Will stood in the small bookshop staring longingly at the outside world passing him by. Not for the first time, he found himself asking why he had dropped out of college and settled for working in a dead end bookshop, where they hardly had 2 customers a day. Only one thing made this job tolerable, and that was his sexy Irish boss, Catherine. However, she was 6 years his senior and constantly looked down at Will, making snide remarks about the age gap. Still, despite this treatment, he knew he would do anything for her, kiss her ass if she asked.
Will turned as Harti walked in. Harti was an Indian girl, only 2 years older than him, but very modest and conservative in attitude. As a male, Will had checked her out. She had a largish figure, her stomach stretching against the tight top she wore, but equally balanced out by a fine pair of tits. And a life long fetish he had was for girls with a tanned or coloured body. He spent many hours surfing the net for lesbian porn featuring 2 hot black girls or Indian chicks and was often satisfied with what he found. But Harti was different, unlike those porn star quality models, she was just a typical Indian girl, but one he had contact with every day.
"Hi Will, any sales?" she asked walking in, setting a cup of coffee on the desk, squeezing by him, her round full ass brushing against his front, his small cock stirring, a sure sign of his approaching erection. Whenever one of the girls did this, he always had to go find somewhere discreet to wank off. Usually, he found a quiet corner of the bookshop and jerked into his pants, but today, Cath was checking the stock so he would have to use the toilets.
"Eh, nothing yet. Although I did get a customer order for the complete set of those Hot Flight novels that came in the other day" Will answered, looking over the desk. The leaflet level was low, although none had shifted in days, it did give him an opportunity to crouch down.
"I just need to get at that box" Will said crouching down, shifting between the gap between Harti's legs and the cubbyhole where the leaflets were stored. To his surprise, and delight, she didn't move, although she grew stiff as his head brushed against her outer thigh, stopping only inches from her tight cunt, the smell drifting forwards. One thing Will loved was this culture where he could crouch here, doing a 'job', with his head so close to this woman's pussy, without any consequences.
He savoured the smell, took a handful of leaflets, and turned, shifting his weight, and moved up, pushing his head, accidentally against, her crotch, up her navel until she took a step back.
"Hey easy there" she said, Catherine turning her head from the front of the shop.
"Sorry, I was about to fall" Will said dismissively, setting the leaflets down in the rack, noticing the tension, realising he had just crossed a very dangerous line, but survived.
"You dropped a few" Harti said, crouching down, the edge of her hugging black trousers, lowering slightly, revealing the edge of her white, flowered checked panties. Will stared longingly at the crack of her ass cheeks, as she shifted her position picking up the dropped leaflets, her panties slipping down her cheeks until nearly half her crack was revealed.
She turned quickly pulling them up, noticing Will's look as he quickly turned away, picking up several books from an open book, covering his erection with his hand.
"Were you just staring at my bum?" she asked, placing the leaflets on the counter.
"No, no. I dropped a music CD earlier between the counter. I was just seeing if I could find it" Will replied, trying to block out the images racing through his mind, mainly those of lifting Harti up in his arms, dropping her onto the counter with her legs spread, grabbing her trousers and pulling them down. Pushing his cock up into her brown Indian cunt.
"Will can you give me a hand?" Catherine asked, her Irish voice echoing through the shop.
