'Shit, I'm late again,' I thought as I looked down at my watch. 9:56. I've got four minutes to park the car, run into the mall and punch in before the boss has another reason to yell at me.
And like that, I ran as fast as my young legs could take me. With 7 seconds to spare. 'It's gonna be a good day,' I thought as I adjusted myself.
As good of a day as one could have at the mall, that is. It was the summer before my sophomore year in college.
Here I was, 20 years old, working at a ladies clothing store in the mall.
The one for the older women, like my mom. Not where girls my age would shop. Why you ask? Well, if you listened to my dad tell it, it was because I kept putting things off. "Good for you! That'll teach you to wait until the last minute to apply for a job. Spend your summer there rather than with girls your own age. You'll never get a girl friend that way."
Thanks Dad! What did he know anyway? There'd been a few girls I've known since I went to college. Amy, Sue and Dawn. Those were my first girlfriends in college.
Ok, they were my first sex partners. It wasn't love. We were horny and we did a lot of fucking. Of course, alcohol was involved, but we always ended up fucking.
I'd grown up from that pimply faced kid in high school and I'd gotten good at it. He thought I was still the dork he knew last year and that's cool. It kind of kept him off my back.
Besides, I always had this thing for older women. Ok, not old-old, just older. Mid 40's and younger. The difference between sexuality and sensuality; quality versus quantity. Women that age, ohhhhh, very sensual.
Don't get me wrong, Amy, Sue and Dawn were hot. They always had guys after them and it made me feel good when they wanted to be with me. Like I said, I grew up and I guess I got good looking as well as experienced.
I quickly took my position on the floor just as the manager was opening the doors. Early morning shift was always the most boring; very few shoppers.
Really, all I had to do was take care of anyone who showed up. The store supervisor was trying out some of that new age management crap that she'd read about and wanted each customer to receive personalized service. Yeh, great!
For 20 minutes, no one entered the store, so I went in back and started stacking some boxes. I heard the bell go off when someone enters the store and made my way out front.
I immediately recognized them. Jim and Anita Patterson, from two blocks over. I guess he was taking her shopping for a dress.
Now, Jim you could forget about. He was nondescript, kind of just there. Tall, with gray hair and mustache, he didn't say much.
But Anita, now, there was a woman you could never forget. Brown shoulder length hair and blue eyes, with a smile that lit up the room whenever she entered.
As pretty as she was, it was her body you'd never forget. Even now, at 37, she was a knockout. That body! She was probably 5-6, maybe 5-7 and 130 pounds. Slender legs led up to her curvy hips, the kind of hips just meant for grabbing from behind and holding on. Her ass was nice and firm and round, and worked perfectly with those hips. She had a nice slender waist which looked like it never could support those massive breasts.
My God, Anita Patterson had the most impressive breasts I'd ever seen. They were big and full and sat perfectly on her chest. Incredible! How many times had I laid in bed or stood in that shower and stroked my cock to her? Hundreds, maybe thousands. I've spilled so much cum because of that woman.
She's where my lust for older women comes from. The Patterson's moved into the neighborhood when I was 7 years old. It was almost a sin when they put that pool in their back yard.
In the summer, Anita would be in that pool, in her yellow bikini. Those big, luscious tits of hers barely contained in that skimpy material. That perfect ass chewing wildly at the bottoms when she'd walk back into the house for more iced tea.
All of the women in neighborhood hated her, but all of the men and boys couldn't get enough. How many summer afternoons did I spend over at Tommy Hartman's house next door? Both of us up in his room, staring next door at Anita Patterson in her bikini.
God, it was great; until Mrs. Hartman figured out what we were looking at and kicked us outside. Still, there were plenty of trees in neighborhood for spying.
And here she was, with her husband, in my store looking at dresses. I made my way over to them.
"Hello Mr. and Mrs. Patterson. Can I help you find something?" My eyes moved quickly over her body as I walked towards them. That sundress she wore could not hide the magnificence of her body. My mouth quickly got dry as I felt my cock twitch at the site of her.
"Billy? Is that you?" asked Jim.
"Yes sir," as I looked at first him and then his gorgeous wife.
"Wow" said Anita. "I almost didn't recognize you. You've sure grown up. I didn't know you were working here," she said as her eyes moved slowly over my body. For a second there, I thought she was checking me out, and my cock stiffened in those loose fitting khaki's.
"Yes, just for the summer until I go back to school. Can I help you find something?" Standing this close to them, I could smell the soft fragrance of her perfume. Her eyes sparkled and I knew that unless I focused on my job, my cock would soon burst through that thin material.
Jim said "We need to find her a dress. Something formal but not too, you know? We've got a retirement party to go to."
"Something summery. Strapless. Maybe a little form fitting," said Anita as she moved in front of me, walking toward a rack of black cocktail dresses. Watching her incredible ass move beneath the thin dress material, I thought I would blow my load right there, the image of her wearing something like that black dress indelibly etched in my brain.
Apparently Jim picked up on it as well. "Careful. You'll give Billy here a heart attack." They both looked at me and laughed.
