When I was thirty I had a very short run as produce manager at the local grocery. It was just a monkey bridge from one phase of life to another and sometimes people need that. Little did I know that there were any perks to be had next to the lettuce and carrots.
Aisle 15 in the produce section, Wednesday afternoons around 3pm, turned out to be a weekly delight. Well, I should say, it started out as a curiosity and morphed into something else. I was alerted by the outgoing manager about the woman who made her regularly scheduled visit and when the angle was right would reveal a taste of her desirables. The manager let me know that he never approached her but he never looked away either.
He never said exactly what she did but promised me it would be memorable.
The whole thing made Wednesday seem like a special day. I didn't know how this would go down but was sort of anxious to find out. I knew the approximate time and planned what area I'd be stocking at that time. The lettuce bins seemed like the best bet, in the corner with a good view of everything else.
At 2:45 I got into position and moved lettuce around with no particular purpose and waited. There were a couple false sightings, based more on desire than reality. I really didn't know what to look for, my predecessor wanted it to be a surprise, but I was hoping it was every cute girl I saw. And then what? What was going to happen?
Finally, a woman, possibly in her late thirties, early forties, spent an inordinate amount of time at the cucumbers, looking at different varieties, weighing them and so on. What got my attention though were her occasional glances in my direction. She definitely was aware of my presence. She was quite a beauty with long dark hair, brown eyes, glasses and a killer bod that suggested that she took very good care of herself. She wore a light blue blouse with a short white skirt that highlighted her magnificent legs. She was very carefully put together.
While my arms went through aimless lettuce maneuvers my eyes stayed focused on her...and then it happened. Looking around to make sure I was her only audience, she teasingly pulled up her skirt with the left hand, revealing no panties, and eased the cucumber between her legs with the right. Holy shit, I could hardly believe it. She manipulated the cucumber to pleasure herself and then put it in a plastic bag and left the scene of the vegetable assault. Clearly, what she was getting off on was me, or whoever, watching her covert masturbation.
The next Wednesday it was the same, as I positioned myself in her audience. Obviously, the fewer people passing by the better the show. I eventually stopped pretending to reorganize the lettuce and smiled as I watched her perform, always one eye on the lookout for approaching customers.
One week I took a slightly different tact while watching. I subtly ran my hand up and down my crotch, in effect, masturbating with her and in response to her. This got her hotter yet and she visibly orgasmed and continued to do so in the next couple of weeks.
Ever curious, I upped the ante by going over to her in the middle of the act and whispering softly in her ear, "I love it. Can you come everyday?" I put the emphasis on 'come' and I heard "Uhhhhhh" and the cucumber did the rest.
Setting aside her hyper-sexuality, you're probably wondering what was wrong with me, flirting with danger and possibly losing my job. But I was not married to the job and my sexual curiosity was in full bloom. What she was doing was risky and my response was risky. At the time it seemed like a match made in heaven.
Here's an example of my thought processes in a nutshell: 'Man, she has great legs." Okay? So the thinking was hardly intellectual. Great legs, the cucumber, the exhibition...all good in my book.
The following week she showed up right on time with yet another short skirt and a penchant for cucumbers. As she pleasured herself I again approached and whispered softly in her ear: "You're making me horny as hell, I want to fuck you senseless." Then I casually went back to the lettuce. I expected her to walk away because that would be pushing the thrill too far.
I was wrong.
She walked right up to me and pressed her breasts against my chest and said, "I thought you'd never ask." That took the talk right out of me and, stunned, I said nothing in return. Then she reached down and surreptitiously took a handful of my balls. "Fuck me here."
"In the store?" I asked incredulously.
"Yes, in the store. I want this cock (she moved her hand)."
I had a stiffy so started racking my brain as to where I could do her and then it hit me; unless I needed help I was basically the only one back with the produce shipping containers. If I was careful, I might be able to pull it off.
"Follow me," I said to her, "and do whatever I say. That way we won't get caught." I made a beeline back behind the large watermelon crates. She said nothing and did whatever I asked and when I thought the sight line was safe I dropped my pants, told her to suck my dick and she did. I had to run my hands up and down those fabulous legs and she loved it when I teasingly stopped just a hair short of her money maker. Then I flipped up her skirt and went after it. Because I was so anxious about being caught I fucked her rapidly like a machine while she moaned softly. Ten minutes into the barrage I shot my wad up her back. Then I laid her down on the potato bags and orally finished her off.
We got our clothes quickly in order and went back out on the floor as if nothing had happened. It may have been brief but it was exciting as hell. She thanked me and left the store.
This went on interrupted for weeks. We had a time of it and I started thinking I had the best job a horny guy could ever have...ever...until the store manager called me into his office. I already sensed that someone had seen us and I was about to get the axe. Not quite...
"Sit down," he said ominously. "How is Ms. Cucumber?"
"Who's Ms. Cucumber?" I asked in earnest.
"The woman in the cucumber section," he said, deadpan.
"Oh, I didn't know her name," I said, actually not knowing her name. So far I was just a bystander observing a crime against vegetables.
"What about when you took her in the back?"
Trying to come up with something I said, "Well I was just trying to explain to her that she couldn't do that."
"Really?"
"Yes."
"Then why did you fuck her back there?"
That stopped me cold. How did he know that? My mind was racing. Finally, I gave up and asked, "How did you know that?"
"We have security cameras everywhere for safety and to monitor criminal behavior."
Fuck, I felt like a dope. Why wouldn't they have security cameras? Of course, it was a store!
"So you saw this all along?"
"Yes"
"Why didn't you step in until now?
He took a big pause here and smiled a little..."Because I enjoyed it."
"What?"
"I enjoyed watching you fuck that woman. Your predecessor never took the bait but she worked on him, believe me. But, ya, I liked watching you screw her over a bag of potatoes even though you were breaking health codes right and left."
