Horny Checkout Lady

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Brenda was a till operator at the local supermarket. I recognised her while I was shopping from when I used to work on the door at a local nightclub. She was a good bit older than me and the other lads used to work her when she came in. Apparently she’d been a bit of a lass in her time and they always said she liked dick. She always acted dead embarrassed when she came in but you could see she loved the attention. I never used to join in, I was always the quiet one of the group, but there was still something about her that secretly turned me on. Maybe it was the long legs or knowing she was experienced or that hint of decadence that she had about her. Whatever it was it never came to anything while I worked there. I just used to do my stint take the money and disappear home at the end of the night.

So I was at the checkout one Saturday afternoon and I was helping the lady in front to fill her bags after offering to help. She gladly accepted and they both noted to each other what a rare occurrence it was for someone to help out. Brenda also added “You can come shopping with me anytime.” I just smiled back. The lady in front paid and left and Brenda began to check my stuff through the till.

“So when are we going shopping then?” she asked as my stuff rang through.

“Anytime you like” I replied, “Unless of course you’d like to go for a drink instead?”

“That’s sounds much better, I’d love to” she replied eagerly.

“What about tonight at 8:30, I know it’s a bit short notice..”

“No, no, that’s fine” she broke in, “Whereabouts?”

“What about the Drovers Rest, it’ll be a bit quieter than the town and we can have a proper chat.”

“Sounds great, I’ll see you there.” She handed me my change and I left for home feeling a bit pleased with myself.

I made it to the pub on time and she was fashionably late by about 5 minutes. She looked great as she got out of the taxi, the uniform had been swapped for a fitted knee length button up navy blue dress with charcoal nylons and black stilettos. We got on well over drinks but she didn’t remember me from my days on the door until I brought the subject up.

When I reminded her she finally twigged.

“I remember you now,” she said “You were always the quiet one at the back, how come you weren’t a loudmouth like the rest of them?”

“I always liked to keep a low profile and be the unknown entity, people didn’t know what they were dealing with then.”

“Very wise, in fact out of all of them you were the one I used to fancy.”

“Used to?” I asked and she blushed a little.

“Well you know what they say about the quiet one’s” she replied.

As closing time drew near we got a taxi back towards town to drop her off at her place. As it got near she invited me in for the obligatory coffee and I didn’t refuse. The taxi driver smiled at me knowingly as I tipped him and I followed her into the house. It was a nice place she had, her own, which she had bought with the divorce money she had got when she split from her husband a few years before. I slumped into the comfy sofa as she went off into the kitchen to make the coffee and she returned a couple off minutes later with two mugs and sat next to me on the sofa. We chatted some more as we sipped at the freshly roasted coffee.

“Do you find me attractive?” she suddenly asked out of nowhere.

“Very” I replied honestly.

“Then why don’t you kiss me?” she enquired further.

I didn’t reply, instead I put down my cup leant across and began to kiss her just as she had asked.

It was long and wet and our tongues intertwined as we continued, our hands roaming over each others bodies. Eventually we broke off and she looked into my eyes.

“Please, stay the night” she asked.

“I’d love to” I replied.

We kissed again and my hand crept round to the front of her dress and began to undo her buttons at the top as her hand slid along my thigh. Things were beginning to get pretty hot and our kissing became more and more eager. Slipping a hand inside her dress after undoing the first three buttons I began to fondle her breast over the silky material of her bra before slipping it inside to feel her stiff nipple between my fingers. She gasped lightly as I rubbed it while she began to rub my growing erection through my trousers. She undid my belt and unzipped me as I continued to do the same to her other breast. Her hand crept beneath the elasticated top of my boxers and she gripped my solid dick and I let out a little moan of relief, god it felt so good as she began to toss me off.

Meanwhile I had removed my hand from the front of her dress and began to caress her knees with it before sliding it slowly up her leg underneath her dress. She parted her legs slightly in anticipation to allow my hand to continue its journey and as I slid it further along her nylon clad thighs I was delighted to find she was wearing stockings beneath her dress. I caressed the smooth skin above her stocking tops and played with her suspenders and stocking tops for awhile before venturing my hand further. She offered no resistance as I did so. She continued to toss me off as my hand reached her panties and I began to stroke her pussy through the soft lacy gusset. I could feel the heat of her and quickly she became very damp and the wetness started to seep through the thin cloth. I removed my hand briefly to undo a couple of buttons at the bottom of her dress to allow me easier access before returning it to her hot mound. She sighed as I continued to rub her through the material, my fingers pushing further and further but always just held at bay by the lace. I pulled her knickers to one side with my thumb and ran my fingers through her soft pubic hair before starting to rub along the length of her wet gash with my middle finger. She gasped as I began and then moaned as I slid it deep inside her pink folds.

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