"Pippa.... Pippa?.....oy Pip!"
The harsh cry of my work colleague suddenly cutting into yet another day dream, waking me.
Looking around startled, I'd been stacking shelves, half way through the tuesday morning shift.
Coming to my senses while holding a can of beans, looking at the source of this most rude interruption.
Lisa, my friend, working the till close by.
Noticing now, my complete attention she continued, "Get me another one of these will ya"
Holding out an object towards me, sanitary towels...of all things...how embarrassing for the customer.
I took the item from her, "Bar code won't scan."
She informed me.
I knew where the other pads were and hurriedly made my way to get a replacement....feeling the noticeable wet patch on the gusset of my knickers as I did so.
The cause of this?
My thoughts of the coming afternoon with Sammy, and more importantly... Barry.
As I'd gone about my normal business that morning, all I could think of was Barry, and what we'd done.
Or rather, what I'd allowed him to do to me.
Since last thursday it was mostly all I could think about.
Yes there had been the weekend distraction, and boy....what a welcome distraction that was.
Dave had come over saturday night, with the usual result.
Both John and Dave are big guys, in more ways than one.
Full of energy too.
They give me a run for my money alright, but I always win, I tire them both out... eventually.
I'm so far undefeated, with those two anyway.
Dave was still incredulous about what I'd done with Barry.
He is, to this day perplexed by my choice.
In a way, so am I.
Thinking back to last thursday afternoon at beaulah....
I knew, within myself, that there was no need to suck Barry off in order to get out of his flat.
Yes there would have been difficulty but it would have been alright.
I could have promised him to do something special upon my next visit.
The truth is, I wanted to do it.
I needed, to become a slave to my own dirty desires.
To wallow in depravity....that is what part of me craved.
That dark part of me.... it's almost scary because I know that it has no boundaries.... anything goes.
And that much had been proven by what I'd done.
Since becoming more aware of my own fantasies, I'd steadily explored deeper into these inner desires.
Sammy was part of that.
A man who's own immoral desires, that of using another man's wife....attracted me.
I enjoyed being used by him, knowing it was his kink, his fetish....made it all the more intense.
When I let Barry have me, that was the same feeling.
With Barry I'd plumbed the depths of these twisted inner desires.
After I'd finished with him and was out of that place...it hit me....what I'd done.
For a time afterwards, I felt bad about myself, dirty, foolish even.
What had I done?
Letting a dirty old man use me? And enjoying it?
For a time I did feel guilty for letting that dark side of me in....and indulging in it.
But, it was a short time.
My imagination soon began working once more....what would it be like? To do it again?
Dozens of scenarios flooded my mind....
Hence, the wet knickers, that tuesday morning.
I'd had a phone call from Sammy on monday, with an unusual clothing request for that afternoon.
He, like all the guys I've known, loves uniforms.
However, I'd never had a request for this particular thing.
I worked in a big chain of supermarkets here in the UK.
They have a uniform, which is a bit dowdy to say the least.
Black trousers, blue blouse and a blue fleece with the stores logo on, and my name tag.
It ain't sexy.
Although I suppose, it does resemble a nurses uniform....not a naughty nurse...a regular one.
Since knowing Sammy, he'd been in the store several times and seen me wearing my uniform.
Well, he wanted me to visit him that afternoon wearing it.
Kinky bugger.
Anyway, I finished my shift at 2 and went off home, changed my underwear to a thong and put on a nicer bra.
Then headed off for beaulah.
It was a lovely mild, early spring afternoon, no need for a big coat.
I was feeling upbeat and excited, despite a looming problem....the manager.
The awkward moment with him seeing me exit Barry's flat the previous thursday, had been playing on my mind.
So I was a bit on edge as I pushed open beaulahs heavy front door and went inside the foyer area.
Going through the next doors gingerly, glancing at the front desk area, trying to look casual.
No one there, good.
Turning to my right towards the long brightly lit corridor...
"Miss....miss?....excuse me?"
The first word almost makes me jump and I curse inwardly, 'fuck's sake!'
I may not curse much with my mouth but sure do a lot in my mind.
The managers voice is as persistent as toothache, trying to ignore it, but it's no good he has me.
He's been partially obscured by a bundle of clothes dumped over the front desk, but now standing up and heading my way.... quickly.
He looks serious and I stop to let him approach.
Using the same disarming, sweet smile as before, greeting him.
