Natalie.
I had sometimes been asked to do some driving for my wife’s retail store, this normally around Christmas and Easter times under ad-hoc arrangements and open to staff’s friends and families. Driving duties were easy enough in just running stock or equipment between the store and their warehouse, occasionally, running staff between stores. It was for that reason I could use the store's canteen, and occasionally I would pop in to meet Ellen, my misses for lunch, even if I was driving buses.
I was uptown doing some banking when I decided to pop in and see Ellen for lunch, something we’d done a few times on the spur of the moment. The store was busy for a change and I strolled in saying hello to those staff I knew and made my way to the back of the shop, where Ellen normally worked. As I walked through, I encountered Richard, the shop manager who briefly reminded me to let them know what days I could work, there was a shop refurbishment somewhere and loads of overtime and driving staff up and down.
I enquired briefly where Ellen was, and Richard told me she was in the delivery stock room and I made my way down a flight of stairs, as I turned towards and headed to the stock room, I came across Sandra, a plain looking girl in her early teens, she was slim with neck length black hair scruffily put up in a red band and her Uniform skirt and blouse were grubby, her teenage pale face pretty but showed signs of acne, but her dark eyes were attractive.
Sandra was sitting on the floor with her back against the wall, her knees up, and legs slightly spread, as she wrote on a clipboard on her lap. I couldn’t help but notice the outline of her pussy-lips pressed against her knickers and I continued looking until I reached her. When our eyes met, she had a grin on her face, and she flicked her eyes at me making it obvious she knew where I was looking and that produced the start of an erection. I stole another good look as we exchanged a few words. She told me she had seen Ellen in the small annex at the back.
I walked into the stock room and made my way round to the small annex accessed by its own door and I pushed it open and stepped inside, it was in semi-darkness. It was a small L shaped room filled with rails and various benches and shelving units. I walked around the obstructions and saw Ellen on a footstool bent right over and leaning into a sort of serving hatch.
My cock was already erect after seeing Sandra and it went harder seeing my wife in that position, and I thought what a shame to waste it and had an evil plan forming in my mind. She pulled something out and I heard it drop on the floor as I sneaked behind some shelfs. I was delighted to see her rummaging in the recess, and I set my evil plan into place.
She was now on tiptoe and her legs slightly apart and very vulnerable, I made a quick decision and stood up on the footstool grabbed her hips pushing the back of her skirt up at the same time and thrust my bulging tent hard between her legs, “Fancy a quick one honey?”
I knew I’d made a terrible mistake even as I shoved my tent somewhere I shouldn’t and opened my mouth, it wasn’t Ellen, but it was too late, I’d pumped hard into the girl who pushed back shouting, “What you playing at you dirty bastard?”
Shocked and embarrassed I stepped back on seeing it was Natalie, a twenty-odd-year-old, who stood five feet five, average build with her short brown hair swept back and put up in a tiny ponytail, her face was somewhat unattractive, not ugly just not pretty especially with her choice of makeup that was in the main black based and excessive.
She turned to see who it was, her face red with rage and her fists clenched and I waited for a punch as the girl angrily continued shouting at me, but her words were lost in my worry and expectant of people and security to come bursting through the door at any moment and my cock receded sulkily.