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David starts work.
A small aside to explain about David Baker. His mother gave birth to David when she was forty four years old. Then, David’s father Stanley passed away when he was eleven. Not having the guiding influence of a father, he tended to be around women of his mothers age. The only person near to David’s age was his sister Fiona, she was ten years his senior. When Fiona married, she moved away and had a c***d.
From part one, we saw how David became involved with Ellen Ball. Ellen and David started a sexual liaison after his mother Mary caught him masturbating. The story continues.
At first, Ellen and David could not get enough of each other. Using a variety of excuses, such as David going round to Ellen’s to fix a dripping tap, or making some repair to Ellen’s home. Then a chance remark from Mary about the amount of time he spent at Ellen’s house caused Ellen to lessen the number of times they got together. Then one fateful day, their luck ran out.
It was a Saturday and Mary had gone shopping. Leaving David to sleep in. There was a knock on the front door and he sat up in bed. The knock came again, so he got up and put on his dressing gown as he made his way downstairs. Opening the front door, he saw Ellen standing there.
“Hello Ellen.” Their relationship had progressed to his addressing her by her Christian name when they were together, but became formal when his mother was about. “Mum’s gone shopping.”
Ellen said, “I’ve locked myself out, I wanted the spare key I left with Mary to let myself in.”
He invited her in and they went into the living room. It was then that he saw his mother’s key on the sideboard. “Looks like mum has done the same thing.”
“So that means she will have to knock to get in?” answered Ellen, a grin spreading across her face.
David nodded.
Reaching under her dress, Ellen pulled down her knickers and stuffed them in her handbag. David removed his dressing gown and pulled down his pyjamas. His erection testament to his eagerness to make up for the times he had missed because of his mother’s suspicions.
Ellen sat down on the edge of the armchair and lay back, then she lifted each leg over the chair’s arms. David stroked himself to full erection. The sight of the old woman’s hairy opening never failing to excite him.
“If your mother knocks, you make yourself decent and I’ll go and answer the door, we have a perfect excuse with my locking myself out.”
By now, David had knelt down in front of her, he nodded his agreement at her advice and started to ease the tip of his penis into her vagina.
Unbeknown to the two of them, Mary had already done her shopping and had returned. Her shopping had been put away and she had gone out the back door to deliver the medicine she had collected from the chemists for the lady who lived next door, using the gate that separated their two gardens.
Their lovemaking in full swing, Ellen urged David to fuck her harder. Ellen had made David aware of her fondness for talking dirty the second time they had done it. He was shocked at first, never expecting a “lady” to use such language. He soon found it helped to heighten their lovemaking and after an initial hesitation, had joined in using words more suited to men on a building site.
“Harder David, fuck me harder, urghhh.”
“Feel me in your cunt Ellen, your lovely hairy cunt.” He answered as he thrust in harder.
“Oh David, I’m starting to come, urghhh, fill me with your come David.”
“Not yet Ellen, I need a bit longer.”
“OH MY GOD!”
David stopped mid thrust and Ellen stared over his shoulder. Mary stood in the open doorway of the back door. A look of disbelief on her face.
David’s erection went down far quicker than it had risen. He withdrew from Ellen’s vagina and keeping his back to his mother, quickly pulled up his pyjama bottoms. Mary stared at the area he had vacated. Seeing her friends personal area in such detail caused her stomach to churn.
After Ellen had made herself decent, Mary spoke. “Now I see Ellen how you were able to stop David from masturbating.”
David was taken aback by his mother actually saying masturbation. He made the decision to accept any blame. “It was all my fault mum, please don’t blame Ellen, er, I mean Mrs Ball.”
Ellen was about to speak up, but Mary beat her to it. “I very much doubt if Ellen would have allowed you to…” there was a pause as Mary searched for the right words. “I suppose I should use the same vocabulary as you both seem to prefer. As I was saying it takes two to tango, or in this case, fuck.”
David gasped, he had never heard his mother swear before.
“First thing is for you to go and get dressed young man, I also suggest you make sure you wash yourself down there.” Mary pointed to his lower region.
After he left the room, Mary spoke to Ellen. Her friend listened and just nodded her head at what Mary said.
When David returned, he saw that Ellen had left. “Where’s Ell..?” He quickly corrected himself, “where’s Mrs Ball?”
“Sit down David, I need to speak to you.”
David did as she asked.
