My first job was in high school. My mom was all about trying to teach me responsibility, I just wanted some money to spend on my other vices (ask me what those are 😉 ). So I got a job at the local supermarket. It wasn’t difficult but it was really boring. I was a cashier and my uniform was pretty boring. I made it fun though. I wore tight black slacks and I bought my polo shirt too small so it would fit tight across my chest, showing my ample breasts and when it was cold, my hard nipples. I was working the late shift when this executive man came in. He was about 33, kinda scruffy, but looked so good in his suit. He was wearing a black suit and a pink shirt. I have a thing for pink on a man. Anyway, he came to my isle, he had only a few things, and I started to flirt pretty hard, breathing heavily so he could see my chest, batting my eyes, twirling my hair when I could. He was obviously seeing this and I could see his own sausage stirring in his pants. I gave him his receipt, with my number of course, and told him I was going on break in 5 minutes. Needless to say, I never knew having sex at the delivery docks would be so fun and exciting. Oh help me relive this or make some new ones with you.