The store wasn't opened yet as I walked through my department, women's clothes, to put my purse away in the back. Mary hollered out "Hey Jenny! How's it hanging?" When I said 'hollered', I was being literal. There was nothing subtle about her. Mary is one of those chubby, and I'm trying to be kind, women who can no longer see between their legs because their gut hangs over everything down there. Never have been to her house, or double wide trailer, whatever it is, but I envision it is full of stray cats and dogs, and surely no man or husband or partner of any kind to be found or even a trace of a past one.
I'm older, not 'old', let's just say I'm over 40, well not more than 10 years older than that. Age has been good to me. I'm still slim and shapely, tall and pretty, long gray hair, usually in a pony tail. Heads till turn, I guess hearts still pound once in a while. I like to think so. But quite a few miles on my chassis, some worn parts here and there. I use Jenny, rather than Jen or Jennifer. That is my one hold out to my youth.
This is a good department to work in. I love to look at some of the women that shop here. Oh my, there are some beauties too. Lots of regulars, know most of them by name. A little chit chat with them. Never have been so bold to try and meet any of them socially. Would like to of course. A few I use for mental imagery when I masturbate, something still I love to do. My fingers and I are real good friends, lovers you might say, even if the relationship is a bit one sided.
Sometimes a customer will need some help in the dressing room, usually picked up the wrong size. One morning a pretty woman, yes, yes, late 20's, early 30's maybe, asked me to get her a different size dress. When I returned, she opened the door and was naked from top to bottom. Her body was better than anything I'd seen in a porn movie; perky breasts, nice waist, fine hips. My pussy was shaking and dripping, almost puddling on the floor, guess that's one problem with not wearing panties, as I looked at her.
She looked straight at my face. "Thought you would like this."
I just stood there like a fool. My hand trembled over my crotch, I wanted so badly to touch myself. I really wanted to touch her too, but I was also afraid I'd get fired. There was not a speck of hair between her legs and that was exactly where she was touching herself now. I knew there were some cameras in this area, but none that could see into a dressing enclosure. I closed the door and stood in front of her.
"I can't quite reach this part." Of course she could, she already was. Her hand clearly between her legs and she was begging for me to touch her or she was just messing with my head.
I went for the gold. "Let me help."
I placed my hand over her mound, a finger tip slid between the soft folds of skin. I don't know who was wetter, but she was definitely very damp. She threw her head back as my finger ran across her clit, a soft gasp escaped her slightly open mouth, her hands rested on my shoulders for support, as I continued to flick her clit. Her fingers squeezed my shoulders very tight for a moment.
"Oh thank you ..." she glanced at my name tag, "... Jenny. I think I'm ready to try that other size now."
That kind of break in the day is rare, but not as rare as you might think. I live for those days. I always love to look, to get more memories. My life is made of memories like that.
Back from lunch that day, I strolled through the department to see if anyone needed help. Over by the dresses, I saw Kim. She was one of my more favorite customers and had been coming in maybe once, sometimes twice, a week for the last few months. Like all the others, I didn't really know her, but we always had a nice conversation when she was here. Nothing substantial, didn't know what she did, if she was married, where she lived, nothing much.
I walked towards her, waiting until I was almost by her before saying anything. "Good afternoon Kim. How's my number one customer?"
"So nice to see you Jenny. I'm doing just great. Looking for a lightweight travel dress."
"Most are gone now. I think you've found just about all that are left. Going on a trip?" Not such a stupid question, she might have just wanted that style for around town.
"Yeah. Something's come up. Nothing big."
"Hope it will be a fun time."
"Think it will be. Don't know how long I'll be away. But I will return. I promise. Love our talks."
She was sweet to say that. Gave me hope. We were about the same age and she definitely made my heart race.
"Let me know if I can help. Seems this afternoon we are shorthanded and swamped with customers. This morning was dead around here." I glanced over my shoulder as I walked away. I could feel an extra thump in my chest. Later I looked for Kim and she was gone. I didn't see her leave and I was saddened that she didn't say goodbye, maybe I was with a customer. I convinced myself that was what happened. At least it made me feel better.
That night I had vivid dreams of Kim kissing all over my body, sucking my pussy, me sucking hers. They were all wonderful. I would wake up and replay them in my mind, making each one even better in the replay, masturbating as I watched. I must have had 3 or 4 orgasms during the night. Not a record, but a bit unusual for me. Even if I didn't have an orgasm, I thoroughly enjoyed myself each time.