“Okay, Ellen has gone home, I will be going round to her house in a moment to discuss how to deal with this situation, so I’m not sure how long I’m likely to be. If necessary, you can make yourself lunch.”
He felt relieved that she didn’t tell him off for catching him with Ellen.
“Okay mum.” He decided against apologising, better wait until she returned to see what punishment she intended to hand out.
David didn’t feel hungry, he kept looking at the clock. His mother had been gone nearly three hours and he was beginning to worry. Then he heard the front door.
He stood up when his mother entered the room. Mary motioned for him to sit down. He studied her face to try and guess what sort of mood she was in, he was surprised to see that she appeared quite cheerful.
Mary sat down opposite her son. “Okay David, I have spoken at length with Ellen and we have ironed out a number of things. Firstly, you might be wondering why after what happened, that I didn’t tell Ellen I didn’t want to see her ever again. The main reason is that we have been friends for more years that I care to remember and I want to keep her friendship.”
David sat and listened without interrupting.
Mary continued. “Ellen has given me her word that nothing will ever happen between you and her again.”
David guessed that his mother would not allow him to keep doing it with Ellen.
What his mother said next made him ask her to repeat it.
“As you’ll no longer be having sex with Ellen, then I think it’s only fair for you to masturbate when you need to.”
This was weird, his mother had never been this open about sex in his presence. He sat there without speaking, until she asked, “is there nothing you wish to say?”
Now was the time to apologise. “Yes, I’m sorry if you feel that I’ve let you down and I’ll try to make it up to you.”
Mary went into the kitchen to make a pot of tea. He sat there thinking how lucky he had been. What he couldn’t understand was his mother’s change of attitude about sex?
The next morning as they sat eating breakfast, they heard the sound of the postman dropping letters through the letterbox. David went to see what had arrived. He handed them to his mother. Mary glanced at the letters, then said, “here’s one for you.” Handing him the letter, he tore open the envelope. “It’s from the people I applied for a job with.”
Since David had left school at the start of the summer, he had been trying to get a job. Most of his applications had been returned with a, Thank you, we have nothing at the moment, but will keep your details on file.”
This was the first one that had offered him an interview. It was for a shop, one of the first in the UK that was modelled on the American supermarket. The position was as a stockroom assistant. This news lightened both his and his mother’s mood. The interview was with a Mr Kay and was in two days time.
David walked along the high street to where the shop was situated. It had only been opened for three months and stood out against the slightly faded shops that had been open for years.
The interview went well and the manager Mr Kay appeared to take a liking to him. Steven Kay was in his thirties, slightly overweight, but nice enough. Afterwards, he was introduced to the other members of staff. There was Mrs Rush, a somewhat humourless woman aged fifty two, she was the supervisor in charge of the female members of staff. Although she was in charge of the women, she was also senior to him, so that meant he had to do what she told him to. There were three girls, who like him had recently left school. Then there were seven older women, they were all married and had taken jobs to bring in extra money, their ages ranged from thirty to fifty.
David was asked to present himself at seven forty five the following Monday. He was issued with a brown coat which he was to wear in the stockroom area. He also had a white coat if he spent any time in the shop.
He felt a little shy around the women, especially the older ones. As for Mrs Rush, he was actually terrified of her. The female staff called her “The Commandant”. Although not to her face.
The hours were long and the wages poor, this being in the days before the minimum wage. The staff were given two fifteen minute breaks, one in the morning and one in the afternoon, they were staggered to ensure that there were always staff manning the checkouts and around the shop. The lunch break was an hour, but sometimes David was asked to cut it short by ten or fifteen minutes if a delivery came in.
He became friendly with one of the Saturday girls, her name was Sandra. David thought she was very pretty. Although she was still at school, she was sixteen and staying on at school with a hope of going to university. Working after school on Friday night and all day Saturday to earn some money.
His attraction was to her was reciprocated and he asked her out. Nothing special, just the cinema and a walk in the park. Due to the rule about fraternisation between staff members, they had to adopt a formal attitude with each other at work. There were times when they were alone in one of the spare room at the top of the shop. These rooms were used to store the overspill from the main stockroom. If Sandra needed assistance in moving some of the heavy boxes, she would ask David to help her. Once upstairs, they could have a bit of a kiss and a cuddle.
They were doing this when Mrs Rush caught them.
