This story and the others like it in the series reflect a certain type of fantasy that is largely male oriented. I'm a male and I am writing what is titillating and sexual to me. The characters aren't meant to reflect reality, neither in the way they act or their attitudes towards each other. The subject matter does not reflect how I think real people act or how real people think. It may be that people do act and think this way, but I am neither condoning this behavior nor intentionally encouraging it. I'm simply telling stories about fictional people that I find stimulating. None of the characters are meant to reflect, or act as proxies for, actual people in reality. Finally, all the people in these stories are Adults and over the age of eighteen, in case I forget to explicitly state that in the stories themselves. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy.
* * *
Anthony had grown up large. By his eighteenth birthday he was 6' 6" and wide across the shoulders and narrow of hips. He worked out regularly and had the genetics that easily resulted in a low body-fat, high muscle physique that caught people's eyes, especially the ladies. He had dark brown hair, intense dark brown eyes and chiseled facial features. Like many young men, he wasn't quite aware of the effects his combined appearance had on the opposite sex and hadn't yet developed the matching confidence. That was all to change soon after he graduated high school. In school he had had his share of adoring girlfriends and was no stranger to sex. These relationships were easy though and usually with girls who saw him as a trophy boyfriend and sought him out and asked him for dates. Rarely had he pursued a girl. It all struck him as a bit too easy.
In his relationships with his peers and friends he was a natural leader. When others hemmed, hawed and agonized over decisions and plans of action, Anthony quickly took charge and made things happen. In many of the various circles he traveled in, people looked to him for direction. It seemed to contrast with his love life where he had been letting things passively develop, progress and end.
It was soon after school ended that Anthony was to converge the two sides of his identity and to discover who he was, what he was and which women responded to his powerful personality. It all began at his place of work. While in high school, to save up for college, he worked at a local grocery store. He worked in the produce department and his powerful build was well suited to unloading trucks, moving around heavy boxes of fruit, vegetables and displays. The store had quite a few people from his high school working there, notably two cashiers who intrigued him, Mary and Elise. Neither had ever approached him for any dates nor dropped any hint that he should ask them out, but they both seemed to like to tease him.
Elise was almost the stereotypical blonde cheerleader. Petite but curvy, beautiful but not exotic. She was from one of the richer families in their community, but ever since her 18th birthday was forced to work since her father wanted her to build "character". She suffered through the indignity by torturing everyone she worked with. Almost everyone. For some reason, she was saccharine sweet to Anthony. She teased all the boys and men at the store with sultry looks and well-timed flicks of her skirt, but in actual conversation she was cold and bitchy. Anthony was a different story, she turned on the heat whenever he was around, and though borderline patronizing she usually spoke sweetly with him.
The slightly older Mary, on the other hand, was the dark exotic beauty. Her body was curvier that Elise's and fuller without appearing heavy. She often locked eyes with Anthony's own intense gaze and held it for an instant too long. He caught her watching him occasionally from the registers when he was performing some of his more physically demanding tasks. Though she seemed shy during their brief conversations, she always had a large smile for him and her eyes seemed to dance when they spoke. Though she liked to tease all the boys and men who came near her, she also was warm and pleasant when she spoke with them. She generated quite a few crushes among the boys at school and work, but rarely dated anyone and never for long when she did.
Both these beauties would be instrumental in his awakening to his true potential, though not through any consciously thought out plan on their part.
* * *
Anthony was sitting in the break room on his lunch when Elise entered. She saw that he was alone and a smile spread across her face. The break room was situated with two tables with folding chairs around them and an old cast off couch against one wall near the lockers. Anthony watched as Elise sauntered across his view, swinging her hips and giving him a sexy little smirk. She was stunningly beautiful and he couldn't help but look her in the eyes.
"Hello handsome, on lunch?" she breathily greeted him.
"Hi Elise... I, uh... yeah I have about a half hour left," he replied trying not to sound flustered.
"I'm only on break," she pouted, pursing her generous lips in a suggestive fashion.
She walked up to her locker and opened the door. Anthony stared hard at her bare legs, visible because of her short skirt. Though the store had a dress code of a store "blouse", what the girls wore elsewhere was only limited by decency. Of course, she did wear her blouse a size or two too tight in order to enhance her breasts which stood high on her chest and seemed to jut upwards, even when she wasn't wearing a bra. He felt an erection start when she made a show of standing on her tip toes as if to look far in the back of the top shelf of the locker. Her athletic calves tensed and her smooth flawless skin stretched tight across them. His eyes were transfixed. She glanced over her shoulder and saw him looking before he could quickly glance away. She wore an evil grin when she saw him unconsciously adjust himself and his blushing face widened her smile. She pulled a paperback book from the locker, closed the door and walked over to the couch and sat down.
