Sandra bit her bottom lip and tried not to swear in front of the queue that was building behind her at the cash machine. Now what was she going to do?
She was supposed to be meeting her friend Julie for a drink in town, but she only just about had enough money for the bus back home. She texted Julie to let her know she couldn't make it and why, and headed despondently back to the bus station.
About halfway home she rang Julie’s phone, "Hi Julie," she began, "Really sorry about earlier. I thought I had some money in the bank, but--"
"I would have bought you a drink, you silly cow," she cut in.
"I know, but I don't like sponging," she sighed. "You haven't seen any jobs going anywhere have you?"
"Don't you get your allowance still?" she asked.
"No, Dad stopped it when I left school in June. He said he couldn't afford to pay my allowance and pay for my college course."
"Too busy spending money on his new girlfriend, I expect," she quipped, and they both laughed. "Well...there's a job going in town, but I don't know if you'll want it."
"I'd do anything at the moment," Sandra sighed. "I'm skint and my mum's broke as usual."
"Well if your mum would stop drinking for five minutes she might have a few quid," Julie replied angrily, then immediately apologised.
"I'm sorry, Sandra," she continued more softly, "I know it's not your fault. Look, there's a job going in the newsagents on Filkins Lane, in town, but, be warned, the owner's a right old pervert."
"What do you mean?" Sandra asked.
"Well, you know Tracey Jones? She was working there until last week, but she left ‘cause he couldn't keep his hands to himself apparently. That's how I know about the job."
Sandra hesitated for a moment. "Well it's still a job. How much was he paying her?"
"I think the money was okay; it's just him that’s the problem. Apparently he's in his sixties and creepy looking, and he wouldn't leave Tracey's bum alone."
Sandra imagined herself in a seedy little shop with an old man groping her bottom while she served leering customers, and squirmed in her seat, rubbing her thighs together as she felt her teenage pussy getting damp.
"Well, if all he's going to do is squeeze my bum every now and again, it doesn't sound too bad." Sandra tried to keep her breathing even as she spoke, but Julie knew her all too well.
"You dirty cow!" she laughed. "You're getting turned on thinking about some old bloke feeling your arse, aren't you? I forget you haven't had a shag in bloody ages. Well just don't let him stick it up you; you don’t want some old codger getting you pregnant. Anyway, I've got to go. The number should be in the phone book. Let me know how you get on."
Sandra put her phone back in her bag and squirmed in her seat some more as she imagined some fat, dirty old man running his pudgy hands over her young bottom. Smiling to herself, she decided to call him as soon as she got home.
*
The minute Sandra arrived back home she rifled through the phone book, found the shop’s contact info and dialled the number.
"Hello, Jackson's," a whiny old voice answered.
"Erm, hi, my name's Sandra. A friend told me you had a job going in your shop?"
"Yes, yes, I have, love. Have you done this sort of work before?" the old man asked.
"Well, no, I've only just left school actually. I’m only sixteen. But I'll work hard."
"I'm sure you will, darling," he chuckled. "I was looking for someone with experience, though. Tell me, how did you hear about the vacancy? I haven't actually advertised it yet."
"Erm, well, my friend told me that someone left last week and that you might be looking for a replacement."
"Oh...right...I see, well, what did she say exactly?" He sounded a little bit nervous, and Sandra smiled to herself.
"Nothing, just that there might be a job going," she lied.
"Ok then...well come tomorrow morning at nine and we'll see how you go, give you a trial for a few days. If I like you, I'll start you on five pounds an hour. How does that sound?”
She told him it sounded great and thanked him before putting the phone down.
Sandra rubbed her thighs together and imagined his whiny little voice in her ear as his hands roamed across her bum. She decided to dress as sexy as she could for her first day at work and headed upstairs to sort through her wardrobe. It meant she could stay out of her mother's way as well – her mother was already drunk and it was only five o'clock in the afternoon.
*
Sandra woke up next morning, smiling to herself as she recalled the sexy dream she'd had about a group of old men looking up her skirt. Then leapt up out of bed when she remembered where she was supposed to be in about an hour's time.
Diving in and out of the shower as quickly as possible, she put on her sexiest black lacy bra and knickers, then pulled on the short navy blue mini skirt and tight white blouse that she'd picked out the night before. Thinking she'd probably be on her feet all day, she decided to wear trainers, as they'd be more comfortable than heels, which would have probably been too dressy anyway.
She put on a little bit of makeup around the eyes so it wasn't too obvious, and tied her long blonde hair up in pigtails.
Looking at herself in the mirror, she thought she looked quite sexy, but still young and innocent at the same time -- just the sort of look she was after. The blouse was very tight around her boobs.
"I certainly wasn't a 36DD the last time I wore this," she mumbled to herself then giggled.
Bending forward and looking over her shoulder in the mirror, she could see her skirt ride up just enough to show the bottom half of her bum cheeks and black lacy knickers.
