Finding Rebecca

The tracks fell silent. Several seconds later the lights stopped flashing and the barriers were returned to their stowed positions. James withdrew from her and she uncomfortably sank into the seat. Awkward silence followed.

"If you're serious about helping out at the boutique I'd be grateful," he finally spoke and broke the heavy silence as he turned the car onto the street where she lived. "Feel free to stop by any time."

"Sure, okay," she readily agreed. "Thanks for the ride. You saved me a huge hike."

James pulled over to the curb and stopped the car. He knew he needed to say something but wasn't sure what, or how. Rebecca sensed that he was sorry for what had happened. She wasn't. She leaned over and reassuringly kissed his forehead.

"I kissed you. I'm nineteen, it's not a crime," she reminded him. "See you in the morning."

He watched as she vacated the vehicle and climbed the front steps of the porch. When she reached the door she turned, waved, and then disappeared inside.

James sat in his idling car as he wrestled with the nagging guilt. The excitement had passed and his penis was again flaccid. His thoughts turned to Priscilla. He missed her more than ever. His foot moved from the brake to the gas and he drove himself to the boutique that was also now his home.

* * * * *

James woke up feeling tired. It had been a long and restless night. Both Priscilla and Rebecca were on his mind and made sleeping difficult. He poured himself a cup of coffee, unlocked the front door, shifted the sign from closed to open, and settled down behind a desk with his caffeine. He was surprised when the bell announced the arrival of a customer.

"Don't get up, it's just me," Rebecca called out. "Let me look around for a few minutes and see what I have to work with."

"Probably not much," he responded in a sullen tone.

She disregarded his negative affirmation and looked through the racks of women's clothing. She was sure some of it was salvageable, but some definitely had to go.

"I had a nice time last night," Rebecca mentioned.

"That?s good. Proms are all about memories." he stated as he wistfully remembered getting lucky with a girl after his. A girl very much like Rebecca in several ways.

"No, silly, with you," she replied. "The prom sucked. It was just a showcase for the wealthy and the popular, and I'm neither."

"Being wealthy and popular is overrated. Don't let it discourage you." 

Several minutes elapsed, during which time he finished and refilled his coffee.

"Would you like a cup of coffee?"

"That'd be great."

He poured a second cup, walked to the front, and looked for her. Rebecca was bending over, and what greeted him was an incredible sight. He stopped dead in his tracks as he looked at a round, tight ass beautifully encased in a pair of skimpy white shorts. 

He caught himself staring but found it difficult to look away. Her long slender legs were equally appealing. He briefly envisioned them wrapped around his hips as he drove deeply into her pussy, but dismissed the thought and turned away when his penis stirred to life.

He experienced a wave of guilt for the way he thought of her. She was a kind and caring young woman willing to help out a pathetic and woefully incapable man that was desperately trying to hang on to the last real memory of the wife that he still loved with all his heart. He silently scolded himself.

He started to walk away when she spoke.

"Over here."

James shifted gears, turned around, and approached. When she turned and faced him his eyes were immediately drawn to the tiny red top that covered her breasts and little else. The perky mounds jiggled freely and pressed against the red cotton, forming peaks and valleys that provocatively revealed their relative size and shape. The bare midriff was smooth and flat, and a gold belly ring shimmered in the morning sun that spilled through the front plate glass display window. He had to make a conscious and determined effort not to stare.

"Some of these will have to go," she advised as she removed several garments and placed them on a different rack.

"Whatever you think is breast."

His face reddened in embarrassment. He hoped she hadn't heard his Freudian slip, but when she chuckled he knew otherwise.

"I meant..."

She laughed louder when she detected the distress in his voice as it trailed off. He couldn?t detect the excitement that surged through her body and filled it with joy. 

"I knew exactly what you meant," Rebecca assured him. "You think I have nice tits but you also know it would be freakishly inappropriate for a thirty-something man to say that to a nineteen year old girl who's helping you out of the kindness of her heart. So you suppress the thought and it resurfaces in an otherwise innocent statement. But I'd really prefer that you?d just tell me."

He glanced down at the perky mounds again. She gave him a sexy smile and vibrated her chest. Her mounds jiggled and jumped beneath the top, and again his penis stirred and partially hardened.

"You have exceptionally nice tits," he complimented her, after which they both broke out in laughter. "And while we're on the subject, you have an absolutely exquisite ass and legs as well."

"Wow, you've been a busy boy," she teased. "Do you watch all of your customers this closely?"

"Customer," he corrected her. "And she's almost eighty. So I guess the answer to that question would be a resounding no."

"I wouldn't be so quick to discount her. I hear that older women know their way around in bed."

After the verbal exchange any remaining awkwardness was gone. They established that they liked one another's company, and armed with a fresh cup of coffee they got to work.

Rebecca looked through the racks one by one. Clothing that received a ?thumbs-down? was passed to James and placed on one of the pre-selected discount racks. As they worked side by side and in relative close quarters there was a lot of body contact. He couldn't be sure, but he seriously wondered if she had been teasing him the whole time.

Several times as she laid garments across his outstretched arms her soft, jiggling breasts rubbed against his forearms. He felt the firm texture of the warm swells and the rubbery nipples that poked into the half-top. She seemed not to notice as they pressed and rubbed. On one occasion it happened repeatedly as she filled his arms, and his penis responded by springing to life and impatiently throbbing inside his pants. 

