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It was just another normal day in the cheese aisle when I first noticed her. Customers came and went as normal buying all manner of chilled foods. The queue at the deli ebbed and flowed as people clamoured for cheese, cold meats and fresh pizzas. It was my job to manage the staff and ensure all the shelves were fully stocked. In hindsight I didn’t pay too much attention the first time, but after four days of seeing her visit my aisles I knew every curve of her body! On day one she bought milk and a pot of soured cream. I only noticed the colour of her hair that time; golden blonde and cascading over her shoulders to half way down her back. On day two she bought some yoghurts. As she bent over the chilled cabinets to retrieve the last pack of strawberry fromage frais I couldn’t help but notice the shape of her legs in the tight pair of jeans she was wearing. Well, that wasn’t the only thing I noticed either. There was also her full and very obviously firm breasts which I could see swaying beneath her as she bent over to pick up the pack from the back of the bottom shelf. I was sure she wasn’t wearing a bra. Whether she was or wasn’t wearing one; I know she looked utterly divine. When she stood up, yoghurt in hand, and turned to place it in her trolley, she glanced in my direction. Like it or not, I was utterly caught out quite obviously staring at her. My heart skipped a beat as she smiled at me. All I could do was turn bright red and attempt to smile back before she was gone in the direction of the checkouts, probably without a second thought to the girl she had caught checking her out. The first visit to my aisles by the mystery blonde was normal. I put the second visit down to sheer co-incidence. When she walked in again on day three and started looking at the cooked hams I began to think this was becoming more than just the co-incidence I first thought it was. Today she was wearing a white summer dress that fell just above her knees and her hair was tied back in a pony tail. She looked amazing and I couldn’t help but gaze again at her legs as she stood contemplating whether to buy honey roast or breaded ham. She turned in my direction, letting me see the tiniest flicker of a grin, before bending down to select her ham of choice. If I wasn’t sure the day before, I was certain now. This girl was definitely not wearing a bra. As she leant forward I could clearly see her stunning and completely yummy looking breasts down the top of her dress. He nipples looked like gorgeous glace cherries that were ripe to be kissed and enjoyed. I gazed in amazement and complete lust as she paused for a moment at just the most perfect angle to allow me to see down the top of her dress before standing up and popping the ham in her basket. I’m sure my jaw was on the floor. I’m also sure she knew exactly what she was doing. Mystery girl then walked straight towards güvenilir bahis me. I was frozen like stone, unable to move as she approached me. At that moment I think I’d have gibbered complete rubbish if she’d actually spoken to me. Instead she gave me just the biggest smile imaginable, followed by a playful wink, before walking straight past me and off towards the checkouts again. There was no mistake about it this time. The smile and wink were definitely for me. I went home that evening and lay awake in bed dreaming very sexy thoughts about my mystery girl. I sincerely hoped she’s be in the next day too. Mystery girl’s visits to the store had all been late afternoon. The following day dragged horribly while I waited for her. Minutes seemed like hours and hours like days. I hoped the waiting wasn’t in vain. I had no pleasure at all in my daily work routine. Stock control, rotation of dates, staff management. All were boring that day. Besides, I had other things on my mind. I had the sorts of thoughts that once they’re there you can’t get rid of them too easily. I’d touched myself over and over the night before, trailing my fingers over my tummy and inner thighs, dreaming of mystery girl kissing my bare skin. Her lips finally meeting mine as her fingers worked slowly in and out of me. My own fingers circled my clit over and over as I brought myself to slow orgasm as I thought of her kissing and licking my pussy. Those thoughts hadn’t left me at all the following morning. My staff sensed I was somewhat distracted throughout the day. If only they knew why! Instead of having a coke and chat with colleagues as I normally do on my afternoon tea break, I went to the ladies and stood in front of the mirror over the sinks. I topped up my blusher and put on some lipstick. It was a little redder than I’d usually wear for work, more like something I’d wear to a bar or club, but I wanted to make an impression if she came in. I tidied my hair as best I could. How I wished I could have it down, but health regulations meant it had to be up. I also had to wear a silly white paper hat which never really made me feel particularly attractive. Feeling marginally better about how I looked and certainly ridiculous at the effort I was making, I returned to the shop floor to wait. I wasn’t disappointed. I only had to wait another half an hour before she sauntered down the aisle again looking completely and utterly scrummy. She had a pair of flattish strappy sandals on with just a hint of heal and a peach coloured summer dress that, much like the white one she had worn the day before, fell just above the knees. Despite the very erotic thoughts I’d been having all day, I’d managed to keep the tingles in check. There was no stopping them now. I could feel butterflies in my stomach, goose bumps down my arms and an ache of desire between my legs that almost made me hop from güvenilir bahis siteleri one foot to the other. This time she looked directly at