“What the devil do you think you’re doing?” she asked.
David jumped in before Sandra could answer. “Sorry Mrs Rush, it’s all my fault.”
“You know the rules about relationships between staff?”
They both nodded.
“Sandra, I suggest you get back to work in to the shop.”
David went to leave as well. “Not you David, I need to determine what to do with you.”
After Sandra had gone downstairs, Mrs Rush asked, “so, how long has this been going on?”
“About two weeks.”
“I see, and when you’re supposed to be working you come up here.”
David shook his head, “no, this we’ve only done this a couple of times.”
“I see.” Mrs Rush sat on one of the boxes. “You realise that I should report this to Mr Kay?”
“Yes Mrs Rush.”
“I need to think about this, I want you to stay behind after work to discuss this further, now get back to your work.”
“Yes Mrs Rush.” He agreed, even though he had arranged to see Sandra home.
Later that afternoon, he explained to Sandra that he couldn’t see her after work. Even though they worked until eight o’clock and it would be dark when the shop shut.
Every Friday night as soon as the tills had been cashed up, Mr Kay liked to leave, he trusted Mrs Rush to make sure the shop was secure and that the alarm was set when she left. David was tasked with letting the staff out of the front door. He smiled at Sandra when she left and whispered, “see you tomorrow.”
Mr Kay was the last to leave. “Staying behind to help Mrs Rush David, good man.”
David locked the front door and walked to the office at the back of the shop. He knocked on the door. Mrs Rush opened the door. “Has everyone gone?”
“Yes, Mr Kay was the last to leave.”
Mrs Rush turned to the panel of lights behind her and switched off all the shop lights. “Right, come with me.”
He followed her upstairs to the top floor. He noticed she switched off the lights in the stockroom and the only light was from the room which he had been caught with Sandra.
“Wait here David.”
He stood there waiting. Then she returned. He saw that she had taken off her work coat. “You might as well take yours off as well.” He did as she asked.
“Have you decided whether you’re going to tell Mr Kay?” he asked.
Shaking her head, she said, “not yet, I want to ask you some questions, sit down over there.” She pointed to one of the boxes, she sat on another box opposite him.
“I need to know, are you having sex with Miss Young?”
He thought the question impertinent, but because he was intimidated by her he answered. “Oh no, we’ve only been going out for two weeks.”
“But I suppose you want to?” as she said this, she entwined her fingers together and placing them on her knee, pulled her leg up slightly.
His eyes were immediately drawn to the inside of her thigh which was exposed. He swallowed hard. “I don’t think so, Sandra wants to go to university, so she wouldn’t risk getting in to trouble.”
The gap between her legs widened. “I’m glad to see some responsibility.”
“We won’t do anything again, I promise.” He said.
“How am I to know that, I mean, you’re a young man, you have urges, what’s to stop you saying that and still carrying on as before?” Her legs opened even more and he was able to see right up her skirt. He could see her pubic hair.
“I don’t know Mrs Rush.” His head was spinning.
“Well, there is one way, if you agree to it, then I might see my way to not informing Mr Kay.”
“What is that Mrs Rush?”
Getting up from the box, she unzipped the side of her skirt and let it fall to the floor. Apart from her stockings and suspenders, she was naked from the waist down. He saw the thick growth of dark hair below her belly. “I suggest I get rid of any inclinations you might have in that department.”
He stared at her, “you mean…?”
“Yes David, I want to have sex with you.” Jean Rush had felt attracted to David the day of his interview. Of course she had to maintain a professional relationship with him at work. There seemed no way of seeing him away from the shop. It was a piece of good fortune when she had caught him with Sandra.
David had always thought Mrs Rush emotionless. This was contradicted by her standing half naked before him and offering, well blackmailing him into having sex with her.
“Well?” her voice brought him out of his reverie.
“Oh, sorry, it’s just that I haven’t done it before,” he lied.
“That’s alright David, I promise you that it will be better with an older woman like me, than an inexperienced girl like Sandra.”
He had forgotten about Sandra. He knew full well that she would never let him have sex with her. The furthest he had got was a little feel of her tits over her clothes, she had told him that was as far as she was prepared to go.
“What do you want me to do Mrs Rush?”
“Well, for a start, call me Jean, but only when we’re alone like this, any other time it’s Mrs Rush.”
“Okay Jean,” he said nervously.
