RED - Sex Stories

RED

... me, and I just about managed to hold back from giving her tits a lick from my tongue. “It’s sad... but you’re my best friend, Tom. ” “I wouldn’t call befriending me sad.” “But you sell me shoes... It’s conflict of interest.” “Hardly” “You’re taking advantage.” I felt ready to burst as she squeezed me tight and giggled. “I own more shoes than you.” “I don’t force you to buy any of my shoes.” “I come here for you... Tom.” Linda pecked me on the cheek. Despite the coffee, I winced as her breath smelled like a drinks cabinet. She then slumped back onto the couch. The bell suddenly rang. “That must be a customer... I have to go.” “Fine.” Linda rested on the couch as I covered her with my tweed blanket. “Keep them away from my shoes, Tom.” “I will.” I felt extra special having Linda sleeping in my shop. The sordid possibilities seemed endless. Behind my counter I went about serving my customers with a smile. But my mind was elsewhere... in the stockroom with my sexy black woman. Under the lip of the counter sat my flat screen security monitor. Most days the screen is split on the three cameras that cover the shop floor, entrance and fire exit. But today I had the screen dedicated to the stockroom. I manipulated the camera so it focused on my ethnic Barbie. Despite feeling guilty that I was invading Linda’s privacy, the thrill excited me. The electric heater must have heated the stockroom nicely as Linda had peeled back the blanket. Suddenly she spread her legs... I couldn’t ...

... believe my luck. Toggling the joystick, I zoomed in on her nylon covered crotch. The HD camera could pick up the different textures including the panty liner under her knickers. I felt in need of wank. But my shop was full of customers. Gift wrapping a pair of shoes, I noticed movement on the screen. Linda pulled her top over her head and let tits hang in her flimsy bra. I took the money from the customer then sat back down. Linda’s coffee tits rested like small hillocks on a flat plane. I watched in awe as they gently raised and sank due to her rhythmic breathing. Lunch hour arrived and I closed the shop. I was looking forward to rubbing one out behind the counter, but I noticed on the monitor that Linda was awake and fully dressed. So I excitedly knocked on the door and entered. “Slept well, Linda?” “Yes thanks. I had to turn down the heater though.” “Sorry... I think that thing is to blame for global warming... and my soaring energy bill. Anyway, how are you feeling? Better?” “No.” Linda glanced down at her phone. “Jack is still ignoring my calls and texts.” “Just leave it. Let him come to you.” “I don’t think he is, I saw on Facebook that he has checked into the airport.” “Maybe he is just trying to cheer himself up.” “According to his status update...” Linda bit her lip. “He’s jetting to Vegas with his boys.” “Bastard.” “I’m hungry... always feel hungry when I’m angry.” “Really?” I opened my mini fridge and handed Linda a sandwich. “Salmon salad? I bought it this morning.” ...