It was a fresh Tuesday morning, warm sun shining for the first time in a week. I had the day off as Tuesdays and Thursdays were rugby practice. Saturdays were game days and if you don't practice, you don't play.
I worked shift work, 2 weeks 10:00am-6:00 and 2 weeks 6:00- 2:00am in the kitchen at a trendy restaurant near the university. Great place with a high turnover of hot waitresses, and bussers earning extra money while at school. I was a fit 22 years old, playing first division ball with a top club, our home field only a half mile or so from the restaurant. Had many hook ups as by the time we closed and we finished cleaning and shutting down the kitchen, the wait staff had finished their cash out and be ready to have a few cocktails after hours. I was single at this time, but thats for a different story.
Woke up this Tuesday and needed to shower and shave. It was pretty busy at work as Margarita Mondays usually are. Jug of Margaritas for $1.99, and of course nachos go with them so we must have served over 100. I needed razors, and the nearest store was about 8 blocks away from the house my buddy and I rented, a house on a main street, bus stop right at the bottom of the 17 stair walkaway. I didn't drive at the time, so I welcomed the break in the rain. I hadn't been laid in a couple weeks, so I was sporting chubby all morning. It was still alive when got to the store.
This was a great little 'pharmacy', had a little post office counter in the far corner beside the pharmacy counter, usual drug store stuff, an extensive magazine rack to the right just as you walk past the cashier to the left at the entrance. I grabbed my razors and went to quickly peruse the periodicals. My cock would not settle down. I really had to jerk that bad boy big time. I grabbed morning newspaper and made my way to the cashier, when it happened.
I looked at the headline grabber, the photo on the front page of flooding in the flats, then looked up to see I was next up in line. Then out of the corner of my eye I noticed the clerks' eyes fixed upon my crotch. She was older, 60 maybe, 5'5", black hair in a high bun, low cut sweater I thought was provocative, showing more than ample cleavage, yet still conservative, intense dark brown eyes, ruby red lipsticked lips, pierced together as to suppress a smile. Our eyes never met as she handed the change to the customer in front of me. I was next in line, but I struggled to move. Knowing she checked out my package paralyzed me. It was almost like I was having a body orgasm, my mind was numb!