“Right, let’s get those trousers off,” and she stepped forward. Unbuckling his belt, she pulled his trousers and underpants down to his ankles. His erection slapped against his stomach. Jean gasped, she had not expected him to be as large as he was. “Oh yes David, I think we’re both going to enjoy this.”
Stretching herself out on top of one of the boxes, she said, “I think you’ll find this high enough to do it standing up, now come over here.”
He waddled over to her like a penguin with a hard on. Jean raised her knees up and spread her legs apart. Reaching down, she took hold of him and guided him to the entrance of her vagina. He knew not to try and push it in straight away. As he started to coax the tip in, she told him to stop. Then spitting on her hand, she smeared her saliva around the head of his penis. “Now try.”
Bit by bit he managed to get it inside her and began to move it in and out. He remembered when Ellen had showed him how to stimulate the little button. He searched in the slit until he found it. The clitoris, although he didn’t know that’s what it was called, lifted out from under its protective hood.
“Urghhh, oh my god,” exclaimed Jean, “how did you know to do that? Urghhh, I think you told me a fib when you said you hadn’t done it before, arghhh.”
He didn’t answer, but carried on plunging into her while stimulating her little button.
Now the club that Mr Kay attended on a Friday night was shut, there was a notice on the door explaining that there had been a water leak and it would be closed for the foreseeable future. He was not very happy as he travelled on the top deck of the bus to go home. He was even more displeased, when the bus passed the shop and he saw that it was all in darkness, except for a light on the top floor. Getting off the bus, he walked back to the shop and using his own set of keys, he let himself into the shop. When he reached the office, he was surprised that the alarm was switched off. He checked the safe and was relieved that the contents were intact.
Mrs Rush and David were going at it for all they were worth when Mr Kay entered the room.
Jean was asking David to fuck her harder, while David was telling her what a lovely hairy cunt she had.
“What the fucking hell is going on here?” he asked angrily.
Jean frantically tried to push David off her, while at the same time she cried out, “oh no, what have I done?”
David quickly pulled up his trousers and noticed that Mr Kay was staring at Mrs Rush as she tried frantically to put her dress back on.
“I’m surprised at you Jean, heaven knows what Dennis would have to say if he found out?”
Dennis was Jean’s husband, he was also a member of the Friday night club, it was fortunate that he hadn’t come to the shop when he found that the club was closed.
“I suggest that you wait downstairs Jean, I will deal with David first.”
Jean went into the other room to put on her underwear, then went downstairs.
“I hope you realise that I cannot let you continue to work here any longer.”
David gasped.
Mr Kay continued, “naturally I want to save you the embarrassment of why I have dismissed you, I don’t think your mother would be very happy knowing you were having sex with a woman as old as Mrs Rush.”
David suppressed a smile.
“So I will say that you were not suited for the job.” As he turned away, he added. “You will of course receive nothing in lieu of notice.”
That meant David would not get the statutory weeks notice. “WHAT?” said David angrily.
“Don’t you take that tone with me. “A vein stood out on Mr Kay’s forehead.
“If you sack me without paying me what’s mine, then I’ll go to head office and tell them about your little arrangement with the shop next door.”
David was referring to Mr Kay trading goods with the shop next door. Everyone knew what was going on, but said nothing.
“It’s your word against mine, and who do you think they’ll believe?”
“Me when they do a stock check.” Answered David. He knew that one of the other shops in the high street had caught a manager stealing stock and a worker had blown the whistle. The guy had been dismissed and prosecuted, receiving a years imprisonment.
Mr Kay then changed tack, “let’s not be hasty David, perhaps I can keep you on.”
David shook his head, “no, not on the shit money you pay, plus the times you’ve done me out of a proper dinner break, always promising you’ll see me alright. I want a weeks money in lieu of notice and a decent reference.”
Kay dropped his head, “very well, but you promise that you won’t speak to head office.”
“Agreed,” David responded. When Kay offered his hand, David ignored it and went to get his coat.
David’s next problem was explaining to his mother why he had lost his job. On his way home he considered a number of plausible explanations, finally choosing that the company had been losing money and that he and another member of staff had been made redundant.
At first his mother had been outraged and was all for going to the supermarket the next day to have it out with the manager. David argued that it might jeopardise his chances of getting another job if it was seen he had left under a cloud so to speak. Mary saw his reasoning.
Part 3 Coming soon.