Anthony couldn't concentrate on the magazine he was reading. He couldn't tear his eyes away from Elise. She pretended to be absorbed in her book but was really paying attention to his reactions. She crossed her legs so her right thigh crossed high on her left, pushing her skirt up and revealing a lewd amount of creamy skin. His eyes moved up and down her thighs and he knew that her panties, if they did exist, were just a very short distance from the hem of the skirt. The view and his imagination drove his erection to a painfully hard state. Every minute or so she would slowly and deliberately shift one leg on top of the other, raising the leg just a bit too high than modesty would warrant . Anthony could almost hear the soft hiss of skin sliding on skin as her thighs slipped across each other and he caught brief glimpses of something white and lacey between them. This teasing was far beyond what she had previously done to him and he was unprepared for his reaction. He stared hungrily, his eyes darting between her breasts and legs.
Almost imperceptibly Elise had been slowly pushing out her chest, causing her buttons to strain. Anthony started to notice and in between leg shifts he studied how her soft breathing caused the fabric to stretch and relax across her perfect breasts. His own breathing started to quicken and deepen. She smiled at his distress but acted as if it was her book that was amusing her.
"Well, time to go," she abruptly declared and got up to return her book to her locker. On the way back she decided to tie her shoe on one of the folding chairs. She exaggerated her stretch and gave Anthony a prefect view of her sexy panties. His eyes almost bugged out. She dropped her leg back down to the ground.
"See ya slugger!" she cheerfully exclaimed and left the break room.
Anthony watched her sashay out and then rubbed his face with both hands in frustration. It was a good thing he was on lunch as he couldn't have stood up and walked back to his department if he wanted to. The burning he felt inside was intense. He wanted her at that moment more than he wanted anyone before. What concerned him even more was the way he wanted her. He didn't want a sweet love making session like he had had with previous girlfriends, he had visions of hard passionate fucking with her as his conquest. He felt no tenderness or affection and he was surprised at the animal fierceness of the lust. He could feel his blood racing and pounding in his temples. He felt alive and his senses were sharpened. It was for the best that she had left when she did, he was not sure what these feelings might have led to and it made him a little frightened.
* * *
Anthony was in the produce back room trimming lettuce when Mary came in. In order to get into the store from the back door and get to the locker area, one had to pass through the produce area and so she decided to stop and give him him a little jolt on her way through. He glanced up and had to do a double take when he saw her. She had just arrived to work a little early and had come straight from the beach. She had her long dark hair down and she looked gorgeous. She put on her best sultry look and met his eyes. He then made the mistake of glancing down, she was wearing a mesh cover shirt that he could see perfectly through and her bikini covered breasts took his breath away. The bikini top was tiny and tight and her large firm breasts squeezed out around the bright orange fabric. Her nipples were hard and easily visible from the cold chill of the backroom and he gaped like a fool. She had a thin wrap-around piece of fabric that covered her bottoms and came half way down her thighs. He let his eyes roam down to her sandaled feet and slowly back up again to her face to meet her eyes again now twinkling with a mischievous glint.
"Hi Anthony! I just got in from the beach and was going to change for my shift," she said as she enjoyed his gaze.
"Hey Mary, must be nice to be outside on a nice day like today," he lamely replied.
"Totally! How do you like my bathing suit?" She innocently asked.
"Wow, I mean wow," Anthony gushed. "You make it look fantastic!" She smiled brightly at the compliment enjoying his attention as he checked her out again head to toe.
"You're so sweet," she replied and then went into a stretch for his benefit. She clenched her hands together and pushed them over her head as far she could reach, lifting up on to her tiptoes. This caused her legs to flex and breasts to unbelievably stick out farther than they already did. She turned to the side at her hips and arched her back. Anthony was mesmerized by her perfect form, the mesh shirt lifted and he could directly see her toned abs and perfectly smooth skin. He noticed that her bikini top did not come completely under her breasts, showing a slim strip of the bottom each breast. His cock swelled to life faster than it ever had. She dropped her arms. "Well, I guess for your total opinion I should show you my bottoms also... but don't tell Willy, I'm not sure he would exactly approve of me being half-dressed in front of you." Anthony knew that Willy was the boy she was currently dating and really her first serious one that he knew of. He was an OK guy he guessed, just kind of a wallflower. He also worked at the store as a bag-boy so Anthony saw him often.
Watching Anthony closely for his reaction she started to slowly pull the tied ends of her wrap apart. She let it slip apart and across her legs. Anthony couldn't help staring, the bikini bottom's were small and barely covered her. First she did a quick shy spin, but when she saw the hungry look in his eyes she was inspired to up the ante. She slowly turned, watching his face the whole way. When her rear came into his view, he felt the same fire in his blood that Elise had ignited. He didn't notice, but Mary did, that his apron had acquired a sizable bulge. Her tiny bottoms weren't exactly a thong, but there was just a tiny triangle in the back and her firm curved cheeks were largely bare to his view. Caught up in the moment she spread her feet apart a bit and arched her back, sticking her ass towards him and he involuntarily licked his lips in response. He was looking right at the bikini pulled tight against and around what appeared to be her shaved mons. He couldn't help but visualize taking her in that position, her beautiful ass shaking and compressing with his every thrust, he could almost hear her moans in his imagination. For her part she saw the passionate look in his eyes, a stronger reaction than the embarrassment she had expected, and it sent a thrill through her.
