I got a job stacking shelves at the supermarket during the Summer holidays of my second year at College. Judging by my antics and expenditure during my first year I was going to need the cash. I was 20 years old and spending nights filling shelves was hardly my idea of fun but then beggars can't be choosers, can they? Besides which, as I found out towards the end of my stint there, there can be some unexpected fringe benefits to the job. Namely a blonde single mother called Diane who gave me the most memorable week of my life. Let me tell you the story....
It wasn't a huge supermarket, not one of the big chains, but it was still sizeable enough and there were about ten of us who worked various shifts in keeping all the stock up to date. They were a descent bunch and for the night, graveyard shift from 10pm through to 7am there were only ever two of us on. Most of them were a good bit older than me but there were a couple of girls around about my age and I got on pretty well with them, laughing and fooling around, like I say it was a good place to work, a very relaxed atmosphere. Diane (or Di as everyone called her) was just past her thirtieth birthday but had a very youthful demeanour and it always felt she was nearer my age than thirty. She was a good looking girl, she had loose unkempt looking blonde hair that somehow always seemed to look enticing, her pale blue eyes appeared to always be amused and she just was always good fun to be around and good company. However, she didn't have the greatest record with guys and had a two year old son from a failed marriage and I knew she had seen a few guys since then. She wasn't the best looking of the girls I worked with, that would have been Sarah, a stunning red head, who was also going to college but was very friendly with Diane, but there was just something about Diane that automatically attracted you to her. Though I was nobody to be judging others by looks, I wasn't ugly but nothing more than decent. I was six feet tall, thin, had dark hair with highlights (which I thought were cool at the time) a perpetually confused looking expression on my face. Ah, the joys of a Scholarly life!
MONDAY
Anyway, it was the start of my last full week on that Monday when I came trudging into the store for night shift, I was tiring of stacking groceries and the like and wanted to return to the life of studies and parties (more particularly the parties) that had been my Freshman year. No offence to the store and the town but by then it really didn't hold much for me, but I would miss some of the folks from the store but I was glad I was rostered to be on with Di that week as we always had a good laugh when we were on together. The guys that had been on the shift before us were, understandably, in a rush to get on with their nights and it wasn't ten minutes or so later that only the two of us were in the store and wheeling out our trolleys of items to place on shelves. I was working away at the magazine shelves, taking off old issues and putting up new ones and the first couple of hours dragged on, Di was over the far side of the store doing toiletries (generally the first two hours was when most work got done, after our first break we would work closer and talk more and less got done). I had got to the Men's Style magazines and was staring at a really hot picture of Jennifer Love Hewitt on the front of the glossy when I heard a cough behind me.
I started guiltily and turned to find Diane standing behind me holding a cup of coffee out to me and a mischievous grin spread across her face. She peered at the cover and spoke in her cheeky sing-song voice.
"Like her do you?"
There was almost a challenge in her voice so with maximum bravado and flirt I fired back.
"I wouldn't kick her out of bed anyway!"
"Hmmm, got a thing for brunettes with big boobs, do you?"
Quick as a flash I answered back.
"Hey I'm an equally opportunity admirer, I love blondes with big boobs too!"
Which was met by Di glancing obviously down at her own more than ample chest hidden in the company uniform and saying.
"I'll bet you do!"
I think I flushed at that and she realising that, handed me my mug of coffee and took the magazine from my hands. She flicked through it to the photo shoot of Jennifer and lingered over the really hot pictures of her in lingerie and showing her mightily impressive cleavage to great effect. She held open a double page spread that saw Jen on hands and knees all but showing her magnificent tits.
"I bet you'd jerk off to something like this. I bet you would!"
I guess I may have blushed some more but the girls, especially Sarah and Di were not shy about speaking about sex usually and I didn't mind. But I knew something was different here, The way she looked at me while she said it, the challenging tone to her voice. It was all different from normal. Still, seeing attack as the best form of defence I pointed to a magazine on the rack with Brad Pitt smiling out of the front of a Woman's Periodical and joked back.
"Yeah and you would over him too, don't pretend you wouldn't!"
Diane just smiled and plucked the magazine from the rack , passing Jennifer to me en route. She held the magazine before her and deliberately traced her free hand across her breasts, allowing a slight sigh to escape, sexily from her lips. I knew this would be something special, I just didn't know what.
"Well why don't we see Alan? Let's you and me have a jerk off, see which of us is quickest to get off."
I stared gaping at her, there was no doubt she was serious, just the way she held my eyes showed me that, she was daring me to agree and why the hell wouldn't I? Watch a hot blonde co-worker masturbate while I did the same? It sounded too good to be true. Besides what did I have to lose, in one weeks time I would blow this job and town behind.