David starts work.
A small aside to explain about David Baker. His mother gave birth to David when she was forty four years old. Then, David’s father Stanley passed away when he was eleven. Not having the guiding influence of a father, he tended to be around women of his mothers age. The only person near to David’s age was his sister Fiona, she was ten years his senior. When Fiona married, she moved away and had a c***d.
From part one, we saw how David became involved with Ellen Ball. Ellen and David started a sexual liaison after his mother Mary caught him masturbating. The story continues.
At first, Ellen and David could not get enough of each other. Using a variety of excuses, such as David going round to Ellen’s to fix a dripping tap, or making some repair to Ellen’s home. Then a chance remark from Mary about the amount of time he spent at Ellen’s house caused Ellen to lessen the number of times they got together. Then one fateful day, their luck ran out.
It was a Saturday and Mary had gone shopping. Leaving David to sleep in. There was a knock on the front door and he sat up in bed. The knock came again, so he got up and put on his dressing gown as he made his way downstairs. Opening the front door, he saw Ellen standing there.
“Hello Ellen.” Their relationship had progressed to his addressing her by her Christian name when they were together, but became formal when his mother was about. “Mum’s gone shopping.”
Ellen said, “I’ve locked myself out, I wanted the spare key I left with Mary to let myself in.”
He invited her in and they went into the living room. It was then that he saw his mother’s key on the sideboard. “Looks like mum has done the same thing.”
“So that means she will have to knock to get in?” answered Ellen, a grin spreading across her face.
David nodded.
Reaching under her dress, Ellen pulled down her knickers and stuffed them in her handbag. David removed his dressing gown and pulled down his pyjamas. His erection testament to his eagerness to make up for the times he had missed because of his mother’s suspicions.
Ellen sat down on the edge of the armchair and lay back, then she lifted each leg over the chair’s arms. David stroked himself to full erection. The sight of the old woman’s hairy opening never failing to excite him.
“If your mother knocks, you make yourself decent and I’ll go and answer the door, we have a perfect excuse with my locking myself out.”
By now, David had knelt down in front of her, he nodded his agreement at her advice and started to ease the tip of his penis into her vagina.
Unbeknown to the two of them, Mary had already done her shopping and had returned. Her shopping had been put away and she had gone out the back door to deliver the medicine she had collected from the chemists for the lady who lived next door, using the gate that separated their two gardens.
Their lovemaking in full swing, Ellen urged David to fuck her harder. Ellen had made David aware of her fondness for talking dirty the second time they had done it. He was shocked at first, never expecting a “lady” to use such language. He soon found it helped to heighten their lovemaking and after an initial hesitation, had joined in using words more suited to men on a building site.
“Harder David, fuck me harder, urghhh.”
“Feel me in your cunt Ellen, your lovely hairy cunt.” He answered as he thrust in harder.
“Oh David, I’m starting to come, urghhh, fill me with your come David.”
“Not yet Ellen, I need a bit longer.”
“OH MY GOD!”
David stopped mid thrust and Ellen stared over his shoulder. Mary stood in the open doorway of the back door. A look of disbelief on her face.
David’s erection went down far quicker than it had risen. He withdrew from Ellen’s vagina and keeping his back to his mother, quickly pulled up his pyjama bottoms. Mary stared at the area he had vacated. Seeing her friends personal area in such detail caused her stomach to churn.
After Ellen had made herself decent, Mary spoke. “Now I see Ellen how you were able to stop David from masturbating.”
David was taken aback by his mother actually saying masturbation. He made the decision to accept any blame. “It was all my fault mum, please don’t blame Ellen, er, I mean Mrs Ball.”
Ellen was about to speak up, but Mary beat her to it. “I very much doubt if Ellen would have allowed you to…” there was a pause as Mary searched for the right words. “I suppose I should use the same vocabulary as you both seem to prefer. As I was saying it takes two to tango, or in this case, fuck.”
David gasped, he had never heard his mother swear before.
“First thing is for you to go and get dressed young man, I also suggest you make sure you wash yourself down there.” Mary pointed to his lower region.
After he left the room, Mary spoke to Ellen. Her friend listened and just nodded her head at what Mary said.
When David returned, he saw that Ellen had left. “Where’s Ell..?” He quickly corrected himself, “where’s Mrs Ball?”
“Sit down David, I need to speak to you.”
David did as she asked.
