I'd been in the back watching Kathy for the entire shift. OK, I watch all the girls, except for Marie. (Marie is a little on the large size.) But basically, I'd been watching Kathy. I'd been watching her for a few days now.
The uniforms that the girls wear are a little on the short side, skirt wise. It seemed to me that Kathy's skirt seemed to have suddenly shrunk an inch or two. I've actually seen my sisters do this trick. They'd leave the house wearing respectable skirts that our mother approved of and then, once out of her sight, those skirts would shrink. They'd roll up the waist band a couple of times, hiding the extra material behind their belts. Kathy, I was quite sure, was doing the same thing.
Not that I was complaining. It meant that I could see the flash of her bottom whenever she needed to bend down, or even if she was just standing and leaning on the counter. You'll note that I said bottom, not panties. It seemed she'd taken to wearing some sort of thong panties that left the cheeks of her bottom basically bare.
Kathy was also getting very flirtatious with the customers; with the male customers, anyway. I'd seen several women give her disapproving looks. I'd yet to see one of the men do the same.
It seemed to me that Kathy's hormones had kicked up a notch. She had, in my opinion, decided that the time had come to get laid, and she was sizing up all the men she met with this idea in the back of her mind. Not that there was anything wrong with that. She was eighteen and could bed anyone she chose to. Actually, seeing her in full cry, it seemed to me that the sooner she got bedded, the better.
Now at the place where we were currently working, when knock off time came the girls would promptly go home, bar one. One girl would stay behind to do the general cleaning up in the service area. At the same time, I'd be doing some cleaning up in the kitchen area. Tonight I noticed that it was Kathy's turn.
Knock off time came rolling around. I flicked off the external lights and the girls departed, letting the door lock behind them as they went. I headed back to the kitchen. I glanced around, making sure that I had managed to get everything cleaned up. Satisfied I turned to check on Kathy.
When it was Kathy's turn to clear up she had this little habit of relaxing against the counter, flopping forward over it as if exhausted, hoping someone else (me) would help tidy up. It didn't ever work, but she'd do it anyway. There she was, leaning over the counter, skirt riding high, bottom shining in the light. I moved up behind her.
I already had all my moves planned out, her high-riding skirt and thong panties just helping me out. She didn't hear me coming. The first inkling she had that I was there was when my finger hooked around the crotch of her panties and moved them to the side, leaving her mound fully exposed.
She didn't even have time to react before I was parting her lips and pushing my erection into place. Her lips closed nicely around my cock even while the first reaction was taking place.
She screamed with surprise. I ignored that and pushed a little, and now I was finding out that she was indeed a virgin. Then there was a second scream as she found herself an ex-virgin, or well on the way to being one.
I held still at that stage, wanting her vagina to get used to what had happened and what was about to happen. When she seemed about to let go with a third scream I interrupted it. I gave her pretty white bottom a hard slap.
"Will you stop that silly screaming?" I snapped at her.
She seemed to find it rather hard to express her feelings. She spluttered and stuttered and finally managed to get a sentence out. Not exactly a coherent sentence, but I got the gist. It went something like this.
"You, AH, what, stop, AH, hurts, take it out!"
From that I gathered she would prefer it if I didn't continue.
"Listen, Kathy," I said, speaking quietly and soothingly, "I've already started so I might as well finish. The painful bit is over now that I've popped you. You'll find the rest isn't nearly so bad. Give it a minute or two and you'll find yourself adjusting to what is happening and then we can get on with it."
As well as holding my cock steady within her, I was also rubbing her mound, keeping myself informed as to how she was progressing. I could already feel moisture forming inside her (assuming it wasn't all blood from her little popping of the cherry). Accordingly, I gave another little push.
She was indeed moist. Wet, even. When I pushed I could feel her tight little passage yielding, letting my cock slide a little deeper along what was now a slippery slope.
For some reason Kathy was being a trifle unreasonable. She didn't want to just relax and see what happened. She told me so in no uncertain terms.
"I understand," I said, with another gentle push, "but look at it from my point of view. It would be just plain wrong to pull out now, leaving you wondering what it would have been like. It has stopped hurting, now hasn't it?"
After that I ignored anything she might have to say while I concentrated on moving fully into position. I gave a small relieved sigh when my groin was firmly pressed against her mound.
"There, you see. That wasn't too bad, now was it? I'll stay like this while you get accustomed to me being in you."
There were a few more protests but they were more pro forma than real protests. She hadn't said yes so she just felt that she had to make a protest. I just held steady inside her, feeling her give a few cautious movements as she got herself into a slightly more comfortable a position.
When I thought she'd settled down I slowly pulled back, listening to the catch of her breath as I moved. She let out a squeaky gasp as I drove back into her. I held myself in her again for a moment, then started the same slow withdrawal. Thrusting back in I got the same squeak in reply but that was all.
"Listen, Kathy, if you don't put some effort into this we'll be here all night. Now, while I don't mind, I'd have thought that you had other things to do."
"What? I'm being raped," she exclaimed. "What am I supposed to do but lie here and suffer?"
"I can feel your pussy clinging to me," I pointed out. "Suffering is one thing you're not doing. Unfortunately, moving is another. When I push in I'll thank you to push back to meet me."
"Oh, really? And what will you do if I don't? Rape me?"
I gave her another friendly swat on the bottom.
"I can always beat the cadence for you, if you insist."
I pulled slowly back.
"Now push," I said encouragingly, driving back in nice and slow so she could get the hang of it.
She hesitated, but then pushed back against me, taking me deep with her.
"Good girl," I murmured, "and again."
Another long slow thrust and she met it smoothly.
"OK, let's just keep doing that for a little while."
She felt fine, her warm velvet wrapped around me, pleasuring me as I drove into her. For a while I maintained that nice slow pace, letting her get used to the feelings that were starting to surge through her. Listening, I could hear her breathing rate increase, not panting or gasping for air, but certainly breathing more heavily.
