02-07-2020, 10:00 AM
As I entered the door the old man was studying a ledger of some sort. He must have been in his sixties; a thin stooped figure with a bald head and skin yellow with age. He looked up at the sound of the door opening and a lecherous grin spread across his face as he recognised me.
"Well, hello again. Did you enjoy your walk in the rain last night?"
"Yes, thank you." I muttered. "I have a letter for you, from Alan."
"Alan? Alan who?"
"Alan Hughes, he lives at flat 3B, remember?"
"Oh yes, I remember him. Let's have it then."
I handed over the letter. He opened the envelope and began to read. His eyebrows arched in surprise as he read down. "Yes, you certainly were a stuck up bitch weren't you……., anything which will please me?……………, spank her bare arse!" He looked at me "Is this correct?"
"Yes."
"Well then, you'd best come out the back, we don't want an audience, do we?"
He locked the door of the shop and put the 'closed' sign in the window. Then he motioned for me to follow him into the back of the shop. We went into a sort of storeroom, there were newspapers and magazines everywhere. He sat down in an old looking armchair and surveyed me.
"What's brought this on then?"
"I don't know what you mean." I stammered.
"For as long as I've known you, you've had your nose stuck in the air. Too good to give me the time of day. Now suddenly you're parading around naked, and turning up at my shop with a note from this Hughes fellow, telling me I can do what I like to you, and suggesting I smack your arse if you don't do as I say. What's going on?"
"Can't we just say that I've had a change of heart and leave it at that?"
He chuckled to himself. "OK, fine. If you don't want to say, why should I complain? A few times you've been in here I've managed to have a quick look down your blouse, did you know?"
"Yes."
"And you didn't like that, did you? Is that why you were always so snotty?"
"I suppose so, yes."
"Well then, why don't you give me a proper look at what you've got in there. Slip your blouse off, let's see what you've got on your chest."
I nervously began to fumble with the buttons on my blouse, holding it closed as each button was undone, as if to delay the moment of exposure. Finally, the last one was open. I took a deep breath and opened it, exposing my bra to him. I slipped the blouse off my shoulders and threw it onto a nearby shelf, which I noticed were filled with soft-porn magazines.
"Keep going." I looked at him, his eyes gleaming as I stood just a few feet in front of him.
I reached behind me and unhooked my bra. I let it fall into my hands, then dropped it on top of my blouse. He sat looking at me for a moment or two, then got out of his chair and shuffled over to me. He reached out his bony hand towards me, his skin was sallow and wrinkled, dirt was clogged under his fingernails. His touch was surprisingly gentle as he ran his fingertips around my breast, but I could feel the roughness of his skin as he stroked my sensitive nipples.
He moved behind me, put both arms around me and began to cup and fondle both breasts. I could smell tobacco on his breath, his body odour was strong.
"Lovely. Very nice indeed. You've got a very nice pair of tits here young lady, haven't you?"
I didn't answer. He started to roll my nipples between his thumb and forefinger. In spite of myself, I felt them start to stiffen. My body was betraying me yet again as I felt myself responding to the touch of this old man. I felt my breathing start to quicken. He was cupping my breasts again, but this time he was running his thumbs around my nipples. I looked down to see his aged, yellowing hands sharply contrasted against my smooth, white skin. My nipples were standing firm and my aureole were becoming crinkly.
"Oh yes, these are very nice. And you like having them played with don't you?"
Again, I didn't respond.
"I asked you a question. I said 'you like having them played with, don't you?' Tell me how you like a man to touch them. Tell me now."
"Well, hello again. Did you enjoy your walk in the rain last night?"
"Yes, thank you." I muttered. "I have a letter for you, from Alan."
"Alan? Alan who?"
"Alan Hughes, he lives at flat 3B, remember?"
"Oh yes, I remember him. Let's have it then."
I handed over the letter. He opened the envelope and began to read. His eyebrows arched in surprise as he read down. "Yes, you certainly were a stuck up bitch weren't you……., anything which will please me?……………, spank her bare arse!" He looked at me "Is this correct?"
"Yes."
"Well then, you'd best come out the back, we don't want an audience, do we?"
He locked the door of the shop and put the 'closed' sign in the window. Then he motioned for me to follow him into the back of the shop. We went into a sort of storeroom, there were newspapers and magazines everywhere. He sat down in an old looking armchair and surveyed me.
"What's brought this on then?"
"I don't know what you mean." I stammered.
"For as long as I've known you, you've had your nose stuck in the air. Too good to give me the time of day. Now suddenly you're parading around naked, and turning up at my shop with a note from this Hughes fellow, telling me I can do what I like to you, and suggesting I smack your arse if you don't do as I say. What's going on?"
"Can't we just say that I've had a change of heart and leave it at that?"
He chuckled to himself. "OK, fine. If you don't want to say, why should I complain? A few times you've been in here I've managed to have a quick look down your blouse, did you know?"
"Yes."
"And you didn't like that, did you? Is that why you were always so snotty?"
"I suppose so, yes."
"Well then, why don't you give me a proper look at what you've got in there. Slip your blouse off, let's see what you've got on your chest."
I nervously began to fumble with the buttons on my blouse, holding it closed as each button was undone, as if to delay the moment of exposure. Finally, the last one was open. I took a deep breath and opened it, exposing my bra to him. I slipped the blouse off my shoulders and threw it onto a nearby shelf, which I noticed were filled with soft-porn magazines.
"Keep going." I looked at him, his eyes gleaming as I stood just a few feet in front of him.
I reached behind me and unhooked my bra. I let it fall into my hands, then dropped it on top of my blouse. He sat looking at me for a moment or two, then got out of his chair and shuffled over to me. He reached out his bony hand towards me, his skin was sallow and wrinkled, dirt was clogged under his fingernails. His touch was surprisingly gentle as he ran his fingertips around my breast, but I could feel the roughness of his skin as he stroked my sensitive nipples.
He moved behind me, put both arms around me and began to cup and fondle both breasts. I could smell tobacco on his breath, his body odour was strong.
"Lovely. Very nice indeed. You've got a very nice pair of tits here young lady, haven't you?"
I didn't answer. He started to roll my nipples between his thumb and forefinger. In spite of myself, I felt them start to stiffen. My body was betraying me yet again as I felt myself responding to the touch of this old man. I felt my breathing start to quicken. He was cupping my breasts again, but this time he was running his thumbs around my nipples. I looked down to see his aged, yellowing hands sharply contrasted against my smooth, white skin. My nipples were standing firm and my aureole were becoming crinkly.
"Oh yes, these are very nice. And you like having them played with don't you?"
Again, I didn't respond.
"I asked you a question. I said 'you like having them played with, don't you?' Tell me how you like a man to touch them. Tell me now."
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