“Okay, Ellen has gone home, I will be going round to her house in a moment to discuss how to deal with this situation, so I’m not sure how long I’m likely to be. If necessary, you can make yourself lunch.”
He felt relieved that she didn’t tell him off for catching him with Ellen.
“Okay mum.” He decided against apologising, better wait until she returned to see what punishment she intended to hand out.
David didn’t feel hungry, he kept looking at the clock. His mother had been gone nearly three hours and he was beginning to worry. Then he heard the front door.
He stood up when his mother entered the room. Mary motioned for him to sit down. He studied her face to try and guess what sort of mood she was in, he was surprised to see that she appeared quite cheerful.
Mary sat down opposite her son. “Okay David, I have spoken at length with Ellen and we have ironed out a number of things. Firstly, you might be wondering why after what happened, that I didn’t tell Ellen I didn’t want to see her ever again. The main reason is that we have been friends for more years that I care to remember and I want to keep her friendship.”
David sat and listened without interrupting.
Mary continued. “Ellen has given me her word that nothing will ever happen between you and her again.”
David guessed that his mother would not allow him to keep doing it with Ellen.
What his mother said next made him ask her to repeat it.
“As you’ll no longer be having sex with Ellen, then I think it’s only fair for you to masturbate when you need to.”
This was weird, his mother had never been this open about sex in his presence. He sat there without speaking, until she asked, “is there nothing you wish to say?”
Now was the time to apologise. “Yes, I’m sorry if you feel that I’ve let you down and I’ll try to make it up to you.”
Mary went into the kitchen to make a pot of tea. He sat there thinking how lucky he had been. What he couldn’t understand was his mother’s change of attitude about sex?
The next morning as they sat eating breakfast, they heard the sound of the postman dropping letters through the letterbox. David went to see what had arrived. He handed them to his mother. Mary glanced at the letters, then said, “here’s one for you.” Handing him the letter, he tore open the envelope. “It’s from the people I applied for a job with.”
Since David had left school at the start of the summer, he had been trying to get a job. Most of his applications had been returned with a, Thank you, we have nothing at the moment, but will keep your details on file.”
This was the first one that had offered him an interview. It was for a shop, one of the first in the UK that was modelled on the American supermarket. The position was as a stockroom assistant. This news lightened both his and his mother’s mood. The interview was with a Mr Kay and was in two days time.
David walked along the high street to where the shop was situated. It had only been opened for three months and stood out against the slightly faded shops that had been open for years.
The interview went well and the manager Mr Kay appeared to take a liking to him. Steven Kay was in his thirties, slightly overweight, but nice enough. Afterwards, he was introduced to the other members of staff. There was Mrs Rush, a somewhat humourless woman aged fifty two, she was the supervisor in charge of the female members of staff. Although she was in charge of the women, she was also senior to him, so that meant he had to do what she told him to. There were three girls, who like him had recently left school. Then there were seven older women, they were all married and had taken jobs to bring in extra money, their ages ranged from thirty to fifty.
David was asked to present himself at seven forty five the following Monday. He was issued with a brown coat which he was to wear in the stockroom area. He also had a white coat if he spent any time in the shop.
He felt a little shy around the women, especially the older ones. As for Mrs Rush, he was actually terrified of her. The female staff called her “The Commandant”. Although not to her face.
The hours were long and the wages poor, this being in the days before the minimum wage. The staff were given two fifteen minute breaks, one in the morning and one in the afternoon, they were staggered to ensure that there were always staff manning the checkouts and around the shop. The lunch break was an hour, but sometimes David was asked to cut it short by ten or fifteen minutes if a delivery came in.
He became friendly with one of the Saturday girls, her name was Sandra. David thought she was very pretty. Although she was still at school, she was sixteen and staying on at school with a hope of going to university. Working after school on Friday night and all day Saturday to earn some money.
His attraction was to her was reciprocated and he asked her out. Nothing special, just the cinema and a walk in the park. Due to the rule about fraternisation between staff members, they had to adopt a formal attitude with each other at work. There were times when they were alone in one of the spare room at the top of the shop. These rooms were used to store the overspill from the main stockroom. If Sandra needed assistance in moving some of the heavy boxes, she would ask David to help her. Once upstairs, they could have a bit of a kiss and a cuddle.
They were doing this when Mrs Rush caught them.
“What the devil do you think you’re doing?” she asked.
