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At Work

A long time before I met my husband and when I was just a teenager I was working in a clothes shop in my home town. It was a quiet place especially on Tuesday mornings and many of those mornings were spent watching the clock but there is one that I always remember and a story my husband loves to hear me tell. That morning I was supposed to work with Sharon she wasn’t a manager but a key holder and she was only a few years older than me but she turned up told me she wasn’t well and had to go to the doctors but would be back before lunchtime and it was a few months later when I found out she had to make a dash to get the morning after pill. Anyway I was in the shop on my own which was no bother as it was always quiet on a Tuesday morning and I figured as long as she is back to let me go for lunch I will be fine. I was bored at first and as usual watching the clock until a man came in for a pair of jeans. He was in his late thirties or early forties I guess and I was only 16 so he towered over me when he came to the counter and asked could he try a pair on. I showed him to the changing rooms and stood outside as I was trained to do and I heard him call for help and asked did I have a different size in the same jean and I went and got him another pair. I had them in my hand when he pulled across the curtain and he was stood in the jeans that were a tight fir but he had forgotten to button the fly. I couldn’t help but look and I knew he had seen me staring into the hole because I was shocked at what I saw. I was sure I could see his **** and I was sure he knew I had seen it. There was an eerie silence as we both froze until he said is that the other pair and I said yes and held them out to him but what happened next changed my usually dull Tuesday morning. Without flinching and obviously knowing what I had been looking at he removed his jeans and there it was poking out from his boxer shorts was his rising ****. He must have been turned on by an attractive teenager seeing his pride and joy and was determined to show me more. I don’t know what it was about him maybe his desire to show me but when he took the other pair and slipped his legs into them he went to pull them up and the words left my mouth. I have no idea why I said it or what came over me I guess being a teenager you can be either brave or shy and you have no idea from one moment to the next which you will be but in that moment I was confident enough to say you’ll never get them on over that referring to what was then a large hard on. That broke the ice a little and he laughed and in that moment we both knew it was there and there was no hiding it. So there I was standing looking into a changing room with a man probably twenty or more years older than me standing with his hard **** clearly on show and protruding from his underwear and maybe then even as a young girl I was fascinated by a man’s **** because I took two steps forward and said, let me help you. He was stood still holding his new jeans half way up his thighs when I held out my hand and touched it. Just the top of it at first and I stroked it like a cat. I had seen some ***** before but had never before touched one with my hand. I’ve always had and been complimented on my long painted nails but back then I was into my french polish so the white tips of my fingernails stood out as I stroked it some more. There was a calm atmosphere neither of us thought anyone would disturb us and both of us were intrigued about what was happening but had I known then what I know now I would have wrapped my fingers around him and rubbed him to a climax but back then there in that changing room I was just interested in the feel of it in my fingertips and how it danced when I removed my hand and jerked each time I stroked it but the man must’ve lost his patients when he dropped the jeans releasing his hands and he put his hand on top of mine and wrapped it round so I had his **** in my grip. He then slid my hand back and forth up and down his shaft increasing in speed. I watched in amazement as the man the stranger I just met the man old enough to be my dad and the man whose name I did not know taught me at 16 to give a *******. He stroked his **** with my hand and then as he began to grunt a little he moved my fingers up to the tip and rubbed them furiously against his knob and I knew what was ******* but I didn’t expect him to grab at me. I was wearing a little tight pink low cut top and although my boobs weren’t as big as they are now they were sizeable and just as his **** began to throb he grabbed at my top. I tried to pull away a bit but he had my hand held tight so I was unable to step back and I just remember the feeling of his hand forcing its way inside my bra. At first I didn’t like it he was a stranger and he was a man and he was very aggressive the way he shoved it in but as his **** began to spurt out onto the floor of the changing room his grip lessened until he was gently massaging my bare breast in one hand and rubbing my fingers into his *** on with the other and again as his tension eased I relaxed until he let go of my hand but I continued to rub my fingers in the *** that was still oozing out. I let him grope me for what seemed like ages as his **** became less hard and I suppose me letting him grope me gave him the sign that he could see my **** but back then that too was a shock and so when I finally removed my hand from his **** the hand that was covered in his *** he stepped towards me avoiding the mess on the floor and just pulled my top and bra down exposing my pert 16 year old breasts to him. I froze and gulped not knowing what to do or where to look as I stood with my nipples exposed to the air and to the man I had just jerked off. He smiled at me and I looked down towards my chest. I saw his hands play with my **** and then I felt his warm mouth take in my nipples. It went from being scary to being erotic in seconds as my nipple felt like it had burst into flames with the warmth of his tongue. I was in heaven and if truth be told I was soaking wet in my pants and had he wanted more I would probably have let him **** me and I was a virgin as I stood there that day looking down at the older man sucking my **** but then we heard a noise. His head lifted with a look of shock that turned his red face pale and he shuffled his old trousers back on whilst I pulled my top back up to cover my chest and walked out to the shop floor. My legs were shaking my ***** was throbbing and my hands trembling when I saw a woman. My heart was pounding and my face red but she looked around like many did and then left. Behind me came the man who also left without saying a word without buying anything from the shop and leaving the two pairs of jeans lying on the changing room floor next to his load of *** that I helped him to expel. I felt proud that I had done that and from when I got my first boyfriend until now I love giving handjobs
NicciGreene NicciGreene 36-40, F 16 Responses Sep 30, 2010

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dear god what a hot story....thanks

Great story. Reminds me of an experience I had at a clothing store.

Great story and so well written

Great story, well written, and HOT!!

Graet story thanks for sharing it.

I've read your books Nicci Greene and you are a hot and naughty woman, thanks for sharing

Hot story - let me know if you ever get a job in a clothing store near me! lol

well done

Very hot!

Hot, I love a great hand job and enjoy ******* for a woman that loves to watch it *** out...

that is hot .. I had a few good times in a change room ...

sexcellent story

Well, i guess i must be an oldtimer. I have a little problem about that guy. Just bug about the fact that he effctivly could be your father. Probably because i have a daughter about that age ;) But with your point of view, that is an hot story.

i admire your boldness. too bad i have never had a sales assistant like you :)

did it help later on in life

Great Story..