me and grinned. I was far more composed this time and managed to smile back. I’d always thought my smile was my best feature, so I gave her the biggest smile I could and hoped she liked it. Despite waiting all day for her, now she was here I had no idea what to say or how to approach her. Luckily she took that dilemma right out of my hands when she walked over to me. “Can I help you?” I smiled at her. “Hi,” she said smiling back at me. ” I’m looking for something special.” Was that a flirt? I was so tempted to immediately start flirting back. Everything I’d wanted to happen that day had come true. She’d come into the store, smiled at me and started a conversation. But what if I’d read the situation wrong? What if she was just smiley in general and this was a genuine request for help? I thought I’d better be professional and see how the conversation went. Maybe I could throw in a little flirt or two just to see what reaction I got, couldn’t I? “I have lots of special things you could have,” I replied, resisting the urge to wink as I delivered the line. “What did you have in mind?” I had thrown a massive flirt at her. Now it was her turn to either accept the flirt and give one back or to ignore it. My heart skipped a beat as she pondered her reply. “I want a speciality cheese for a friend,” she said after a little thought. “It’s her birthday and she’s a complete cheeseaholic. It needs to be totally out of the ordinary with a massive wow factor.” I was somewhat disappointed with her reply. She’d wandered in the store four days running, winked and smiled at me. I was also convinced she’d given me a “show” when she bent over the chilled cabinet the previous day. I wasn’t sure what response I expected, but it certainly wasn’t that one. I decided to give her one more massive flirt and see what her reaction was. “I have lots of things I could give you with a wow factor,” I said with the most playful face I could muster. “You wont find them here though, ” I said, indicating the cheese display in front of us both. “You’ll need to come with me to the deli.” Without even thinking about her reply or even whether she’d like me to or not, I grabbed her fingers with mine and walked her over to the deli. “See anything you fancy?” I said, throwing another flirt at her. Mystery girl scanned all the specialty cheeses through the glass before looking directly into my eyes. “A couple of things,” she replied. “one’s right there.” Mystery girl pointed to an unforgivably empty slot in the deli display right where one of our special stiltons should have been. “That sounds delicious,” she said. “Have you anymore?” “I’m so sorry,” I said, embarrassed that the slot was empty. “I’m sure we do. I’ll ask one of the staff to iddaa siteleri go and look for you.” “I’d feel better if you looked after me,” she said. “I have a feeling you have just what I want.” Mystery girl looked straight into my eyes, smiled and then very subtly winked her right eye at me. My heart skipped a beat. It had taken a minute or two but my flirt had been gloriously returned. The ever present tingling between my legs suddenly became a burning that needed to be tended to, and quickly! “Okay,” I said. “Shall I serve you………myself?” I deliberately left a small pause before I said the word “myself.” I hoped she knew that I was more or less offering myself to her, and not just in looking for a cheese either! A massive smile spread across her face before she replied, “I like the thought of some personal service from you.” “You said there was a couple of things that took your fancy. What was the other?” I asked “You,” she said matter of factly. “You’re gorgeous. I knew I fancied you the moment I saw you a few days ago. The question is, what can we do about it?” So there it was, right out in the open. I dropped several big flirts and she’d responded magnificently to them. Better than I could have hoped. I’d offered myself to her and she’d accepted the offer while pretty much offering herself back. The burning between my legs was now just about uncontrollable. Mystery girl was stunning. I’d felt that since she first walked in the store four days ago. I’d pleasured myself for hours the night before at the thought of making love with her. I had to have her. I wanted her to have me. The sheer unquenchable desire to share myself with her meant I decided to take a massive risk. Customers were not normally allowed in the stock areas and I’d get into trouble if I took someone there, but I knew somewhere we could go which was completely private and no one would find us. “Follow me then,” I said before moving round to the front of the counter, grabbing mystery girl’s hand again and dragging her through the huge plastic doors that led to the stock areas. She more than willingly followed as we giggled our way down the corridor, up one flight of stairs and into the warehouse. Luckily no one saw us! “In here,” I said as I just about pushed her through the big insulated door that led to the giant fridges where we kept all the chilled foods ready for the shop floor. I pulled her by the hand through the racks to the far corner where we stored all the boxes of fresh pizzas and would be hidden from everyone. I stood facing her, my breasts squashed to hers in the tight space we found ourselves in. It was freezing, but I don’t think either or us cared right at that moment. I was hot enough for both of us and I’m sure my mystery blonde must able to feel the heat from between my legs despite the big fans shovelling arctic like air over us. We stared into each other’s eyes for a moment, wide smiles on our faces. The passion inside me welled up uncontrollably and I just couldn’t resist any longer. “Me first,” I whispered, before kissing her passionately on the lips, my tongue instantly finding hers.

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