Over the months, the twenty-something woman returned a few times and entertained me in the dressing room. I don't know why, don't know who she was, never knew when she would be here, but she seemed to enjoy it as much as I did. It was almost like the anonymity was a major factor for her, maybe for me too.
I hadn't seen Kim since that day she was looking for a travel dress. It had been over 6 months and I'd almost given up seeing her again. That, for some strange reason, left a small hole in my being, my soul. I had grown fond of our short visits, don't know exactly why. I've never been able to put my finger on 'why' one person excited me and another didn't. She definitely excited me. I wished that we had tried to have lunch or meet away from the store. Sometimes the loss of a person makes them seem ever more special.
Suddenly one day, I saw her head moving past the tables of clothes. She seemed shorter. I hustled towards where I thought she was. Oh goodie, goodie, she was here. My heart raced at the thought. I had built up what probably was an unreal fantasy of the two of us sailing off into the sunset together, the perfect love. You know, the perfect end to a chick flick. I knew she probably didn't feel the same way for me, in fact I didn't even know if she liked women in 'that way'. Maybe she was married. As I got closer, all those negative thoughts I'd never allowed myself to have, filled my mind. Was I about to get my heart broken?
I looked up and down the aisles of clothes. I turned a corner and saw her. My mouth must have bounced off the floor, I could have sworn I felt the carpet against my chin.
"Hi Jenny. It's wonderful to see you again."
"What ..." Further words failed to leave my mouth as I looked at her, sitting in a bright yellow wheelchair, her short skirt laying flat on the seat in front of her hips. I walked closer and kneeled down in front of her, my hands resting on the edge of the seat. I looked at her hips, then up to her face.
"Love ..." She had never said anything like that to me before. "... I'm just fine. I'm happy. Please don't be sad."
"I was so worried about you. I thought I'd never see you again."
"I know. It was mean of me. I wasn't going to come back. I didn't want to feel like I had to explain this ... to anyone. That's why I didn't say goodbye the last time I saw you. Eventually, I just had to try seeing you one more time. You were the only one I just had to see."
"Oh Kim. I'm so happy you did. Let's have dinner tonight and talk. I so much want to just talk to you. I missed you."
Work dragged the rest of the day. I was useless. I managed to talk someone into covering for me so I could leave early. I rushed home, cleaned myself up, put on a skimpy dress, something that revealed a little too much of my charms. I felt sexy going out with Kim and I wanted her to see me in that way. I wanted her to not be able to resist me. I wanted to end up in bed with her tonight and I took no chances. My long slim legs extended way, way, down from my almost too short dress with the opening at the top unbuttoned enough to show a little cleavage between my smallish breasts. Hope she wasn't a 'boob' kind of woman. I laughed at myself a little for even having such a thought.
I adjusted one breast, not that they were big enough to adjust much, letting my fingers linger for a moment, loving how it felt to touch myself. My God, I was way ahead of myself. I was making up all kinds of feelings for a woman I still didn't even know if she would be interested in me in that kind of way. Oh I hoped she would. Been a long time since I'd had feeling like this.
We went nice restaurant I had picked, one of those dimly lit, deeply romantic kind with the dark red velvet wallpaper, where the waiters speak that funny fake French and wear tuxedoes. She had suggested we just meet there, that sometimes she had trouble getting into other peoples houses with her chair. I got there a little early thinking I'd just wait in the lounge, have a drink, and relax my nerves a little.
When I got there, her glass was almost empty. She was radiant and dressed very nicely. She held up her drink towards me. "You have a little catching up to do."
The bar tender looked at me, I looked at him. "Whatever it is, give me one." I could barely stand, my knees shook like a teenager's on his first date. Nothing mattered anymore other than just being with Kim. Her lack of legs didn't even matter to me. She was still Kim.
I sat next to her at the table. "Do you ever look marvelous."
"Thanks for suggesting we meet. Guess I've fantasized about this for a while."
"You're so sweet to say that. Me too."
"Ladies, your table is ready. I will have someone bring your drinks."
We were shown to a semicircular, thickly padded, booth near the fireplace. Making reservations, I'd asked for this booth, knowing it was the most romantic one. I was glad it was chilly outside so the fire would be burning. I expected Kim to just stay in her chair, but she moved to the booth and slid next to me, closer than actually necessary. Nice. As much as I wanted to just sit and stare across the table into her face, oh what a face it was, the face that launched a thousand ships, I was excited by the fact that she had actually made the effort to sit real close to me.
As the waiter placed the opened menus in front of us, a young lady sat our drinks on the table.
