inch rabbit and a penchant for being taken from behind outdoors.
We immediately liked Helen she was efficient and punctual. Helen had that sweet clean smell about her that a blind man would detect from across the street. She certainly brightened my days up. I would however, spend far too much time thinking about her, of what it would be like to undress her, to unclip that heavy bra and see those breasts bounce as their support was removed, and how big would her nipples go when teased by my tongue. I don't think she ever noticed me but I couldn't help following her with my eyes every time she passed by.
She had started just after Easter and the weather was good enough to bring out the summer wear. Helen wasn't a prude at showing her figure, I'm sure her short skirts alone paid her wages in the extra customers we gained. After all I doubt that I was the only one noticing. In the shop Helen would have to stand on tippy toes to reach those higher shelves, lifting her skirt just above the crotch of her small panties. When she bent down onto all fours to put stock away under the counter, it was all I could do to resist the urge to kneel down behind her, pull those panties to one side and slip her the full length. As far as I could detect I couldn't see any evidence of any pubic hair despite spending hours of trying to see. Still it was entertaining to speculate as to whether she shaved her pussy or not.
It was a few weeks before I really noticed. She would disappear for 15 minutes at a time to the loo. Now if she had been 68 and not 18 I wouldn't have paid attention, but she had me drooling over her and I mentally stalked her all the time. 15 mins, at least twice a shift, and that was just in the afternoons. Did she have a problem that she couldn't talk about. I didn't mention anything to my wife but quietly took note. One afternoon when the shop had been slow I decided to go into the back store to restock the drinks. It had been hot and we'd been getting through quite a few. The bell would ring if anyone entered so I figured that I was safe for a while. Helen had disappeared for her regular appointment some 5 minutes earlier. She never asked, just slipped away when there was a lull.
As I went past the toilet I could hear a guttural low moan. I kept walking but on my way back I had the idea something was going on so I took my shoes off on my return and got up close to the door. Something was going on all right. I'd seen my wife jilling off in front of me enough to recognise the sound of wet pussy lips being whacked off urgently. She was getting close she was going hard then stopping then going hard again in spasms. My cock took off instantly. There was no disguising him. God I suddenly needed to empty my balls, it had been 4 days since I last fucked Pam. That had been a hurried affair after the kids both went out to play and we had 30 minutes to fuck each others brains out on the bed. Now I just had to shoot off, preferably over Helen, but anywhere would do. I crept back to the storeroom, got my cock out and stood there beating off like a 15 yrs old into an old dust rag. It didn't take 60 seconds to unload as Helen had primed me pretty well. I mopped up best I could and went back just in time to catch Helen exiting the washroom. She guiltily glanced at me, her face flushed with her efforts, before dashing into the shop and tidying some shelves.
Now I'm an old hand at this game and made an excuse to get close to her. Yes I could smell her. I could smell her hot wet love hole. It must have leaked into her panties like a old tap with all her slapping and probing. Ummm that sweet smell. I was thinking that she would probably taste even better. Now the other thing that was common with Helen was that she never took off her little bear back pack.. All day it would be on her back like a teenage fashion accessory. A little bear whose arms hugged her and which followed her even into that washroom. After the days episode I waited and waited for the next. I didn't have to wait long , 2 hours later she was there again, and so was I. I couldn't go straight away as someone needed serving but after they left I snook down to the door. She was definitely one horny young girl. She must be doing this 3 or 4 times a day!
I put my ear to the door and could hear her muttering what sounded like her telling an invisible partner 'to fuck her hard', 'fuck her deeper', 'fuck her asshole'. My cock was ready to go again but didn't want to miss anything. I had to risk it. I undid my flies and got him out. I gripped my 7 inches of throbbing cock and went for it. I stood leaning against the door while she orchestrated my orgasm with her dirty horny talk. I shot off quickly, thick white spunk going over the floor and up the wall. Hopefully she wouldn't notice unless her sense of smell is honed to semen. She was still in there getting closer and closer, her wetness making more and more sloppy noise. I stayed, figuring that she wouldn't come straight out after cumming, but would have to clean up some. She was there now, her orgasm erupting in her pussy, she gave a little squeak as she tried to hold her cry of ecstasy in. She panted hard and cursed. Then all went quiet until she got up. I ran off quickly and got back to my normal duties.
THE PLAN. I needed more. Wanking off on the other side of the door wasn't enough. I wanted Helen to join in. I devised a plan. The lock on the door was a simple slide bolt. I could stuff some paper in it so that it wouldn't insert fully when pushed and a gentle push from outside would force the door open. I tried it and it worked. Next I wanted evidence, my cell phone cam would do. I could have it filming out of a hole in my shirt top pocket as I entered the washroom leaving my hands free. Finally the timing. I would put a sign in the window saying gone to the bank for 10 mins, this was quite common and wouldn't alarm anyone finding the shop locked, then I could spring my trap.
The tension nearly made me burst. It was about 2pm when she disappeared to the washroom. She had been wearing a thin yellow top and a gym slip skirt. I'd already been treated to a yellow G-string, which confirmed once and for all that she was fully shaved as I'd looked up as she was filling some top shelves stood on the step ladders. The string had fallen between her pussy lips and left nothing to be imagined. She went in and I ran to the door putting the sign up and locking it. I went back to the restroom door taking my position. She built up slowly, what was she doing? Then it struck me that she was reading. I could hear her turning over pages occasionally. Then her muttering started and her pace picked up.