"If I don't get groped today, it will be a fucking miracle," she murmured to herself and smiled, while making a few last minute adjustments.
Grabbing her bag, she ran for the bus and got there just in time. The driver looked straight at her tits when she got on and paid her fare, so she pushed her chest out slightly to give him a bit of a thrill. He went bright red with embarrassment. Stifling a giggle, she moved towards the back of bus and sat down.
At the next stop there was a huge queue of pensioners waiting to get on. She remembered it was market day today and guessed this was their day out for the week. She felt quite sorry for them, and got up to give her seat to an old woman who looked unsteady on her feet. She thanked her and Sandra smiled, reaching for the bar above her head to steady herself when the bus moved off.
The bus was pretty packed now with quite a few people standing. Sandra noticed that she was surrounded by old folk, all in close proximity to her. So when she felt something brush across her taut bottom a few minutes later, she thought nothing of it. But when it happened for a second time, and then a third, a smile spread across her lips. She hadn't seen anyone younger than sixty get on the bus, so it must be some old codger trying to feel her up!
She didn't move, just acted normal, waiting to see what would happen next. A few moments later the hand returned to her bottom, but this time it stayed and moulded itself to the shape of her round buttocks.
The hand was still for a minute or two and it was nice just feeling it there, knowing some old bloke was touching her like that. But then, seeing as she hadn't moved to stop him, the hand began to squeeze and caress her arse. She decided to give him some encouragement. They were nearly in town and would have to get off soon, so she pushed her bum back into his hand, letting him know she liked what he was doing to her.
As soon as she moved, the hand dropped and her heart sank, but then leapt, as she felt it return to cup her buttocks once more. This time though it was underneath her skirt and she stifled a gasp as he groped and squeezed her arse. Trying not to draw attention to herself, she opened her legs slightly when he pushed against her inner thighs. But Sandra couldn't help but gasp and had to pretend she had a cough when his fingers slipped under the elastic of her panties and rubbed along the crease of her young cunt before slipping easily into her wet hole.
Sandra could feel the tingle building in her stomach and wasn't sure if she could stay quiet if she climaxed. Her knees were starting to give already as she felt his bony old fingers sliding in and out of her wet hole and rubbing across her engorged clit. Her hips began to gyrate gently of their own accord, and she pushed herself back onto his fingers as he slipped another one inside her.
"Oh, God, yes," she sighed to herself.
Just then the bus stopped and people started to move towards the doors. The hand was instantly withdrawn from her knickers and she felt and heard the snap of the elastic as the waistband fell back into place.
Sandra held onto the bar above her as people pushed past to get off, her legs trembling. He was so close to bloody finishing her off, but now she'd been left frustrated.
She glanced out of the window and saw a little old man giving her a toothless grin. He held his fingers to his nose and made a show of sniffing them; Sandra gave him a rueful smile as the bus moved off.
*
The next stop was Filkins Road; Sandra got off and walked the short distance to the shop. It was five to nine, so she had just five minutes to check her clothes and hair before she went in. Pulling her compact from her bag, she gave herself a once over and decided to undo a few buttons on her blouse, just enough so that the old pervert would get a good look at her cleavage and see the edge of her bra.
When she entered the shop, she noted that it was every bit as run down and seedy as how she had envisioned it. She took a deep breath and went in.
"Hello, Mr Jackson. I'm Sandra," she said, smiling at the old man behind the counter.
"Hello, sweetheart," he whined, his wide eyes darting between her tits and thighs, never once looking up at her face. "Call me Les," he beamed, showing two rows of nicotine-stained teeth.
He was every bit as old and pervy as she'd been led to believe. His enormously fat belly stretched his shirt -- which was so out of date it was back in fashion -- to the extreme. His thick glasses magnified his bulging eyes and made them look comically huge as he leered at Sandra’s body.
She shuddered in anticipation as she imagined his dirty hands on her.
"So, where do you want me to start, Les?" she asked sprightly.
He came round from behind the counter and she noticed that he was wearing tatty old carpet slippers and a pair of polyester trousers that were speckled with white stains.
"Come through to the back, Sandra, and I'll show you where everything is." Les shuffled through a grubby bead curtain and Sandra followed him.
"This is the store room, and there's a kitchen just off to the side for eating lunch and making tea."
Sandra felt his hand on the small of her back as he guided her round.
"You can put your bag in the cupboard over there, so no one will pinch it. And the toilet is behind that door there."
His hand began rubbing her back gently and she involuntarily shuddered.
"Oh, I'm sorry, love. I'm a very touchy-feely person and I forget some people don't like it," he smiled nervously, adjusting his glasses and removing his hand from her back, misinterpreting her reaction.
"Oh, no, that's okay. I don't mind you touching me," she laughed equally nervously, her heart racing as she moved slightly closer to him, inviting him to touch her fit body with his gnarled hands.
Sandra smiled to herself as she felt his clammy hand return to her lower back.
"Good...good," he smiled, his face so close to hers she could smell his stale breath.