Dp in the Charity Shop

I'm Angie, sixty-two, five feet ten with natural long curly ginger hair with a white streak, well that's what I convince myself. In reality the ginger is getting lighter, several years ago I had this bold white streak which I loved, that is still there but it doesn't look so obvious as it used to. I weigh ten stones 32C-28-38 as I have been for ten years or so.

It was a lovely warm summers day and the charity shop had been deserted since the regular early morning rush, as is common I dressed with no bra in a blouse and skirt to halfway up my thighs, today they happened to be pink over mid grey and pale grey stockings.

I was in the back room unpacking black bags of donations, A job we all hate as we never know what condition they will be, about half will go straight into a bin to be collected for sorting elsewhere, about a quarter will go for steaming and cutting up for rags and another bin will go to be destroyed, this will be the soiled items and mostly underwear. It is amazing what some people will donate, we have even had dirty disposable nappies.

Luckily there had been a big donation from a large family who will be emigrating, all good clean and even folded clothing so nothing nasty. Talking followed the jingling of the bell over the door and I looked over to see a couple of lads, I reckoned in their early twenties.

"This one?"

"No."

"This?"

"No way mate... How about that suit for you?"

"Wrong colour, it needs to be wider lapels and a bold pattern."

"Can I help?" They turned red and I realised they were the same lads from a couple of years before and not looking as young.

"Oh you!"

I patted myself down from collar bone to thighs and back up with more on my breasts than the rest put together; "Just checking. Oh yes it's me."

"Oh hello again we need some stuff for Bonnie and Clyde."

"Who's who? Let me see, I'll bet Ben will be Bonnie"

"Yep."

"Right lads, I'll just get..." I turned away from them to get a suit from the bags I'd been sorting. "This one?" A very dark marooon, so dark it was nearly black with a mid grey pin stripe, very wide double breasted and no chance of someone wanting to buy it to wear other than for fancy dress. "Second thoughts, I think it's too small. Try the jacket on Ben."

"Oh okay." He put it on and yes it was a bit tight."

"No chance it will fit you Jack, I think that is the only suit we have suitable for Clyde. Nip out back and try the trousers... And for you Jack, Bonnie is always portrayed with knitted tops and often bold stripes. How about that one, afraid your boobs are bigger than hers, try it."

"That's muscle."

I smiled and went out the back, Ben looked good in the trousers, if anything a tad long but perfect around the waist. I did that thing of sticking my thumbs inside the waistband and running right round from mid back to mid front. "Lovely. Not too tight."

"Are these still as lovely?" Ben reached out to gently hold my nipple; "Oh yes."

"Yes they are Ben, but..." I stood away and looked at the pile of dresses I was in the middle of checking; "There that one. Jack come here and get your jeans off."

"Sounds like an off I can't refuse." By the time he joined us they were undone and on the way down his thighs.

"Mmm Yes. You have been working out."

Jack hopped about removing his trainers and jeans and the lump in his boxers flapped around in sympathy, I held the skirt for him to step into and as I lifted it I couldn't resist having a decent feel of the lump.

"Ooo you naughty girl."

I removed my hand and continued lifting the skirt, the very long black velvet skirt fitted to just below hips widest part then flared out, perfect for Bonnie. The dark green jumper with bold black, white and orange stripes wasn't perfect but I knew it was the best thing in the shop; "Look in that bag there, is there a beret or something knitted. For you Ben a big bold tie." We had loads out on display which hardly ever sold and a plastic tubful out back, I pulled a few out and hung them over his shoulder, he chose a black with narrow cream, maroon and white striped band across it and dumped the rest back in the tub. Jack found a crocheted cream beret style hat and stretched it onto his head at a jaunty angle, I found him a safety pin to tighten the waistband of the skirt and Ben wolf whistled.

"Yeah alright mate."

"You might need to do something with this though Jack." I rubbed the very significant and hard bulge showing in the front of the skirt and he pulled me to him for a kiss.

"I've wanted to do that for four years."

"Why four?"

"Last time we came in here, for a Marjorie Simpson outfit."

"Was that really four years ago?"

"Ben there has done a whole apprenticeship since then."

"Yes I have and do you remember what happened then?"

"Of course I do. You need a hat to go with that. I've got a trilby in the shop, not ideal it'll do but it's worth checking next door, somehow they seem to get more hats than us." I couldn't resist putting the tie round his neck and knotting it. "Pop next door and see if they have a panama or fedora." I reached up on tip toes to pop a kiss on his lips; "Tell them it's for me." As he turned I smacked his bottom and watched as the door closed behind him. "So how are we doing with you Jack?"

