Call in sick.

As you walk in to the sports store, you feel the eyes upon you. You give a wink and a nod at the guys behind the counter an casually say, “He ain’t coming in today boys” “Do you like what you see. That will teach them. Perhaps I can flirt with Larry and then shot him down. He’s always bragging about his conquests.

You head to the back of the store and there’s Larry, putting away some soccer balls.

“Nice Balls Larry”, you say, as you saunter up to him.

“Uh Hi Janine”, he says.

“Got any new swim suits in yet?” you ask.

“Yea, they are over there, do you need any help?”

“Why sure”, you state in a sexy southern lilt. This should be good, I’ll try on a few suits and get him all hot and bothered.

You grab some one piece Speedos, and a few Bikinis and ask to be pointed to the changing room.

You try on a bright green and blue Speedo that has a camouflage pattern. It’s trickier than you thought getting in to one of these. You admire your reflection, but realize that Janine’s boobs are too big for a one piece and quickly go for a Bikini top, and Brazilian cut bottom in an orange and yellow sunset pattern.

“Wow” you say out loud. Janine’s body is really sexy. You start doing some poses and decie to walk out and give Larry a show. With your heels on, you strut your stuff in front of Larry and ask if he likes what he sees.

“Baby, you are smoking” “Turn on the AC, cause it’s getting hot in here!”

Something inside of you reacts to his comment, and not in a way you would expect. Your male libido kicks in and you can feel yourself getting horny. You quickly head back into the changing room.

You grab your tits and begin feeling up your crotch through the suit. Feeling woozy from the pleasure, you sit down and spread your legs and gently move your hands back and forth across your pussy through the fabric of the suit. It feels wonderful. You peel away one side of the Bikini bottom and slip you fingers down there and begin massaging dampness of your new clit.

“Ohhh” A moan escapes your mouth.

You continue to work yourself up further and you can help but let little moans out here and there, hoping nobody hears you. You know this is wrong, but that turns you on even more. You never knew Janine felt this way before.

“I couldn’t help but overhear your moans of pleasure. Larry’s here to take care of you.”

You can see the bulge in his pants. Part of you is disgusted at what you are thinking you might do next, and part of you is pushing you forward to that great unknown.