Lily knew she shouldn't think about those things. John had already paid her, and she had already committed to her part of the deal. That's it. She would just have to brace through and ignore her feelings. Yet, Lily couldn't stop thinking about those things. She hadn't known sex could feel so good. Her past experiences, clumsy sex with a boy from her village, couldn't be compared to what she had just experienced with John.
Yet, Lily felt conflicted. It wasn't even about the fact that John was her boss; John was old -- easily old enough to be her father. Lily imagined that a villager had somehow seen their private moment. That he or she had somehow observed the gray-bearded, gray-haired man with his head between her legs and his slim fingers, slick with her juices, pushing slowly in and out, in and out of her. Her moaning and whining. It was so dirty. Lily couldn't help herself. She touched herself to yet another orgasm before falling asleep.
V Dealing with the deal
Something had changed. Next morning, as soon as Lily set her eyes on John, she knew. They had a common secret now. Even though they didn't speak about it, the sexual tension was higher than ever. Lily anticipated John's next move: what would he do? When would it happen: during work or after? There were some customers in the shop as soon as they opened and they were busy. However, both of them anticipated the moment when they would be alone.
The moment came sometime before noon. The shop was suddenly quiet and, as soon as that happened, John came to Lily, who was standing by the counter, and, without a word, nonchalantly put his hand under her dress and inside the front of her panties.
"Sir, please, customers might come at any moment," Lily said, but at the same time she opened her legs a bit, leaning her back to the counter.
John didn't reply. He started teasing the girl's clit with his finger. She was getting wetter. Suddenly, he could see a villager walk past the shop window. By the time the shop's door opened and a little bell above the door jingled to announce a customer, John and Lily were already in separate parts of the shop, doing their tasks.
For Lily, the day felt long. John kept on teasing her by fingering her any chance he got, meaning any time they didn't have customers. To her shame, her panties were already soaking wet by the early afternoon, and yet John hadn't made her cum. He just kept on teasing her. At one point, Lily considered touching herself to orgasm in the toilet, but she didn't have the time. Maybe John would do something to her, to make her have her release, after work?
However, at the end of the day, John just dismissed her with, "Thank you for your work, Lily, and see you tomorrow."
Just as Lily was leaving through the back door, she heard John call her name. Her heart skipped a beat.
"Lily, one more thing," John said as he walked towards her.
"What is it, sir?" she asked.
"I'd like you not to touch yourself tonight. Actually, I'd like you to not masturbate at all until I give you permission to do so," John said, looking Lily firmly in the eye. He wasn't asking.
"Uh- yes, sir. I understand, sir," Lily replied, and left, feeling the wetness of her panties while she walked.
A few days passed. John repeated the same thing of teasing the girl by fingering her every day. Each morning, he asked her if she had masturbated. John chuckled to himself. She was such a poor liar. As soon as he asked the question, there was a small pause before she answered "no, sir" and her eyes darted around as if looking for an escape. The girl had put her fingers in that pretty, tight pussy every night alright, and probably masturbated several times. John became semi-hard at the thought, but he held on. He liked to tease and deny himself as well, but he had to admit, he wouldn't have been able to do so during the last few days if he hadn't studied those books about sexuality and erotica over the years.
Lily felt confused. She should have been glad that John hadn't done anything -- more to her during the last few days, but somehow she wasn't. Every day John had sent her home unsatisfied and with her panties embarrassingly wet, and to her greatest shame every day she had succumbed to her desires as soon as she got home. What confused her even more was, what did John get out of it?
The following morning was different. John called Lily to the office before they opened the shop.
John sat at the table, filling out some paperwork with his reading glasses on.
When Lily entered, John lifted his gaze and said, "Lily, I have one thing I'd like to ask you to do today."
"What is it, sir?" Lily asked, her heart pounding more than it should.
"I'd like you to go to the bathroom and remove your brassiere and panties. I'd like you to be without them today," John calmly explained.
"But, sir, what if somebody notices?" Lily asked, genuinely worried.
"I don't think that will happen. The material of the dress is quite thick and the hem is long enough," John said.
The girl still hesitated and said, "Sir, I don't think this was part of the deal."
"You're right about that -- but if you do that just for today, I shorten the deal by three days," John said.
That seemed to do the trick. The girl nodded and hurried to the bathroom. John smiled. He was looking forward to this day.
Lily felt embarrassed. She knew no-one would notice she wasn't wearing her underwear, but she knew. She felt the material of her shop assistant's dress rubbing her nipples and the air on her bare sex. John knew too, of course, and she could notice him eyeing her up hungrily as soon as she stepped out of the bathroom.
All day, Lily was feeling extremely self-aware. Usually, a few village boys visited the shop every day and based on their modest purchases, Lily knew they were actually coming because of her, to chat with her or just to be around a woman around their age. However, for some reason, today there were more young men visiting the shop than usual, and some of them even made a second visit, pretending to have forgotten to buy something. Surely they didn't know?
To make things worse, every time there was a quiet moment, John asked Lily to climb the ladder and stock the top shelves. She imagined he could see everything. She felt herself getting more aroused by the minute.
Finally, at the end of the day, John pulled down the blinds and locked the front door of the shop. Lily was still at the counter, having just finished counting the money in the cash register. They looked at each other and they both knew: it was time.
"Just stay right where you are, Lily," John said casually.
Lily did as she was told, her heart pounding. She noticed John approach her from behind. He wrapped his arms around her waist and held her tight. She could feel his strong erection pressing against her lower back over her dress. He felt so hard. Her heart pounded even harder.
John kissed her on her nape and murmured to her ear, "I've been watching you all day."
"I have noticed, sir," Lily replied, not knowing what else to say.
"I've also noticed how the boys watch you," John went on.
