During my junior and senior years in high school I worked after school and on weekends in what today would be called an "old fashion" drugstore complete with a soda fountain. I was a soda jerk and wore a paper hat and a white uniform shirt that buttoned across one shoulder just like they do in the movies today. I arranged to have study hall the last period of the day so I could leave school early and be at work before the afternoon rush of junior high kids got out of school a few blocks away. There were two other guys who rotated on the schedule with me plus, George, a senior who was the delivery boy.
Rounding out the afternoon/evening shift was Doc, the druggist who was a very short, redheaded, nerdy, and very often grumpy guy in his fifties. He was married to a woman who was often mistaken as his mother. Then there was Irene. If you are old enough to remember, Flo, the somewhat trashy waitress at Mel's Diner in the TV series, Alice, you just about know Irene. She was in her early forties, a divorced single mom who worked two jobs to support her two kids. While she was quieter in her demeanor her uniform dress was just as tight and she smacked her chewing gum just as loudly. Her somewhat pretty face was hidden by her chained, dark, horn-rimmed glasses which seemed to clash with her bright red lipstick.
Irene always held my attention because of the outline of the high arch of the garter belt that framed her shapely, mature ass. Since childhood I had always had a fascination with women's under garments. I can still remember when I was very little and my mother would take me to the women's restroom with her. There were usually women there with their skirts pulled up adjusting some interesting garment for some reason. My mother would often tell me, "Honey, stop starring." And I would usually reply, "I'm not mom, I'm just looking." Even to this day I love seeing women wearing vintage under garments and will always turn my head for a peek. Of course I do not stare, but I do look.
I had not worked there long before realizing that Irene and Doc had something going. When business was slow she would often be "assisting" him behind the drug counter or in the back room where inventory and supplies were kept. Doc would appear out of the backroom with his glasses fogged and his thinning red hair mussed then Irene would appear several minutes later with compact in hand touching up her bright red lipstick. She would come behind the fountain counter to make sure we had everything clean and in order. George showed me a trick he played on her from time to time and put a dime on the floor. When she saw it she would pick it up bending over enough for us to see the tops of her stockings and the clasps of her garters. I know, it was mean but we felt like Doc shouldn't be the only one having fun. After all, we did cover for them and took turns giving her a lift home after work.
One cold rainy Saturday afternoon Doc and Irene were in the backroom taking "inventory" while George and I kept ourselves busy waiting on the few customers who ventured out on the cold rainy day and listening to a football game. I saw Doc's wife pull into the parking lot and rushed, quietly, into the backroom to warn them. Doc was sitting on a stack of bundled paper bags and Irene was on top of him riding up and down. Her dress was hiked up and for the first time I got a close up view of the pretty bare ass that I had so often admirer fully covered. From Doc's sounds I figured that he was just about to blow his wad so I politely stood quietly and waited and watched, maybe this time I did stare, for him to finish. I knew George would try to stall his wife. Within a few seconds of hearing a loud moan I called his name. There was a flurry of movement as they both tried to regain their composure and ask angrily what I was doing there. I told them, "Doc's wife is out front and he needs to get out there quick." Irene straightened her dress and began to look around for her panties. I told them I would let Irene out the backdoor so she could go around and come in the front door. She double checked him to see that he was okay and sent him out.
I handed Irene a roll of tissue paper from the supply box and she quickly turned her back to me and proceeded to clean up the cum on her legs and crotch. She snapped at me for watching but I picked up her panties and knelt in front of her to let her step into them, telling her I was just trying to help her. Of course she didn't believe me but that was okay, she got herself together while I unlocked and opened the back door for her. She went around the building and came in the front door like she had been shopping in the variety store next door. Doc's wife had brought him dinner and stayed until he finished. The rest of the evening there was very little said except for what business had to be conducted. Irene wouldn't look me in the face.
