My best friend Nick had gotten me a job with him working at a local, Mom and Pop Grocery store. It was small, but then again, so was the town. One of those places with a population that hadn't as yet reached a thousand, though there was hope of that happening sometime during the year.
I had just turned 18, and didn't as yet own my own car. Which was one of the reasons I had taken on a near full-time job while still attending school. I was in hopes of eventually saving up enough money to buy one, even though I knew it wouldn't be anything even near what I really wanted to own. Still, 'wheels' meant a certain amount of freedom and independence from having to rely upon friends. Though Nick was never one to complain as he more than willingly took us everywhere we, or I needed to go in his car.
One of the nice things about living in a small-sized community, was you pretty much knew everyone who lived there. Especially as most if not all, eventually made their way into "Ernie's & Eva's" Grocery store as everyone knew it to be called.
Most of the time, Nick and I were the only night-clerks available, along with Denise the checker, and Eva herself who helped out if things ever got busy. Which they rarely if ever did. There was one other younger guy who generally worked during the days, though he sometimes worked nights if either Nick or I had the night off for whatever reason. I didn't mind working there either. I made pretty good wages for what I did, and the work wasn't all that bad. Stocking shelves, sweeping up the occasional mess, and helping most people out to their cars with their groceries wasn't a bad way to make a living, especially for a young kid with a goal in mind for himself.
Another part of our jobs was keeping an eye on things of course. Especially whenever other kids, most of which Nick and I knew, who came into the store. Mr. Slater, or Ernie had had a number of petty thefts take place. All of which we knew had been from most of the kids that came in and never bought anything. The difficult thing, was having to rat on them. But rat on them we did whenever Nick or I caught someone trying to make off with this thing or that. We had plenty of secret little places to go and spy on people whenever they came into the store. Though thankfully, for the most part, we didn't need to go and do that very often.
I had just signed for a delivery of produce at the back dock when Nick came running up to me. He'd been working there for well over a year now, which is how he'd saved up enough money for his car.
"Rick! Rick!" You gotta come see this!" he told me.
"What is it?" I asked.
"Mrs. Green. She's here!" he said excitedly.
Like I said, I pretty much knew everyone who lived in our area. And I didn't recall ever hearing of anyone with the last name of Green.
"Who?"
"Mavis Bumgirgle, or whatever the hell her name is," Nick stated.
"You mean Mrs. Boregard," I said correcting him. Now that name, I had heard. Though I hadn't as yet ever seen her. The only thing I knew about her was from the bits and pieces of gossip I had heard on and off during the course of the last few month's since she had moved here with her husband. They had purchased the one true piece of really expensive property that encompassed several acres. Mr. Boregard was some sort of business tycoon who had recently purchased the bank. Mrs. Boregard was supposedly a real "looker" from what I'd heard. Though again, I had never seen her personally myself.
Still, interested in what she did look like, I figured she wasn't going anywhere at the moment and decided to finish putting away the fresh lettuce that had just arrived.
"Come on dude!" Nick pressed. "You're gonna miss it!"
"Miss what?" I asked in exasperation. "She can't look that good."
"It's not just the way she looks my friend," Nick said evilly. "But what she sometimes does when she thinks no one is looking."
Now that did grab my attention. "What do you mean...what she sometimes does?"
"Bob told me about it once. I didn't believe him until I saw it myself. Bob's the one who nicknamed her Mrs. Green, because of her fondness for vegetables!"
Bob was the daytime guy, and all around decent sort of a fellow. Though several years older than either Nick or myself, he'd grown up in this town like everyone else and had a bit of a reputation for being a wild one back in his high-school days.
"Come on, there's a perfect place to watch and keep and eye on her without her knowing we are."
I followed him along the backside of the store until we'd entered into the refrigeration area just behind the fresh fruits and vegetable section. Peering through several gallons of milk containers, I could indeed see the entire isle where she was standing. "Mrs. Green" as I now began to think of her myself, really was a very attractive looking woman, easily twice my age perhaps, and certainly worth a whole hell of a lot of money. I watched as she stood there fingering and pawing through several fruits and veggies, finally arriving closer to the cucumber bin.
"Oh! This is gonna be good!" Nick exclaimed expectantly. But I still had no idea what he was talking about.
"What is?" I whispered back, even though I was fairly certain at this distance she couldn't have heard either one of us talking.
Mrs. Green might have been twice our age, but she certainly looked a lot younger, and was far better looking than any of the cheerleader types at the high school we attended. Her nearly coal-black hair settled just below her shoulders giving her a sultry look, even from behind when you stared at her. Her eyes were equally as dark, and though I couldn't see what color they were at this distance, I assumed they were either a very dark brown, or a cobalt blue. But at my age, it was the pair of boobs that she was sporting that first caught my attention when she finally turned around facing in our direction.
"Holy shit!" I exclaimed almost a little too loudly. "Man, is she built!"
"Shhh!" Nick cautioned me. "She might hear you. And you don't want to miss this, if she does what I'm hoping she'll do," he added.
We continued to watch Mrs. Green fondling the cucumber pile, which is the only way I could describe it.
"Ok Nick. I admit, she's good looking. But you really getting off on watching her fondle a few veggies?"
"No, but with luck, she might," he answered giddily. "Look! Look!" He said a second later.
Turning back around in her direction, I saw that she was carefully scanning the store to ensure that no one was close enough to see her. In the next instant, she picked up one of the cucumbers she'd been handling. In a state of shock, I saw Mavis lift up the front of the skirt she was wearing. Even at this distance, it was obvious that she wasn't wearing any panties. We both watched as Mrs. Green, whom I would fondly and forever now call her, positioned that long fat cucumber at the opening of her sex.
"Sweet...."
"Jesus!" Nick finished for me.
Inserting the dark green naturally shaped toy inside the opening of her pussy, we sat mesmerized as she slowly managed to slip a great deal of it inside her. Taking another look or two around the store, she stood there, fucking herself with the cucumber, a rapturous look of pleasure clearly outlined in her face. Finally pushing most of it inside herself, she lowered her dress, and then pushed off with her grocery cart to finish doing her shopping.