David jumped in before Sandra could answer. “Sorry Mrs Rush, it’s all my fault.”
“You know the rules about relationships between staff?”
They both nodded.
“Sandra, I suggest you get back to work in to the shop.”
David went to leave as well. “Not you David, I need to determine what to do with you.”
After Sandra had gone downstairs, Mrs Rush asked, “so, how long has this been going on?”
“About two weeks.”
“I see, and when you’re supposed to be working you come up here.”
David shook his head, “no, this we’ve only done this a couple of times.”
“I see.” Mrs Rush sat on one of the boxes. “You realise that I should report this to Mr Kay?”
“Yes Mrs Rush.”
“I need to think about this, I want you to stay behind after work to discuss this further, now get back to your work.”
“Yes Mrs Rush.” He agreed, even though he had arranged to see Sandra home.
Later that afternoon, he explained to Sandra that he couldn’t see her after work. Even though they worked until eight o’clock and it would be dark when the shop shut.
Every Friday night as soon as the tills had been cashed up, Mr Kay liked to leave, he trusted Mrs Rush to make sure the shop was secure and that the alarm was set when she left. David was tasked with letting the staff out of the front door. He smiled at Sandra when she left and whispered, “see you tomorrow.”
Mr Kay was the last to leave. “Staying behind to help Mrs Rush David, good man.”
David locked the front door and walked to the office at the back of the shop. He knocked on the door. Mrs Rush opened the door. “Has everyone gone?”
“Yes, Mr Kay was the last to leave.”
Mrs Rush turned to the panel of lights behind her and switched off all the shop lights. “Right, come with me.”
He followed her upstairs to the top floor. He noticed she switched off the lights in the stockroom and the only light was from the room which he had been caught with Sandra.
“Wait here David.”
He stood there waiting. Then she returned. He saw that she had taken off her work coat. “You might as well take yours off as well.” He did as she asked.
“Have you decided whether you’re going to tell Mr Kay?” he asked.
Shaking her head, she said, “not yet, I want to ask you some questions, sit down over there.” She pointed to one of the boxes, she sat on another box opposite him.
“I need to know, are you having sex with Miss Young?”
He thought the question impertinent, but because he was intimidated by her he answered. “Oh no, we’ve only been going out for two weeks.”
“But I suppose you want to?” as she said this, she entwined her fingers together and placing them on her knee, pulled her leg up slightly.
His eyes were immediately drawn to the inside of her thigh which was exposed. He swallowed hard. “I don’t think so, Sandra wants to go to university, so she wouldn’t risk getting in to trouble.”
The gap between her legs widened. “I’m glad to see some responsibility.”
“We won’t do anything again, I promise.” He said.
“How am I to know that, I mean, you’re a young man, you have urges, what’s to stop you saying that and still carrying on as before?” Her legs opened even more and he was able to see right up her skirt. He could see her pubic hair.
“I don’t know Mrs Rush.” His head was spinning.
“Well, there is one way, if you agree to it, then I might see my way to not informing Mr Kay.”
“What is that Mrs Rush?”
Getting up from the box, she unzipped the side of her skirt and let it fall to the floor. Apart from her stockings and suspenders, she was naked from the waist down. He saw the thick growth of dark hair below her belly. “I suggest I get rid of any inclinations you might have in that department.”
He stared at her, “you mean…?”
“Yes David, I want to have sex with you.” Jean Rush had felt attracted to David the day of his interview. Of course she had to maintain a professional relationship with him at work. There seemed no way of seeing him away from the shop. It was a piece of good fortune when she had caught him with Sandra.
David had always thought Mrs Rush emotionless. This was contradicted by her standing half naked before him and offering, well blackmailing him into having sex with her.
“Well?” her voice brought him out of his reverie.
“Oh, sorry, it’s just that I haven’t done it before,” he lied.
“That’s alright David, I promise you that it will be better with an older woman like me, than an inexperienced girl like Sandra.”
He had forgotten about Sandra. He knew full well that she would never let him have sex with her. The furthest he had got was a little feel of her tits over her clothes, she had told him that was as far as she was prepared to go.
“What do you want me to do Mrs Rush?”
“Well, for a start, call me Jean, but only when we’re alone like this, any other time it’s Mrs Rush.”
“Okay Jean,” he said nervously.
