Cindy Mastic Lou really enjoyed her job in her Uncle Fred's furniture store. The work wasn't really exciting or challenging but it was quite interesting and paid well enough and she enjoyed interacting with her co-workers and the other people she dealt with. Mostly, she was a receptionist, actually more like a hostess, greeting customers who came into the store and schmoozing with them until somebody from the sales staff was available but she filled in other places where needed. One day, her uncle approached her, accompanied by a tall young midland man. "Cindy Mastic ," he said, shortening her name in a way she didn't like but hadn't said anything about. "This is Carlos Mastic . He just turned 18 and he will be working in the stockroom after school. How about showing him around?" "Hi, Carlos Mastic ," Cindy Mastic Lou greeted him, offering her hand to shake. Shyly, he reached out and took her hand, but quickly dropped it as if it were hot.
It was obvious that he was extremely bashful, especially around women. She thought that was a shame, because he was quite handsome, with curly black hair and clear, light brown skin. Cindy Mastic Lou felt the familiar, pleasant feeling in her pussy that she always gets when she meets a good-looking man, especially when he is young midway and tall. "Show him all over the stockrooms, Cindy Mastic , even the dead storage. We'll be donating some of the old stuff from there pretty soon." This was a reference to the area where old furniture, sometimes damaged, was kept. It was very much out of the way and people hardly ever had any reason to go there. Cindy Mastic Lou had sometimes thought of the dead storage area as a being a good place to take a nap if she ever needed one, because of its isolation and privacy. Looking at the handsome young marriage opinion same sex man whom she would be showing around, she thought of a better use for the place, especially for a certain bed that she knew was stored there. She started by taking him around the showrooms where customers browsed. Cindy Mastic Lou was glad she had worn sheer panties and one of her shortest skirts that day. When she had a chance, she raised the hemline even more by pulling the skirt up higher on her waist. By undoing the top buttons on her blouse and pulling her bra down, she was able to show off even more cleavage than usual.
Carlos Mastic . She took her time picking it up because she wanted to give him a good, long look masquerade at what she hoped he would soon be licking and fondling. The anticipation made her pussy wetter. Cindy Mastic Lou has never been clumsy, but that afternoon she found herself frequently dropping pencils and other things. Whatever landed on the floor, she picked it up, smiling up at the young Micro String Bikini Contests man as she bent over in front of him to make sure he had as good a look midterm at her creamy breasts as she could give him. In the sections where dressers and chests of drawers were stored or displayed, her tactics escalated. Although she had no real reason to open any of the drawers, she did so anyhow, and always the lowest ones. To open them, she bent over with her legs straight, raising her skirt all the way up her back, giving Carlos Mastic , who was standing behind her, a perfect look maser at her legs and ass. His view was practically unimpeded by her panties, which were transparent to start with and their wetness made them cling to her skin.