July 5th, 1975. I remember the exact date, because I was seriously pissed off that I had to work that weekend. That, and more importantly, was the fact that it was the first time I had ever had sex with a woman. The use of the word woman does not imply that I had sex with men. Never have, never will. I used the word woman because that is what I meant. I reckon most eighteen year old males have sex for the first time with a girl. For me, it was with a woman. A MILF, before anyone ever used that term. Or in my case, a MIDF.
I started working at the greenmarket at the beginning of my senior year in high school. I'd go in after school and on weekends, saving as much as I could for my upcoming freshman year at college. The owner of the market, Big John, worked our asses off. It was my first job, and I learned quite a bit about working hard there. I'd get to work by five in the morning on the weekends, and we would prepare the store for opening. Vegetables needed to come out of the walk in refrigerator and be put on display. Fruit needed to be rotated. The milk and dairy cases needed to be packed out. Signage was put in place. When we were all finished, the floors needed to be cleaned. I liked standing at the back of the store just before opening, looking at the colorful displays of fruits and vegetables and the calm of the place. Within minutes of opening, the place became a zoo and stayed that way until closing.
What we did on a given day depended upon on which day of the week it was. If it was a truck day, we would unload the truck using a series of rollers, set up from the side door of a trailer into the walk in refrigerator, also known as the icebox. We didn't always empty the trucks entirely. The trailers were reefers, or refrigerated trailers. In addition to the ice box, we stored produce on them. The day before Big John would go to the terminal market, we unloaded the last of the produce.
The rest of the time, we would work the store. We'd keep an eye on what needed replenishing and pack out new produce. We'd sweep and make sure the floor stayed dry. Sometimes, we'd help bag and carry packages out to people's cars. Once in a while we would deliver purchases to someone's house. The thing we all hated the most, though, was the thing Big John most loved. He insisted in having us call out prices as if we were carnival barkers. Some refused to do it. Although I was shy at eighteen, I played along with my deep, booming voice, which delighted Big John.
"Hey Bobby, how 'bout them California navels, Bobby!"
"That's right, Big John. Five for a dollar. And don't forget those grapefruit. Three for a dollar on the grapefruit, folks."
The fact that I played along got me a lot of hours and preferential treatment. Big John liked me and trusted me, and that was a good thing. He could be a real ball buster when he wanted to be.
We had a very loyal customer base, and if you were paying attention, you'd even get to know what days certain people came in. One of my favorites was a woman in her early thirties, who, I found out later, was named Beth. Beth came in every Tuesday and Friday afternoon. She was a beautiful brunette with an incredible figure. She didn't dress to flaunt it, but she didn't dress to hide it either. This wasn't a girl. She was a woman, and she was fodder for quite a few masturbatory fantasies of mine. Sometimes, I'd work myself into such a frenzy that I'd hit the bathroom right there at work after she left the store. Fortunately, there wasn't a lot to do during the time of day that Beth typically came into the store. I thought I was very slick as I moved about in order to keep my eye on Beth. Looking back, she was very kind to smile and nod when I caught her eye, because she must have realized I was stalking her about the store. She never let on in the least.
July 5th, Saturday. I was working a full day, which meant thirteen hours from five in the morning until six pm. Beth came in somewhere around ten in the morning. It wasn't her usual day, and I was happy to see her. I engaged in my usual routine, spying on Beth the entire time she was there. On this day, she looked fucking incredible. She was wearing a flowered halter top, and her perfect C cup tits were exquisitely displayed. She had on white shorts and high heeled sandals. She had a deep tan and was all made up, and when she smiled at me I almost shot a load into my jeans right there.
When Beth was finished shopping, she went over to Big John and started talking to him. Of course, I managed to maneuver myself within earshot of their conversation.
"I have a bunch of errands to run this morning and I can't stop at home now. Could you have someone deliver my groceries later on today?
"Sure, no problem. I'll have one of the boys come over later. What time?"
"How about one o'clock? I'm at 31 Elderberry, in the neighborhood right across the street from here. Could you have...send a nice kid over, like...that one," she said, pointing at me. "My husband is traveling right now. I don't want some nut showing up."
"No problem," said Big John. "Bobby," he screamed out. "Come over here."
I walked over, my heart pounding in my chest. Suddenly, I was a bit too embarrassed to even look at Beth.
"Put her cart into the ice box. I want you to take her stuff over to her house later on at one, okay?"
"I live at 31 Elderberry. Leave the parking lot, cross over Main Street, make your first left and then first right. It's a white house with red shutters, on the right."
"Okay, "I said, looking at her and blushing a bit.
"Thank you," she called out over her shoulder as she walked out of the store, her beautiful ass wiggling up a storm.
"Put it back in your pants, Bobby, Big John chuckled. "But what an ass, huh," he said to me.
I literally spent the rest of the morning on autopilot, conjuring up any number of fantasies in my mind. Time seemed to come to a halt, the way it does when you are young and anxious to get somewhere. Finally, the clock ticked over to one, and I went into the icebox and retrieved the cart. I wheeled it out back behind the store, which is where we all parked. I loaded everything into my trunk, and returned the cart into the store.
As I was walking towards the door again, Big John stopped me.
"Bobby, take your lunch after you drop those bags off."
"Ok John. I'll be back in a bit."
My heart was pounding as I pulled into Beth's driveway. I knew I was being ridiculous, but I had pretty much worked myself into a frenzy at this point. I opened the trunk, grabbed a bag in each hand and walked to the door. I hit the doorbell with my elbow, and in a few seconds Beth appeared at the door, smiling. She opened the door for me and I stepped inside, and she walked around me and led the way into the kitchen. She really did have the cutest fucking wiggle I ever saw. I put the bags on the table, and then made two more trips with the rest of her stuff.
"Thanks so much," she said as she put the groceries away. "Did you have lunch yet?"
"Ummm, no. I was going to stop at the deli and get a sandwich on the way back."
"You'll have a sandwich with me, then. I have leftover chicken cutlets that will go to waste if someone doesn't eat them. Have a seat and I'll pull it together."
"Ah, okay," I said, as I watched her bend over and put vegetables in the bottom bin of the refrigerator. It was all beginning to seem a bit surreal to me. She turned around and caught me staring, and she gave me a little smile. After she put away the last of the groceries, she came over and stuck out her hand.
"I'm Beth, by the way."
I stood up and took her hand. "Bobby," I said with a sheepish grin.
She returned my smile, and held both my glance and my hand for a second or two longer than she needed to. She pulled some cooked cutlets from the fridge along with some bread, cheese, and Thousand Island dressing. She quickly made the sandwiches and put them on plates, placing them on the table. She poured each of us a tall glass of iced tea, and then sat down across from me.
"So, Bobby. What do you do when you're not working at the market," she asked.
"I just finished high school. I'm going to SUNY Cortland for engineering starting in the fall. I'm trying to earn as much money as I can over the summer before I go."
"Engineering? You're a smart kid?"
"I do alright, I guess."
"What does your girlfriend think about you going away?"
