What a dirty old lady! I could just tell that Janine was dirty; she had that look about her. She was in her mid to late 50s and had sort of salt & pepper bleached hair. She always had on black spandex stretch pants showing off her ample, but not too big, round ass. She had a wider-than-usual ass and you could tell that she had squeezed out two or three kids and her ass and hips had stretched out a bit, but she was still proud of her once skinny, fine ass.
All of us young, horny grocery store guys who worked with Dirty Janine were always commenting to ourselves on how we would like to bend her over a case of food or an old chair in the break room. We had a feeling she might be up for reliving her youth with a few of us young studs back there in the hot stock room or break room. She knew that the younger stockroom guys looked at her and probably fantasized about getting her on her hands and knees. She was always teasing us, even going as far as letting us playfully slap her tight ass every once in a while if the perfect opportunity presented itself. That was a great feeling, slapping that nice, big ass through those skin-tight spandex tights that she always wore.
She was constantly joking about sex, even more so the last couple of years since her husband ran away with a neighbor and they got divorced. I had worked at Lucky Mart for almost eight years now since I turned sixteen, it was my first real job, other than mowing lawns as a kid. Janine had been at the store for over twenty years and I had always heard rumors about her being horny and that a couple of her kids weren't from her husband but came from guys fucking her in the backroom at work.
Those sorts of rumors were great for attendance; we all fantasized about fucking her, even gang-banging her. She was a total fantasy for a group of twenty-something guys who were perpetually horny and fantasized about older women. I think dirty Janine (that's what we always called her, but only amongst ourselves) actually started most of us on our journey to loving older women. Women twice our age. Women with experience and ones who maybe weren't getting enough sex so they'd do things a little nastier because of the fact that someone might actually be interested in fucking them. That's what we all fantasized about anyway.
Over the Labor Day holiday, things at the store were as hectic as they always were on holiday weekends. Summer in the stock room was horrendously hot! We were always sweating and wringing wet by the end of our shifts. Janine was a cashier, a lusty, busty, popular cashier. Men mostly frequented her checkout aisle so they could check her out. I have no doubt that every man that walked in that store wanted to slide their cock between those tight, wide ass cheeks and fuck her dirty asshole like an animal. We all wanted that. She would flirt and flutter and wink and all the things you'd expect from a cocktail waitress, not a cock tease checkout lady. God help you if you bought ring bologna or sausages of any sort; she'd handle those like they were cocks; looking at them, licking her lips, gripping them like it was the buyer's fat cock being guided into her dirty, waiting, sweaty, slippery, tight, old asshole.
Her red fingernails were whore-like, just what all of us stockroom guys, and male customers, fantasized about. Those sexy hands fingering our own fat cocks as we slid them up her asshole while she was on her back on the edge of that checkout counter, her legs up over our shoulders. Pounding up into her old tight asshole until we added our own hot cum to what must surely have been a mixture of cum through the years.
This holiday weekend was busier than usual and dirty Janine even had to help us stock the shelves at night. This really gave us a chance to check her out closely. Her crow's feet wrinkles and overly-tan body were sexy as hell the more we worked closely with her. All of us 20-something male co-workers found ourselves thinking about sex even more as the weekend went on. The last night of the weekend, the manager, who we suspected was banging her, left early and said we could grab a six-pack from the cooler for our hard work over the long weekend. That beer sure tasted good in the hot stock room. Janine and I were sweating from working so hard and I was horny as hell, as always. The rest of the guys had already gone home so they were going to miss out I thought to myself. Little did they know what they were going to miss out on...
We both grabbed a beer and sucked it down like it was air. The next one went a little slower as we chatted and joked back there, getting more comfortable and finally relaxing. After the second beer, we were all getting a bit light-headed because of the lack of sleep, and neither of us had a decent meal while we worked that day. We were feeling good. We were joking and some of the sexual innuendo was more than I expected to come from her sexy red lips, but I went with it and shot back with my own. The third beer went down slower, with both of us getting buzzed if not drunk from the lack of food and drinking the beers maybe too quickly. It felt great, like we were floating. Since we were working in the back room, I just had on stretchy shorts and a t-shirt, and I didn't wear underwear so my cock was definitely visible as it was plumped up just thinking about Janine.
I didn't expect it when Janine kicked off her shoes and laid back on that old vinyl couch in the hot break room. Did she just pass out? Was she already drunk just on three beers? Her feet and calves were hanging over the edge of the arm of the couch and she was just lying there on her back with her eyes closed. I couldn't resist, I sat by her head and started stroking her streaked hair; running my fingers through it like a comb, massaging her scalp, combing through her sweaty hair. She just lay there, her tits sticking up like an ad for the wonder bra that she must have worn. Beads of sweat were trickling down her chest and in between her tits.
It was too much. I bent down and started lightly licking the sweat drops, running my tongue down in-between those sweet, sweaty, little tits. She started lightly moaning and wiggling around but didn't seem to be too concerned so I started to unbutton her blouse to get at those sweet tits. My tongue was moving like a tornado over those beautiful little, perky 50+-year-old titties; lapping at, circling, and nibbling at those little rock-hard nipples like it was the food I should have had hours ago. It was like she was both aware and unaware of what was happening - like I wasn't forcing myself onto her, but I sort of was doing just that. I had waited almost eight years for this moment, I didn't want it to end or for her to get up and start yelling or anything.
I moved down to her naked sweaty feet and started massaging them. After a few minutes, I was licking and sucking on her toes and feet, she was really squirming as I pushed her feet together and slipped my cock between them and started gliding it back and forth, then I would stop and lick and suck her feet again and then slide my cock between them. She didn't move from the couch or even open her eyes.
