Help the boy.

Stewart is clean-cut, baby-faced, and has short blond hair. He also wears thick glasses and mostly keeps to himself. You don't really know a single other thing about him, as he only started working there a week or so prior, but he's about to have a very interesting shift.

You find him stocking the sports section, garbed in blue jeans and a white long-sleeved shirt, though he doesn't appear to be the kind of boy to play. That's all right, though. Neither do you. Though with your newfound athleticism, you have to wonder if you could.

"Hey there," you say with a friendly wave, and a sashay down the aisle towards him. "I'm Alice, and I'm going to help you out with that stuff, mkay?"

He looks over and seems taken aback at first. Stewart readjusts his goggles and clears his throat, though the first word out cracks. "H-Hi there. I'm just having trouble finding everything is all, but I'm getting there."

"Hey no worries."

At the sight of your skirt and your long, slender legs, all he can do is turn away bashfully, admitting defeat. There's no way he can keep from staring.

"Are you all right?" you ask.

"Yeah. Sorry. Just a little tired."

"Well, I'll help you out. Keep doing what you were doing."

He nods, and pulls some items out of his boxes. He kneels down to the bottom shelves, and begins to search for where they're meant to go, slowly but surely. Meanwhile, you decide to do the opposite of help.

"That one down there is a tricky one," you say. "It goes on the top. Here, just pass it up."

You heave yourself up the shelf, unsafely climbing partway up. Meanwhile, from the ground, he looks up in awe at your complete upskirt. It's already incredibly short, so it doesn't take much. Once you're just a few shelves up, from his position, he can see your entire ass covered by the pair of lace underwear.

"You're not passing it," you tease.

"S-Sorry!"

Still not doing anything, he seems mesmerised, and unable to stop staring upwards.

"That by your hand." You point.

Sweating, he finally picks the item up and hands it up. You look down, and you see a certain something poking up from his pants. He realizes this and turns away from you, quickly readjusting his jeans before his boner is discovered, as if it wasn't already. Then he turns back, and returns to working the boxes. You can practically see his glasses fogging up.

He's starting to fidget nervously. By accident, he smudges his glasses with his thumb as he fiddles with them. You can't help but feel kinda bad.

Carefully, you climb back down.

"Here, I'll help with that," you say, and slip the glasses off his head before he can respond.

You slip your hand under your skirt, pulling it up past your waist, giving him a blurry view of your panties. Then with the fabric of the skirt, you wipe clean the smudge. Though, you do show him plenty while doing so. He probably wishes he could see it all more clearly, though you're the one with his glasses. Then, you slide them back onto his face, moving very close to him as you do.

"Is that better?" you whisper softly.

With a face glowing red, he nods.

Eventually, you help him finish up what was left on the cart. It wasn't much. Though, that means you have more time to do what you want to do.