It was a boring bank holiday. It was a boring bank holiday and she was stuck at work. It was glorious weather outside so everyone was out in the country, at the beach or generally having healthy outdoor fun - so no-one was going to come into a motorbike clothing store to buy 'Reduced Winter Clothing' as the sign exclaimed!
She had pulled the short straw and was stuck at work. It was just her in the shop and Julie in the office doing the admin. She hadn't had a customer since earlier in the morning so the afternoon was dragging.
She sat on the counter dangling her legs, letting her sandals slip off. Staff weren't 'allowed' to sit on the counters but in her bored frame of mind she didn't care. The manager was a real prick. Always picking on the petty things people did wrong and always staring at the girls legs and cleavages. He wouldn't want me sitting on this counter but I bet he'd love the view up my skirt she thought.
She looked down at her feet. She'd just had a pedicure. Her neatly painted blue toes looked good against her silver toe rings. Her shaved legs showed her summer tan off well. She lifted her leg up resting her foot on the counter, her skirt slid down to her waist exposing her thighs.
Yes, she thought, if the boss was here now I bet he wouldn't bitch about me sitting on the counter! She swayed her raised leg from side to side flashing her g-string to her imaginary, lecherous boss.
The automatic doors swished open. Oops, back to reality. She slid down from the counter and slipped on her sandals. She looked over to the customer who'd just entered and smiled. She opened her mouth about to greet him but he went straight to the clothing racks and started browsing.
She pretended to be busy around the counter but her eyes were fixed on the clock above the counter.
"Three bloody hours left" she said under her breath. She slouched onto the counter and groaned.
Her sigh was louder than she thought and the customer heard her. He looked over to see the assistant leant forward over the sales desk. Her skirt raised above her knees, she was on tip toes which tightened the muscles in her calves.
Mmmm she looked good he thought.
"Excuse me Miss" he said.
She lifted herself up and smiled.
"Yes, can I help?" she asked.
She was attractive too he thought. Thin, tanned and nice pert tits.
"Er yeah - these leather pants, on special are they?"
He didn't really want them but he did fancy having a chat with this hot assistant.
They weren't on offer but she was fed up and it seemed like a good excuse to get one over on the boss for making her work on such a lovely day.
"Yep, sure are" she grinned to herself.
"Would you like to try them on? There's a changing room over there" she pointed to the little curtain at the rear of the shop.
He flicked through the rack to find his size and walked over to the booth. She followed.
"Take your time, we're not busy in case you hadn't noticed" she joked.
He smiled back and stepped into the booth. Cool, he thought. Not busy so she'll be glad of a bit of company. His mind was occupied with her legs as he slipped his jeans off. His stiffening cock resting on his thigh reminded him he wasn't wearing any underwear.
"Bugger, forgot about that" he said to himself.
"You okay there sir?" she asked stepping towards the curtain.
"Yes, yes fine thanks" he quickly replied turning his back incase she pulled back the drape.
Now that he had turned his back to her she saw through the gap the mirrored reflection of his hardening cock as he pulled the pants up.
Mmmmm, nice she thought at the unexpected but very pleasant surprise. But she shouldn't be looking. She had a boyfriend waiting at home for her. Perhaps one more peek. She craned her neck for a better look.
He was struggling to get the pants up as his mind was pre-occupied with thoughts of her legs. He wondered if she was wearing panties. Was she shaven? What were her tits like? All these dirty thoughts were having a very uncomfortable effect on his cock. He was fully erect now. He grinned as he looked down at his shaven shaft and balls, he did like the look of his own cock. Damn he'd love to get her in here now, lift up her skirt and...
She was wide-eyed as she peered at this guy. What a sexy cock, she thought. Damn I'd love to go in there now, slide his pants off and...
He pulled up the pants and carefully zipped them up over his stiff cock and walked out into the showroom.
"What do you think, fit okay?" He did a teasing twirl.
She was transfixed with the bulge in his pants.
"Yes, very nice" she flirted back.
He couldn't think of anything else to say. Shit, he thought. His bravado was fading and he was conscious that he was starting to blush.
"Ok then, I'll take them."
