One of the part- time jobs Janet had when she was at Art College was working at weekends in a confectioner and tobacconist's shop. She was always short of money and her boyfriend Brian had seen the advertisement when passing the shop and had suggested she apply for it.

The shop was tiny and half of it was taken up by a ticket agency which was run by the wife of the proprietor, a portly middle-aged man who was quite jolly and who obviously liked pretty girls so they hit it off straight away!

There was not much room in the shop, so whenever he had to get past her behind the counter there was inevitably some bodily contact and she was often aware of a firm penis hesitating against her bum as he passed behind her and also that the more times he passed the harder it got!

She did not mind, he was not creepy at all and soon he made a little joke about the effect she had on him, when his wife was out of earshot.

She always wore a smart, pencil slim, skirt to work in the shop, which was skin tight, showing her bum off to perfection, so she knew the effect she was having on men generally and had been felt up several times on the Underground. He had never abused his position however, never squeezing or stroking her bum but confining himself to enjoying a slightly prolonged pause as he brushed past her, sometimes with an appreciative murmur to make her smile. For her part, she would sometimes press back against his cock just to tease!

As well as the shop, he owned a flat in the town which he rented out on a short-term basis. He knew she had a boyfriend and he told her that if the flat was not occupied she could use it whenever she wanted, making it clear to her that he did not mind her being there with Brian and would not enquire about what they were doing there!

He knew they were both art students and he told her specifically that if Brian wanted her to pose for him they could use the flat at any time it was not occupied and she guessed that he was hoping that if she did pose there, she would be posing nude!

Maybe he wanted to pop around she thought - to check the flat of course!

One Saturday afternoon he returned to the shop in some agitation; not at all his usual sunny self. His wife was out so he had to do the ticket agency leaving her to deal with the retail side of the shop and they were very busy, but when there was a lull she asked him what was troubling him.

He said that his tenants had just moved out, leaving the place in a mess and he had new tenants coming in the next day and no one to get the place clean and tidy in time.

She told him that it need not be a problem, as she wouldn't mind staying on and helping him if he would like her to. He was very grateful and said he would of course pay her extra, but there would be no time to lose and they would have to go straight to the flat as soon as they closed the shop.

After they had closed the shop they went straight around to the flat and it was indeed in a mess!

"Never mind," she said, they would soon get it straight. Where were the cleaning items and did he have an overall? She was still in her smart shop clothes, a blouse, tight skirt and high heels and they would not be suitable for doing the cleaning.

They looked everywhere but whilst they found brushes, mops and cleaning products there were no overalls.

"Well, you don't want to ruin your smart clothes," he said, "so that's it".

"Not necessarily," she replied. "I can work in my undies - if you behave," she then added with a cheeky grin!

He agreed thankfully to her proposal so she immediately stripped off her blouse and skirt so that she wore only only bra, panties and suspender belt and then removed her stockings saying that she didn't want to ladder them.

He looked at her, stunned.

Eighteen years old, fair hair still piled up elegantly on her head, clad only in matching black lace bra, panties and suspender belt.

And what underwear it was!

She had always hated the M and S white coverall bras and pants bought by mothers for their daughter’s protection. Her’s were black, French lace; tiny panties strung across her hips, a minute half cup bra that scarcely covered her nipples and a matching suspender belt!

The look on his face said it all!

"Down, boy!" she said. "We are here to work!"

He just gaped at her and said, "You look stunning!"

Having removed her stockings, she had no need for the suspender belt, so she took it off too and they set to work - or rather, she set to work. He spent most of the time looking at her - a vision, scarcely inside the tiny scraps of lace protecting her modesty, as she bent to her work. She knew the effect she was having on him and teased him, showing off her body deliberately and noting with amusement and satisfaction the distinct bulge in the front of his trousers!

Her panties were so tiny that wisps of dark hair curled out at the top and she knew that the light brown edge of her nipples spilled out of her bra whenever she bent towards him!

After a while he recovered his voice, telling her that, however pleasurable, this was sheer torture.

"Don't you like my undies then?" she asked him. 

With some vehemence, he replied that of course he did. But they had one fault. 

"What's that?" she asked surprised.

"You are wearing them!" he replied.

"Do you want me to take them off then?" she asked coquettishly.

"Of course I want you to take them off!” he exclaimed. “What man wouldn’t? And that bra is so small that I can see your nipples already!" 

Looking down she saw that both of her nipples were partially exposed.

"Oh! All right then," she said and to his surprise, turning her back to him she added, "undo my bra please."

He did so without hesitation and with all the skill of someone who had done this many times before.

The bra slid smoothly down her arms to the floor and she turned back to face him, her firm young breasts almost in his face, nipples erect.

"What about the panties?" he asked. 

"What is this first?" she asked placing her hand on the bulge in his trousers. 

"You know what it is?" he groaned. "It's killing me!"

"Well, we'll have to do something about that," she said as she pulled down his zip and took his hard cock into her small, cool, immaculately manicured hand. 

"But what about these?" he asked again, his hands now on the slender elastic stretched over her hips.

"Go on then!" she instructed him and his hands slipped appreciatively over her firm, young buttocks as the panties slipped down her legs to the floor and she stepped out of them.

He pushed her back at arms length so he could look at her young, unblemished and completely naked body. Her tits were firm, nipples erect and dark curly hair almost, but not quite, covering her plump, damp pussy lips as she stood, with her legs slightly apart, smiling at him.

It was obvious to her that he wanted to fuck her, but it was not what she wanted so she knelt down and with her face at his cock level, she started to stroke his throbbing erection instead, occasionally leaning forward to tease the end with a kiss.

He stood there watching her, running his hands over as much of her naked body as he could reach as she brought him to the point of no return. As he leaned forward, when he could take it no more, he softly kissed her nipples and a stream of cum suddenly exploded from the end of his cock and where she directed it, over her tits and belly then running down through her pussy hair to flow over her moist pussy lips as if seeking entry.

As she squeezed the last drops out of him he began to go limp and leaning forward once again as she stood up, he caught some of the cum on the end of his finger as it dripped off her nipple and pressed it up into her pussy, about an inch or two inside her. She was very wet!

It had been very exciting to make him cum she thought and it had taken him much longer to do so than it did Brian, her boyfriend, when she stroked his cock. With Brian she had a handful of cum almost as soon as she had his cock out of his trousers!

It was much better having sex with older men she thought, the excitement built gradually before they suddenly soaked her waiting body with their pent-up juices. It was much more exciting and satisfying for her than with younger men like Brian who had no control over when they would cum but would do so in copious quantities!

It had been an unplanned and exciting adventure and her first time with an older man but it never happened again, although she did wonder what it would have been like if she had let him fuck her properly and pump all of his spunk eventually into her. She knew the dangers of course.

She continued to work for him at the shop for quite a long time and he continued to tease her and she him, but he never saw her naked again or had the pleasure of her young body, other than when he squeezed past her behind the counter!

If his wife was out he would sometimes squeeze her breast, if no one else was around, teasing her nipple as he slipped behind her, particularly in the summer when she never wore a bra, but that was as far as he was permitted to go.

It was probably for the best that she never accompanied him to the flat again!