“Right, let’s get those trousers off,” and she stepped forward. Unbuckling his belt, she pulled his trousers and underpants down to his ankles. His erection slapped against his stomach. Jean gasped, she had not expected him to be as large as he was. “Oh yes David, I think we’re both going to enjoy this.”
Stretching herself out on top of one of the boxes, she said, “I think you’ll find this high enough to do it standing up, now come over here.”
He waddled over to her like a penguin with a hard on. Jean raised her knees up and spread her legs apart. Reaching down, she took hold of him and guided him to the entrance of her vagina. He knew not to try and push it in straight away. As he started to coax the tip in, she told him to stop. Then spitting on her hand, she smeared her saliva around the head of his penis. “Now try.”
Bit by bit he managed to get it inside her and began to move it in and out. He remembered when Ellen had showed him how to stimulate the little button. He searched in the slit until he found it. The clitoris, although he didn’t know that’s what it was called, lifted out from under its protective hood.
“Urghhh, oh my god,” exclaimed Jean, “how did you know to do that? Urghhh, I think you told me a fib when you said you hadn’t done it before, arghhh.”
He didn’t answer, but carried on plunging into her while stimulating her little button.
Now the club that Mr Kay attended on a Friday night was shut, there was a notice on the door explaining that there had been a water leak and it would be closed for the foreseeable future. He was not very happy as he travelled on the top deck of the bus to go home. He was even more displeased, when the bus passed the shop and he saw that it was all in darkness, except for a light on the top floor. Getting off the bus, he walked back to the shop and using his own set of keys, he let himself into the shop. When he reached the office, he was surprised that the alarm was switched off. He checked the safe and was relieved that the contents were intact.
Mrs Rush and David were going at it for all they were worth when Mr Kay entered the room.
Jean was asking David to fuck her harder, while David was telling her what a lovely hairy cunt she had.
“What the fucking hell is going on here?” he asked angrily.
Jean frantically tried to push David off her, while at the same time she cried out, “oh no, what have I done?”
David quickly pulled up his trousers and noticed that Mr Kay was staring at Mrs Rush as she tried frantically to put her dress back on.
“I’m surprised at you Jean, heaven knows what Dennis would have to say if he found out?”
Dennis was Jean’s husband, he was also a member of the Friday night club, it was fortunate that he hadn’t come to the shop when he found that the club was closed.
“I suggest that you wait downstairs Jean, I will deal with David first.”
Jean went into the other room to put on her underwear, then went downstairs.
“I hope you realise that I cannot let you continue to work here any longer.”
David gasped.
Mr Kay continued, “naturally I want to save you the embarrassment of why I have dismissed you, I don’t think your mother would be very happy knowing you were having sex with a woman as old as Mrs Rush.”
David suppressed a smile.
“So I will say that you were not suited for the job.” As he turned away, he added. “You will of course receive nothing in lieu of notice.”
That meant David would not get the statutory weeks notice. “WHAT?” said David angrily.
“Don’t you take that tone with me. “A vein stood out on Mr Kay’s forehead.
“If you sack me without paying me what’s mine, then I’ll go to head office and tell them about your little arrangement with the shop next door.”
David was referring to Mr Kay trading goods with the shop next door. Everyone knew what was going on, but said nothing.
“It’s your word against mine, and who do you think they’ll believe?”
“Me when they do a stock check.” Answered David. He knew that one of the other shops in the high street had caught a manager stealing stock and a worker had blown the whistle. The guy had been dismissed and prosecuted, receiving a years imprisonment.
Mr Kay then changed tack, “let’s not be hasty David, perhaps I can keep you on.”
David shook his head, “no, not on the shit money you pay, plus the times you’ve done me out of a proper dinner break, always promising you’ll see me alright. I want a weeks money in lieu of notice and a decent reference.”
Kay dropped his head, “very well, but you promise that you won’t speak to head office.”
“Agreed,” David responded. When Kay offered his hand, David ignored it and went to get his coat.
David’s next problem was explaining to his mother why he had lost his job. On his way home he considered a number of plausible explanations, finally choosing that the company had been losing money and that he and another member of staff had been made redundant.
At first his mother had been outraged and was all for going to the supermarket the next day to have it out with the manager. David argued that it might jeopardise his chances of getting another job if it was seen he had left under a cloud so to speak. Mary saw his reasoning.
Part 3 Coming soon.
Maddie
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