Sometimes opportunities arise unexpectedly from the unfortunate circumstances of others. Such was the case when Mandy's Grandmother had to be taken into care due to an illness that came on all of a sudden. Concerned for her welfare it had been decided by the family that she would be much better off in a residential care home where she could get some proper rest.
Although this was something of a sad decision to make there was a silver lining, well for Mandy at least. Her Father didn't want the old ladies home sold off, instead he wanted to keep it in the family as an investment for the future. So with her 21st birthday fast approaching and having made numerous noises about wanting independence and a place of her own it was decided that if she wanted to Mandy could move into it. Obviously she didn't need asking twice, as soon as it was mentioned she was virtually packed and ready to go.
Obviously her parents were a little apprehensive, although Alison her Mother thought it might not be such a bad thing to get her away from all the troubles with the neighbours particularly Ted, someone who she was still having to pacify on a fairly regular basis. Her Father on the other hand gave her the usual talk about keeping herself safe. To him she was still a naive little girl, he really had no idea!
The only thing her Father told her she would probably have to buy for herself was a new bed as her Grandmothers was very old and with her not having been very well it might not be all that nice. Of course Mandy didn't mind that, it was a small price to pay for getting her own place, and besides she sort of figured she wouldn't want to keep her Grandmothers stained old thing anyway.
With the move planned for the following week the busty blond decided to head off out that day and buy herself one. Her parents had asked if she wanted them to come with her but she declined their offer, this was something she wanted to do for herself. This was it for the pretty 20 year old, she was buying her first piece of furniture for her new place, as she saw it her first steps into the real grown up world.
It was obvious where to go, Parkers on the corner of the High Street, it had been there for ever and was the only real place in town anyway. So she got herself ready putting on a pair of painted on black leggings a tight black ribbed sweater and a pair of knee high black leather boots. Topped off with a short black leather biker jacket to Mandy this was "casual" day wear. To anyone else however this was the sort of serious erection inducing outfit that could easily cause a car crash...especially when it shows off curves like hers!
Parkers furniture shop was a pretty run down tired looking old place that had been struggling to survive in the modern world for quite a few years. This was mainly down to the current Mr Parker, Harold, who it has to be said wasn't really all that interested in the old place. In fact a part of him hoped it would sink so he could sell off the rather large but tatty old building and retire on the proceeds.
Harold Parker had inherited the business from his late Father just a few years before. It had been started almost a hundred years ago by his Great Grandfather and used to be quite the place to shop, but with Harold's father running it almost into the ground its reputation had all but gone. Having lived much of his life as a lazy unemployed waster Harold only inherited the business because there was nobody else for his Father to leave it to. Even then the old man hung on to it until the last minute and in all honesty with Harold being now 61 years old himself the last thing he wanted was this millstone hanging round his neck.
When he took it on there were a few of the trusted old staff still working there, but now it was just him and a couple of part timers. Being a rather unpleasant lazy character meant they couldn't stand working for him, particularly the female members of staff. You see Harold had been married and divorced twice, the second one being almost 20 years ago, and his attitude towards women told a story as to why. He was rather old fashioned and sexist, but the real problem was he thought being the boss gave him certain "rights," which of course it didn't. He really was the epitome of a "dirty old man," with no redeeming features and an aversion to the idea of personal hygiene. Coupled with the fact that he was simply not a nice person, rather arrogant and direct with not much care for what people thought of him.
The trouble was for Harold he spent most of his time thinking of nothing but the opposite sex, and spent a lot of his time sat in the shop window watching all the women and girls go by fantasising over what he would like to do to most of them. With an insatiable appetite that hadn't been quenched for longer than he could remember the dirty old wanker had set his bar so low that any female would satisfy his needs. The one thing he longed for more than anything however was a nice big pair of tits, and for Harold the bigger the better.
He had always had a thing for bra busting knockers, nothing had him reaching into his underpants faster. Unfortunately he had never been lucky enough to get his hands on anything like a truly impressive pair, sure many years ago as a younger man he had fondled a few saggy old pairs, but never the sort of big firm young pair that he had spent virtually his whole life dreaming of.
Nowadays with never very much to do the podgy old man spent most of his time on his own in the store gazing longingly out the window at the female population of the town..
Today was a Tuesday, a usually quiet day in the town. All the usual faces walked by and the typically lazy old Harold Parker was thinking about having his lunch and then closing the shop for the day. He hadn't had a soul in all morning, and after all he was the boss and could do whatever he liked. Then all of a sudden over the other side of the street he saw her, he couldn't believe his eyes and instantly choked on his mug of tea spilling it down his shirt. It was Mandy, but all Harold knew was she was simply the girl of his dreams, his ultimate fantasy. He had no idea who she was but he had seen the big breasted young blond a couple of times now, and with a body that defied belief she had been driving him slowly insane. He didn't know her name or anything about her but to the sex starved dirty old pervert she was beyond reality, he had never in his life seen a hornier sight than this incredibly gorgeous bitch with absolutely massive knockers!! The young firm bodied vision of beauty had him instantly reaching under his desk for his frustrated old cock, ooh what he wouldn't give to get his hands on a girl like that! Oh man!
Then all of a sudden he dropped the sandwich he was about to shove in his fat old gob, he couldn't believe it! She had stopped and was looking across at his shop! Was she actually going to come in? Was he finally after all this time going to meet her?
Mandy paused and thought a moment as she looked across at the shop. She had walked passed it before and had seen this flabby old man ogling her, and there he was blatantly ogling her again. But she didn't mind, in fact looking the way she did she was used to it and if anything it only served to encourage the tease in her.
So feeling a little playful she couldn't resist stopping and turning her back to him as she pretended to look in the window of the shop opposite. As luck would have it she could just make out his reflection in the glass and wasn't really surprised to see him staring intently at her. She knew she looked more than a little eye-catching in her sprayed on black leggings that vanished deep up between those perfectly formed tight round ass cheeks of hers.
Together with a short leather biker style jacket and tight black ribbed sweater she knew how good she looked in her completely black ensemble, particularly with the contrast of her lovely blond hair cascading down between her shoulder blades.