He turned to look in the mirror; "I look stupid."

"It's fancy dress

Jack turned red then covered his very obvious erection with his hands, I smiled; "Don't do that, two things; first us ladies like to see those and second, wearing female clothes does that to young lads. Remember last time and how turned on Ben was?"

"How could we forget?"

"And I bet he got over it during the party when everyone ignored it."

"Yes I think you are right."

"But right now you are likely to bust a nut." I removed his hands and replaced them with one of mine, gripped it lightly and felt it twitch. He looked deep into my eyes in one of those ethereal moments potentially with several outcomes, the one I didn't expect was the door bell jingling and the sound of two women talking. I let go of Jacks penis and walked to the shop area; "Good morning ladies."

"Morning love, my son says you have some glasses like mine."

"Ah these ones out here." I returned to the back area and collected two glasses; "These?"

"Oh yes, well done Jerry. How many are there?"

"Six of these and six of these."

"I'll take them please."

I collected the rest and after she checked them I wrapped them in newspaper and put them in a cardboard box; "That's fifteen pounds please." I put the money in the till, thanked her and bade her a good day. Ben entered and held the door for them.

"Two quid for the hat."

I took it off his head and checked it; "Decent hat, I'd have charged more." I put it on my head and checked the mirror; "Nice, the band matches my hair and this light colour would work for me."

I started laughing and; "Try this."

"Mate! Magic."

Bens cock twitched in my hand as his cupped my breast.

I hadn't handled a penis for four years and now the same two forty years younger than me for a rematch.

"Excuse me." I walked to the shop door. Locked it and turned the open sign to closed.

By the time I returned to the back room my blouse was off and two open mouths were soon sucking on my fun buds. They had learnt a bit in four years, not crude like last time and it felt good to have them both being sucked for the second time and to feel my knickers moving to the floor.

Hands seemed to be everywhere and I lifted my skirt and tucked it into the waistband then pulled bens cock to my fanny, he was straight inside and humping then I pulled away and turned round to Jack, lifted his skirt and pulled his boxers partway down... I felt my skirt being lifted and something probing my bum.

Was my fantasy of DP about to happen again? I hoped so, I'd planned it so for the last twenty minutes, I pushed back hard against something and slowly I felt Bens moistened boy toy opening my ring piece and slipping in. It all started very slow and tight and dreamy. I felt his body tight against my buttocks and knew he was all in. Suddenly pulsating replaced the calm and I knew he had cum.

"Your turn Jack." I pulled him to kiss. Moving closer he bent his knees to align his boy toy with my fanny, followed by an upwards push.

"Fuck mate!" came from behind me; "That feels fucking weird."

Jack started humping up into me.

"Shit Jack that's so..."

In amongst the heavy movement I could feel Ben in my arse getting bigger again.

"Oh mate I had no idea how good this must have felt for you last time, fuck yeah we have to do this again. I hope this feels good to you to love."

"Oh, oh oh ye... yes Ben it... it... oh yes it feels good and a half and... Ohhhhhhh yes, yes, yes. Do me... a favour... and... and fuck me. B... both of you... oh yes Ben harder... Yiyyyyyyyyyyer, yi yi yi... oh that was good." I savoured a bloody good orgasm while they both continued humping me and they got into a brilliant rhythm. "Oh my giddy aunt... what are you two doing to me?... oh yes again." I stood there with weak knees as wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure swept over me in a way I had not experienced before... ever.

I felt something wet running down my leg and knowing how these two were going hard at it whatever it was had to be my juices or what Ben had already injected into my colon.

Suddenly they both pushed hard and stopped moving, other than the cacophony of pulsing going on in my cunt and arse, by the way it felt I guessed I'd be leaking all day.

Ben started humping my bum again and didn't last long before it felt like he doubled in size for one last spurt.

We looked funny stood there, Ben fully dressed in a dark maroon double breasted suit, me with my skirt tucked into the waistband, black suspenders, topless and wearing a cream Fedora and Jack with his skirt front up at waist level and down at the back and a cream crocheted beret, hugging each other in the dying embers of amazing orgasmic pleasure.

After they left it felt so sexy spending the rest of the day with no knickers and imagining them returning in another four years.