My name is Todd and my girlfriend's name is Margie. She is completely devoted to me even with all my voyeuristic perversions. She loves me and she lives to make me happy by satisfying my every outrageous request.
It all started innocently enough about five years ago. I met Margie when she was only 18 years old and a senior in high school. I was 23 and the manager of a small convenience store. Margie lived in the neighborhood directly behind my store. She and her friend Michelle would come in the store to buy gum, soda or cigarettes.
Margie is a knockout. She is 5 feet 3 inches tall, and very slender. She has thin blond shoulder length hair, fair skin, a pretty face, blue eyes and an ass so tight it could almost fit in the palm of your hand.
What makes her really stand out though is that on this petit body Margie also has an amazing 34C chest.
Her friend Michelle is good looking as well. She also has nice tits, 32B, and brunette hair color and is taller then Margie maybe 5 feet 5 inches.
Anyway, both Margie and Michelle would come by the store everyday, before and after school. They both liked flirting with me. Constantly talking in front of me about boys, sex and which one of them had the bigger boobs or the nicer ass.
I knew they were both virgins, they asked a lot of questions and were obsessed with sex. They just haven't had it yet. I guess they both were waiting for the right guy.
I will say they both knew the affect they had on men. Occasionally they would bend over the counter so I could look down their shirt or even better a view up their skirt. They both acted like the shows were unintentional, but I knew better. In time, I let them take advantage of free gum and soft drinks. Seemed like a fair trade.
I enjoyed their company and so did my customers. Margie and Michelle would dress in tight jeans and tank tops. Once Margie bent over the counter and gave some of the guys an eye full of her cleavage. The customers would watch the girls and make comments to each other. You couldn't hear what they were saying, but it didn't matter, I knew they all wanted to fuck the girls.
Michelle did not like the looks and comments and eventually she stopped coming by the store.
Margie on the other hand started to visit more frequently and stayed longer. She liked the attention she was getting from the customers. They would tell her she looked just like Jessica Simpson and she would flash them her pearly white smile.
Then something interesting happened, Margie began putting herself on display more and more yet, in a way that the customer would think her actions were accidental.
Nothing to obvious at first, just brief peeks like an extra button or two undone down her shirt or uncrossing her legs and providing a view up her skirt before standing up.
Other times she would exam her flat stomach by lifting her tank top up to her bra, revealing the bottom of her bra cups, and act as if no one was watching.
I knew her actions were not accidental because I watched the same performance over and over again. Each customer felt lucky that he was in the right place at the right time to catch a peek. But trust me, it may have look nonchalant but each move was intended to cause a reaction.
I liked the attention she was getting as well; it was like seeing her for the first time, again and again, through the eyes of my customers as I watched them checking out her gorgeous body.
One day while she was pouring herself a Slurpee I reached out and touch her tits over her shirt. I was not sure how she would react. She did not stop me; she looked around to see if anyone had noticed. She locked eyes with one guy who stood silently and watched her as she was being fondled. She seemed turned by this but I couldn't tell for sure.
Then she abruptly turned and announced she had to go. After three days she still had not returned to the store. I though that maybe she was too young for such play.
To my pleasant surprise she returned on Friday night wearing jeans and a long sleeve sweatshirt. She came up to the counter and asked for some lip-gloss. She had money to pay but I said it was on me. We were the only two people in the store. She looked around and then turned back to me and said, " I have something to show you."
She walked back to the storage room, I followed her and as I entered the back room she turned around and faced me. What happened next was totally unexpected. She grabbed the bottom of her shirt and lifted it up over her head and completely off.
To my astonishment, she was not wearing a bra.
My heart jumped a beat. I was looking at a pair of 34C firm tits with soft pink nipples. Her stomach disappeared from underneath her chest and actually concaved just below her rib cage, which made these gorgeous melons protrude with beauty and grandeur.
I stepped towards her and raised my hand to touch her bare breast for the first time. I felt her right tit while I gently licked her left nipple. She lowered her head and stared at the floor. She seemed to be embarrassed.
Just then the chime sounded alerting that someone had entered the store. Margie was startled and raised her arms to cover herself but then froze, looked up at me and gave me an evil smile as she lowered her arms back down.
She looked me in the eyes and nodded her head for me to go and take care of the customer.
I rushed to the front of the store. As I approached behind the counter I noticed the customer was a black man in his early 40's. I stood up at the cash register, from my elevated view I could see Margie standing back in the storage room, her tits still exposed. The customer was busy pouring himself a cup of coffee.
I kept thinking if he walked down any one of the isles he would surely see Margie. But he stayed up front, paid for his coffee and cigarettes, then got back in his car and drove off.
I yelled for Margie to come up front, at that point she put her shirt back on and walked to the front of the store. We laughed together and I told her that was fun, the idea that he might have seen her. She smiled and said she had something even more fun in mind.
I then received my next surprise. Margie told me that her dad was out of town on unexpected business. She was to spend the weekend at her mother's house but she told her mother instead she would be spending the night at her friend Michelle's house.
I knew she lived with her dad because her parents divorced. I didn't know for sure why she didn't live with her mother. Her dad was some kind of Aerospace Engineer and lately he was spending more time away at work.
She then asked me if I wanted to come over to her house tonight? At that point I realized her master plan and I replied with an enthusiastic yes!
I already knew where she lived. I could come by around midnight, after my shift ended. She told me to park across the street and not in front of her house. Clearly she had given this a lot of thought.
I arrived just after mid-night and parked down the street as instructed. She greeted me at the front door and let me in. As I followed her from the front door through the kitchen and finally into the family room, I noticed she was wearing a sexy jeans skirt with a white tank top. I love her skirts and this one was very short and hugged her sweet ass. I thought about how my customers would also like to see Margie wearing this short skirt.