He was grateful that she couldn't see it, but about that time she carelessly dropped and bent down to retrieve a blouse. As she reclaimed it a hand lightly rubbed against his upper leg and crotch. It shifted the pants and the fabric pulled over the sensitized head and triggered a twinge of pleasure. His penis swelled more and his mind recalled the sight of her wonderfully sleek long legs and imagined them tightly embracing his body as he plunged fully into her center. 

The stimulation and sexual thoughts coaxed a drop of semen from his hard and aching balls, and it seeped into the front of his underpants. He could feel the thick wetness as his pulsating head dispensed and smeared it on the cotton fabric. For him it was torturous pleasure, for it had been so long since he'd been with a woman. Not since Priscilla, and that seemed like a lifetime ago.

?What's up on that shelf?? she inquired.

?Boxes, but I'm not sure what's in them,? he responded in an uncertain tone. ?Let me see if I can find a ladder. We had one here a while back.?

?No, just lift me.?

?The rack's in the way,? he observed.

?Stand under the shelf and lift me then,? she requested. When he hesitated she impatiently added ?Come on, James, I don't bite. Besides, I?m doing this for you, remember??

He relented and positioned himself under the shelf in front of her. She placed her hands on his shoulders and jumped up, using him as leverage. His arms caught her mid-air and tightened around her thighs. His face was looking directly at her crotch. He could see where the tight shorts pulled against her center and displayed the outline of her pussy lips. Rebecca placed her elbows on the edge of the shelf for support as she opened and rummaged through the boxes.

?You can pull those down if you want,? he suggested.

?There's no room,? she remarked. ?They're better left up here. I'll just look through them and see what I find. Am I too heavy for you??

?No, you're fine.?

When he became self-conscious of staring at her crotch he looked up, instead. The front of her skimpy red top moved away from her chest as she leaned forward, and he had a clear view of the firm, perky breasts that he'd been so impressed by all morning. The large pink tips appeared to be hard and swollen, and he silently wondered if she was as aroused as he was.

Rebecca had a wide grin on her face the entire time. Her nipples were so hard they felt like they were going to explode. Teasing him was torturous for her, too. Her lower belly was all warm and tingly and she knew her pussy was getting wet. 

She wondered if he could smell her sex yet, because his face was in the perfect place for it. She didn?t realize that her breasts were so visibly exposed, but she wouldn?t have cared. It only would have aroused her more, knowing that his eyes not only admired her crotch but the breasts and nipples as well.

?Can I put my left knee on your shoulder?? she asked him. ?I can't quite reach this one.?

James shifted his arms so that he held only her right leg. She lifted the left knee and placed it on his right shoulder. The precarious position parted her smooth, supple thighs and left him staring not only at the outline of the outer folds of her pussy, but he had a direct line of sight up the leg of her shorts and at her panties. He could see that she was wearing a white thong.

And then he smelled something. He decided it had to be something that emanated from one of the boxes Rebecca was opening. They?d been up there for years and could contain almost anything. For some reason the smell aroused him, because his penis restlessly throbbed. If he?d had any idea that it was her flowing wetness that his nose detected things might have turned out differently.

?Okay, now let me slide down a little bit,? she directed.

After her knee moved off his right shoulder he loosened his hold and she slowly moved down between his arms. When she gave the signal he tightened his grip again. This time her bare, flat stomach was pressed against his face. When he glanced up, he had an even better, closer view of her perfect swells. Those nipples were definitely erect, he decided. She was teasing them both simultaneously.

He listened to the pounding of his own heart and to a box being opened. He saw several items being dropped to the floor. ?Oh, very chic.?

A pair of see-through panties dropped down and landed on his shoulder. The red fabric was transparent and he could see his shirt right through them. It didn't take much effort to imagine them on her. As he pictured that possibility he envisioned her luscious pink pussy lips showing right through them. His penis surged again and throbbed. More semen oozed from the tip. He hoped it hadn't soaked through the front of his pants. That would be an embarrassment he would never recover from.

?Are you about done?? he questioned. 

He decided she was cruel and evil as his aching penis helplessly throbbed in protest like a caged animal demanding to be released. And the longer she delayed the more he seeped with milky seed in anticipation of completing an act that he could not possibly pursue.

?Okay, you can let me down.?

He slowly relinquished his hold and helped her back to the floor. She lost her footing when she slipped on a blouse that shifted under her feet, and fell to her knees. He looked down and saw her kneeling directly in front of his pants. They both noticed a white, milky glob on the front at precisely the same moment.

The sexual tension between them was thick and heavy, but it was the utter embarrassment of the precarious situation that James felt. She suddenly felt sorry for all her teasing when she realized how aroused he had grown. It was impossible for her to pretend not to have seen it, because it was right in front of her eyes. Rebecca felt wicked and ashamed when she glanced up and saw the look in his eyes.

?It looks like you may have rubbed up against something,? she suggested as she tried to pretend that it wasn?t what they both knew it was. It was a failed effort to save him, but he appreciated the attempt. 

?Whatever it is I better go rinse it off before it stains,? he quickly announced as he made a quick escape.

Rebecca returned to her feet and she watched as he quickly disappeared from view. She wanted to kick herself in the ass for doing that to him. All she could do was shake her head from side to side in disbelief about what just happened. Her heart sank as she realized that she may have made a crucial error.

As soon as the bathroom door was closed and locked he sat on the toilet and took several deep breaths. Rebecca was driving him crazy. His penis and balls were so swollen that they physically ached for release. He needed to do what he hoped she wouldn?t overhear. After his pants were loosened and his raging erection released, he wadded up some toilet paper and pleasured himself.