record and book store where I worked, and she smiled the perfect smile that
beautiful women do so well. Though it was late and I was a bit tired, I
immediately slipped into “helpful employee” mode (trying not to enter “helpful
employee staring at gorgeous babe” mode, at least not yet). Fumbling a smile, I
stood up from where I’d been hunting for a pen under the table, and tried to look
helpful. “What’s your name?” she asked in a bright voice. Not a question I’d
gotten before, and it threw me a bit. “Jack,” I answered after a second. “What
can I do for you?” She looked down. “Oh, nothing,” she said, flashing her eyes
back at me momentarily, before pushing back off the desk, turning to look at the
bestseller display. “What’s popular this week?” You, I’m sure, are popular with
everybody, I thought. I let my gaze wander over her slim figure. I turn into a
real pervert at work. The other guys I work with can get pretty raunchy, but I
had only recently become a real woman watcher, and this job had let me do that
quite a bit. Once I helped a girl whom I discovered wore no underwear; my
coworkers and I had fallen over each other waiting for her to bend over the racks
again. This girl, however, was a true beauty. I’m a sucker for a pretty face,
and hers had stunned me into near speechlessness: full red lips, deep green eyes
and short dark red hair. Now my gaze traveled over her figure, slim at the waist
flowing smoothly into her hips, with a high, perfect ass — “Well?” she said,
turning slightly to look at me. I almost jumped as my eyes jerked from her
cheeks to her eyes, which drew me in as she smiled and walked back to the desk.
She leaned forward. “Were you looking at me?” she asked in a low voice. I had
a great view of her breasts but I dared not look. Think, think. “Uh, yeah, I
think you had something on your back. Here, turn around.” She grinned and
…End of the part1. To be continued..