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.
I drove Irene home after we closed but didn't say a word to her until she broke the silence by telling me thanks for helping them out. I just shrugged it off by saying that it was no problem. She wanted to know how long I had been there and how much I had seen. I stalled awhile then told her I had seen enough to make me very jealous of Doc. She smiled and asked why I would be jealous of him with all the young girls that hung around the store. When we pulled into her driveway she usually hopped out right away but that night we talked for several minutes, mostly her telling me about her relationship with Doc and how he helped her from time to time. When she was ready to get out she leaned over to give me a peck on the cheek but I turned to face her and pulled her lips to mine and held her for a long deep kiss. We broke our contact and she sighed and got out. I waited until she entered the house and turned off the porch light before driving away with a huge hard-on.
The next few weeks at work went well. She and Doc had a few backroom sessions but they didn't last quite as long and when they reappeared they did not look as disheveled as they used to. Irene and I interacted more by talking, touching, and teasing but nothing as heavy as our first kiss. I took her home several times and got a few more kisses and a few hands full of her tits. I even laid her hand on my cock several times to let her know about my interest. Then one Saturday night when we pulled into the driveway she told me the kids had gone to visit their grandparents and for me to come on in.
She politely asked if I wanted a bite to eat but I was certain that she was just being polite and I wasn't the least bit interested in eating anything but her. Once in the bedroom I moved my hands to unbutton her dress but she smacked my hands and told me that she was going to undress me first. That was absolutely no problem so I stood there for her to proceed. She first took off her glasses then removed some pins from her hair and let it fall to her shoulders. She pushed me to the bed and knelt on the floor to take off my loafers and socks before taking each foot and raising it to her mouth and kissing it. She stood and pulled me to my feet to unbutton my shirt. Her lips trailed down my chest as she opened each button then her hands pushed my shirt off my shoulders and down my arms. We kissed as her hands unfastened my belt then my jeans before reaching into my shorts and grasping my already hard cock in her hand. After several minutes she slid down my body pulling my jeans and shorts down as she went. Once on her knees she wrapped her arms around my hips pulled me close and pressed her cheek against my cock.
