Sue gently rubbed her clitoris, sparks of pleasure making her body quiver and jump beneath the pale bed covers. Her eyes were tightly shut as she drew closer to orgasm and imagined her manageress cornering her in the basement stockroom of the stationers. Miss Sear’s lips were pressed to hers in a heated embrace that filled her with longing. She was pinned to the wall by the older woman’s body, held in place as hands explored her chest, toyed with her small breasts.
The movement of Sue’s finger quickened and its pressure increased on her clitoris as her mind’s eye was filled with the erotic scenes of fantasy. Her breathing grew with her lust, skin becoming flushed, back arching slightly as the orgasm built to a crescendo and then rolled warmly out through her body in intensely pleasing waves.
Her finger’s movement slowed and a satisfied smile curled her thick lips. Sue’s eyes opened and she stared up at the ceiling, the room coated with a soft orange glow from the streetlight outside. She savored the sensations as her thoughts turned to the next time she’d see Miss Sear; at work the following day.
Slowly sleep came upon her, its peacefulness aided and abetted by the gentle tapping of rain upon the window pane.
The next day Sue stood at the till behind the white counter at the front of the shop. She’d been working at the stationer’s for nearly three months and her staff assessment was due at any time. The other two shop-floor staff, Kerry and Clare, were down in the basement stockroom and Miss Sear was on her lunch break. Sue had been left alone, but didn’t want to have to call the manageress down from the staff lounge, especially after she’d confidently told Sue that she’d fit in just fine. It wasn’t that she couldn’t handle the till, she was just worried about customer inquiries which she’d be unable to answer. As it turned out, this worry was well founded.
“Do you have any A4 address books in brown leather?” asked the elderly lady with a sour face cross-hatched by deep wrinkles, a white bobble hat covering most of her grey curls.
“Erm . . .” responded Sue awkwardly, glancing over at the door on the other side of the store which led to the stairwell and nervously toying with a length of jet black hair, hoping that one of her co-workers would appear.
“Well?” demanded the old lady impatiently.
Sue flushed, partly in annoyance and partly in frustration. She wasn’t supposed to leave the till unattended and certainly wasn’t supposed to leave the shop floor completely devoid of staff. If she was caught doing so then Miss Sear would soon take back her vote of confidence.
“I’ll go and check for you,” said Sue after a moment’s thought.
She signed off the till and stepped around the counter, nearly tripping over the old woman’s tartan shopping basket.
“Could you hurry up,” said the old lady.
Sue strode down the aisle of envelopes to the rear of the shop and opened the white, “staff only” door.
“Kerry? Clare?” she called down the stairwell, hearing her voice echo slightly up the stairs to the first floor where the staff lounge and office were located and then back down to the basement door below.
There was no answer.
Sue looked back along the aisle as she held the door open. The old lady glared back at her and then glanced meaningfully at her watch.
Sue rolled her eyes and trotted down the stairs after quickly looking round the shop, seeing only two other customers on this dreary Wednesday morning.
When she reached the bottom Sue was confronted by lines of heavily stocked shelves. It was then, as she peered down the length of the stockroom trying to catch a glimpse of her coworkers, that Sue heard the faint sounds of Kerry moaning.
Sue quickly walked further into the depths of the long room and as she drew closer to the noises her pace slowed. The sounds were of pleasure, and deep pleasure if she was any judge.
The moans and groans were coming from around the next line of shelves. Sue wasn’t brave enough to step round and come face to face with whatever was going on between the piles of box files and diaries so she quietly stepped down the aisle beside her.
With pulse quickening, Sue tried to find a gap in the piles of stock where she’d be able to spy what was happening on the other side of the shelving.
She suddenly went still. Between the piled reams of paper she saw them. Kerry was leaning against the shelves opposite, her head back as she continued to make sounds of pleasure, strands of long, strawberry blonde hair sticking to the sweat on her forehead. Her black trousers were nowhere in sight, her smooth, white hips and legs revealed.
Clare’s head was buried between Kerry’s parted legs and Sue could hear the sounds of her tongue lapping and probing greedily, her hands reaching up to fondle her friend’s large breasts beneath the white blouse Kerry was still wearing. Kerry’s fingers held Clare’s bobbed brown hair as she let the sexual excitement consume her.
Sue felt the heat rise between her legs as she watched Clare’s head rhythmically moving as she lapped at Kerry’s moist lips. She longed to see the soft vagina with Clare’s tongue parting it seductively.
She slid her right hand down the front of her black skirt and inside the lilac thong she was wearing. Her finger gently parted her already moist lips and softly ran their length as she continued her eager voyeurism.
The fingers of Clare’s right hand held Kerry open and Sue glimpsed the glistening pink lips of the other woman before she moved her tongue to the wetness once again.
Sue’s index finger slid inside her and she reached out to support herself with her left hand. The shelf before her creaked ever so slightly and Kerry’s head lifted. The two women’s gazes locked immediately and a thin smile appeared on Kerry’s face as Sue blushed and quickly pulled her hand from her knickers and skirt.
“Lick me harder,” said Kerry breathlessly, her eyes never leaving Sue’s.
Sue turned and left the stockroom as quickly and quietly as possible, her cheeks burning. She reached the shop floor feeling very flustered and took a few deep breaths to calm herself as she made her way back to the till.
When she arrived at the till point she discovered the old woman had left the store. “Old bag,” she mumbled under her breath as she looked at the monitor behind the counter which was linked to a recently installed security camera. It pictured the far corner of the shop, an area all but hidden from sight. A teenager was loitering, fingering the various stationery products before him. Sue watched him intently until he finally left the corner and then the shop.
By the time Clare and Kerry emerged from their special encounter in the stockroom Sue was serving a businessman in a pin-stripe suit and was completely over her previous embarrassment.
Miss Sear returned from lunch. She strode up to the till point while running her hand through her short brown hair. “How’s it been down here?” she asked with a smile.