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Time is always of the essence, so the ‘Call and Collect’ facility my local supermarket had introduced was a boon for busy people. I’d ordered some cases of beer and wine for an upcoming party, and, after leaving work later than usual, I pulled into the car park, hunting for a space. The place was busy, and I finally found a spot at the far end of the site, up against a high wall. I blipped the alarm and walked into the store. The collection point was near the front of the store, a male worker took my details and I showed him the order number on my phone- they even text the details to you so it’s more or less paperless. I smiled to myself at the efficiency of it all. He thanked me, telling me someone would bring the goods out shortly from the packing area at the rear of the store. As I waited I watched the shop-workers, busy and industrious. Their uniform consisted of an olive green dress, or jacket and trousers, with an orange check tabard over the top. Most of the female staff wore knee length etlik escort or just short of the knee dresses. My eye was taken by a young girl working in an aisle nearby. She was tall, must be over six feet, I thought, and the dress was meant for someone much shorter. She was reaching up to place stock on the top of the display units, and I was getting a good look at her pale blue knickers. They barely covered her cheeks. She was red in the face from the exertion, and I imagined a small trail of perspiration running down her back, running between those cheeks. She turned, picking up a large box, and reached up to place it on the shelf, this time I got an eyeful of her mound, the fabric tight, I could almost make out her pussy lips if I stared hard enough…. “Mr Smith?” I snapped out of my voyeurism, and looked around. A female assistant stood beside me, a small trolley at her side, loaded with goods. “Sorry, miles away. Is this mine?” “Yes, it is. I just need keçiören escort you to check and sign this…” with these words she bent to take a clipboard off the trolley, her head level with my crotch. “Oh, my goodness!” I looked down. I had been so engrossed in those blue knickers I’d started to harden, and the front of my trousers were tenting! The assistant grabbed the clipboard and stood, face flushed. I tried not to draw attention to my arousal, blindly checking the boxes and flourishing my signature on the paperwork. I handed it back to her. Her badge said ‘Brenda’. “Th.. thank you. Do you need help getting these to your car?” I started to say no, but Brenda said it was all part of the service, so I accepted her offer. She pushed the trolley, and I walked behind. She was much older than me, attractive in her own way, hair coloured and neat. A little matronly, I thought, but still found my eye drawn to Brenda’s backside as she pushed the trolley. I directed kızılay escort her to the corner spot where I was parked. I was still sporting a semi, it had been a week or so since I’d last had sex, and the image of that girl’s mound was embedded on my mind. I unlocked the doors, pulling open the rear door and helping to unload the goods into the back of my Range Rover. The goods all packed away, I led Brenda along by the wall, so we were shielded from the other cars. “I’d like to give you something for helping me, Brenda.” “That’s kind, Mr Smith, but we aren’t allowed to accept tips.” “I was thinking of giving you more than just ‘the tip’…” I dropped my gaze to my semi erect cock. Her gaze followed. “Oh, my goodness!” At this point I was expecting a hard slap, or a scream. Instead, she looked around, bit her lip, then placed her hand on my bulge. “That’s very generous of you, sir.” I pulled open the passenger door, shielding us from view, and pushed her back against the passenger seat. One of the functions of the car was the dropped parking suspension, lowering the car to make it easier to get in and out of. In the lower position, it was the ideal height for a fuck. I leaned forward, kissing Brenda hard as my hands tore at the poppers on the front of her dress.
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