She wasn't sure who, if anyone, was to blame. Did she start it that day in the changing room? Or was it him and the way he looked at her? It wasn't really important in the grand scheme of things, but people seemed to be interested. Margaret had worked there for almost twenty years. The hours suited her when the kids were small. And the extra money was nice when they were older and she could work more. Now, after the divorce, it paid the bills and kept her busy. Stocking shelves and sitting a till was never her chosen career, but the staff were friendly. Some of them were almost like a second family after all these years.
He had started there just six months before, almost half her age, a twenty something go getter on the fast track management program. You know the type, chiseled jaw, fast car, gym body, dating a would be model. In this case he was seeing one of the other assistant managers, a tall thin angular stick of a woman with the body of a fashion model, and she made sure everyone knew it. The pair of them were so wrapped up in themselves that neither of them even knew Margaret existed. If they had, then perhaps that skinny bitch would have closed the changing room door, and none of this would have happened.
It was a Monday, early evening, Margaret had pampered herself that weekend and been on a shopping spree. The new black satin bra and thong she was wearing were far from her usual choice of underwear. But since she had started chatting to guys online her confidence and desires had started to grow. Instead of the usual sports bra to hide her 38DD breasts, she bought a sexy uplift bra which made them stand out. Guys had been looking at them all day long as she sat at the till, which had confused her at first, but by the afternoon she had begun to enjoy the attention.
Margaret was going to see a friend straight from work, and didn't want to spend the evening in her uniform, so went to the ladies changing room after her shift. There was no-one else around as she opened her locker and took out her jeans and T shirt. But somewhere in the distance she could hear voices, getting louder as they came nearer. She began unbuttoning her white blouse, the buttons stretching over her large bosom almost popped free as she released them one by one, working her way down to the waist of her pencil skirt.
The door opened behind her and the voices continued discussing something that they no doubt thought was so very important. Margaret turned and stood in the doorway with her back to the room, was that skinny bitch, and beyond her out in the corridor was the hot new assistant manager. Margaret turned to face them, wondering when she was going to close the fucking door and pulling the rest of her blouse from the waist of her skirt. Then she noticed he was watching her, his eyes glued to her gaping blouse and the big soft breasts bulging from the black satin bra inside.
Looking back, Margaret was shocked by her own reaction. It seems she didn't even think about it, she just watched the handsome young man watching her as she unfastened the last button on her blouse and slipped it back off her shoulders. He stood open mouthed watching her over his girlfriends shoulder as Margaret carefully folded the delicate white shirt and lay it on the bench next to her jeans. Then she twisted to one side, unfastened the zip on the right hip of her skirt, and wriggled it down over her bottom. Margaret was a little shorter than average, a little fuller figured than average and had just a bit of a belly. But she was perfectly proportioned and as the young manager watched her bending down to pick up her skirt the words "Fuck me!" leaked in a whisper from his lips. The skinny princess turned to see what he was looking at and saw Margaret stood in just her bra and panties on the other side of the room, her arms up in the air, tying her long wavy brown hair back into a ponytail.
The changing room door slammed shut and raised voices launched into a full on fight outside. Blushing outrageously and feeling so very naughty, Margaret stepped into her jeans and wriggled them up over her wide hips, then slipped her T shirt on over her head. As she left the room they were still outside bickering. They fell silent when she appeared, and Margaret was made uncomfortably aware of just how much her T shirt showed off her figure as the pair of them looked at her, then her tits, before kicking off the fight once again as she walked away.
Margaret told her friend all about it over a bottle of wine that evening, and they laughed so hard. "You should fuck him," her friend suggested.
"What?" she replied, genuinely shocked "No, I couldn't, he's a baby... why would he...?"
"He's a big boy now, and from what you say he really wants to fuck you, so why not, your young free and single, go have some fun while you can." They drank more wine and had a good laugh, then Margaret took a cab home. The next day she woke with a hangover, but had a the day off so no harm. She logged on to her favorite chat site and told one or two guys that started chats with her about what happened. They all agreed with her friend, and told her to "fuck the lucky son of a bitch!"
Margaret arrived at work feeling strangely excited, there were butterflies in her tummy and her new favorite bra and panties under her uniform. When she heard the gossip about the big fight the perfect couple had, and the mystery woman, she was both scared and excited. She thought all morning about what she should do, if anything. She could hear her friend in her ear, the strangers on the chat, her own voice in her head telling her she wanted, no needed this. And when she found out that the skinny bitch wasn't in, but he was upstairs in his office...
At long last her lunch break came around, she made excuses and slipped away from her friends, looking around like a schoolgirl sneaking off for a ciggy as she climbed the stairs. She stood outside his office, her heart thumping in her chest, just taking a moment. Looking down she smoothed out her skirt, tucked in and arranged her tight blouse, then unfastened the top button. Her shirt gaped and the soft full breasts almost burst from within. Then she knocked on the door.
"Come." His voice called from inside, and Margaret took a deep breath, twisted the door handle, and stepped into the small room. She had no idea what she was expecting as she leaned back, closing the door behind her. But the expression on his face, the blush that flushed his cheeks and the way he looked her up and down hungrily, gave her just the confidence boost she needed. He had seen her almost naked and was clearly looking at her tight uniform in a whole new light now. She took a couple of steps to arrive at the side of his desk.
"I hope I'm not disturbing you Mr Burgess?" Margaret said softly, and the young man shook his head "Oh good..." she continued, "because I heard about what happened the other day, and I just wanted to say, if that was anything to do with me? I'm sorry!"
