Christine's New Love

The rest of William's shift had gone much better. Sure, the work was tedious, the pay was lousy, but the view was to die for!

Christine's approach to William had totally changed. She hadn't changed her management style, she was still strict on staff working their zones, taking appropriate breaks, cleaning when they had downtime, but now every time William turned around she seemed to be there. Normally this would have made the day so much worse, but that day it had the opposite effect.

He had just finished hanging clothes left in the changing rooms when he heard something plastic hit the floor behind him. William turned and found Christine standing about ten feet away, bent at the waist, ass pointed in his direction. "Oops!" she said, "I must have dropped my pen! Clumsy me!"

Later, as he was covering a break for one of the cashiers, Christine popped by his register. "How's your float?" she asked, leaning forward on the conveyor, giving him a great view of her cleavage. She had unbuttoned the top three buttons of her blouse before coming by to see him, giving him a sight of her cavernous cleavage that he'd always dreamed of seeing.

"It's, uh, fine," William replied, eyes glued to his supervisor's chest.

"Good... good..." Christine sighed, "I've got to check some inventory numbers, but let me know if you want to... see me."

William smiled and watched her go, swaying her ass in a hypnotic fashion.

By the end of his shift, William felt like he knew Christine's body better than he'd ever known any body he'd ever seen. It was almost as if she was demanding his attention. Every time he looked around, she was putting herself on display for him, posing, teasing, showing off. It had taken a lot of concentration to not end up walking around with a half-stiffy sticking out of his slacks.

Christine was stressed out. She'd had more fun at work that day than she'd had in a long time, and she had to admit that it was exclusively due to William. Her slacker employee had hit the nail right on the head earlier in her office. She loved, absolutely loved, him staring at her. She couldn't get enough of it! Each time she'd try something more daring to get his attention, a new pose, a new tease, and each time it would work. It made her feel warm inside, fluttery, like she was nervous, and yet perfectly at home.

The problem was the day was almost over. Once he was gone, William wasn't scheduled for another shift for five days! She'd asked if he could come in for a short shift the next day, despite the fact that she didn't have the budget to have him on, but he had declined. Something about promising to spend the day with his family.

Family was something Christine could get behind. Her wife, Andrea, and her loved spending quality time together, bonding, sharing, growing. They had planned on taking Tuesday and Wednesday and going to their lake-side cabin that coming week, two workaholics **** to listen to the waves, read books, and make love. She was looking forward to it, but Christine knew that what she really craved was William's eyes.

Too soon the last customer left the store and the doors where locked. Too soon did the cashiers balance their registers and bring their trays to the lock-up. Too soon did Christine see William slip his nametag off and slip his timecard into the clock. She had been hovering near him while the store was shut down, hoping that he'd pay some attention to her, but he was focused on his tasks. Normally she would have been pleased at the change in work ethic, but that day was different. That day Christine finally knew what she really wanted out of life.

"William," she said, "Can you hold back for a minute?"

Christine had tried to sound nonchalant, but she knew there was a hint of desperation in her voice.

"Sure," her employee answered, "Let me just go to the washroom to wash up, then I'll be right back, okay?"

"Of course," Christine said, elated that he was returning to her.

Splashing cold water on his face, William tried to calm his nerves. This day was crazy! Was Christine coming onto him? Was she going to make a pass at him? All he'd told her was that she loved him staring at her, but maybe she'd taken it farther! The way she was acting, the way she was asking him to stay behind while the other employees left them alone was like something out of a wet dream!

"You can do this," William told his reflection, "don't stress. She wants you! Go get her!"

Sitting on a plastic chair in the breakroom, Christine had opted to take her shirt off and give William something to see before he left. She knew her breasts were fantastic. Just the night before, Andrea had spent twenty minutes suckling on Christine's nipples, alternating from tit to tit, pausing to tell her every once and a while what a goddess she was. It had made her feel so loved, but it was nothing compared to the feeling she got when she saw the look on William's face when he walked into the breakroom and locked his eyes on her bra encased chest.

"Mmmmmm," she involuntarily moaned.

William approached her, probably to get a better view, so she stood up and cupped her breasts, lifting them closer for him to see. When he was just a foot away from her, he paused, looked her in the eye, then back down to her chest. He had a confused look, as if he was trying to make up his mind about something. Was he nervous about looking at her? Was it because of the way she used to treat him?

"It's okay," Christine offered, lifting her breasts higher. He needed to know that there was nothing wrong with looking at her. He had her permission, her blessing, even.

His eyes changed from nervous to something more. Resolved? Hungry? Before she knew it, William, her employee, had reached out and grabbed her breasts!

SLAP

Without realizing what she was going, her hand had painfully swatted William's cheek. Christine scrambled backward from the young man, careful not to cover up her chest and remove his view of her, but **** to get away from his hands.

"How dare you touch me?!" Christine shrieked, "I should have you arrested for sexual ****!" Part of her knew that a piece of her would die inside if she knew he would never be able to stare at her again, but there was no way she would allow herself to be manhandled!

"Christine, I'm so sorry!" she heard William start, but cut him off.

"Sorry's not going to cut it, asshole!" she continued to shriek, "I am a happily married woman. What gives you the right to come here and just grab at me like that?!"

William closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He seemed to be genuinely thinking about what he had done. Good, maybe they could reconcile and Christine could still put on a bit of a show for him.

"Christine," William said slowly, "listen..."