Dirty Old Men Ch. 01

'Insufficient Funds, please take your card.'

I bit my lip and tried not to swear in front of the queue that was building behind me at the cash machine. Now what was I going to do?

I was supposed to be meeting my friend Julie for a drink in town but now I only just had enough for the bus back home. I texted Julie to let her know I couldn't make it and why, and headed despondently back to the bus station.

About halfway home she rang me, "Hi Julie," I began, "really sorry about earlier, I thought I had some money in the bank, but..."

"I would have bought you a drink you silly cow," she cut in.

"I know but I don't like sponging," I sighed. "You haven't seen any jobs going anywhere have you?"

"Don't you get your allowance still?" she asked.

"No, Dad stopped it when I left school in June. He said he couldn't afford to pay that and pay for my college course."

"Too busy spending money on his new girlfriend I expect," she quipped and we both laughed. "Well...there's a job going in town, but I don't know if you'd want it."

"I'd do anything at the moment," I sighed. "I'm skint and my mum's broke as usual."

"Well if your mum would stop drinking for five minutes she might have a few quid," Julie replied angrily and then immediately apologised.

"I'm sorry Sarah," she continued more softly, "I know it's not your fault. Look, there's a job going in the newsagent on Filkins Lane in town, but be warned the owner's a real old perv."

"What do you mean?" I asked my interest piqued.

"Well, you know Tracey Jones? She was working there until last week, but she left cos he couldn't keep his hands to himself apparently. That's how I know about the job."

I hesitated for a moment. "Well it's still a job, how much was he paying her?"

"I think the money was ok, it's just him. Apparently he's in his sixties and creepy looking and he wouldn't leave Tracey's bum alone."

I imagined myself in a seedy little shop with an old man groping my bottom while I served leering customers and squirmed in my seat, rubbing my thighs together as I felt my pussy getting damp.

"Well if all he's going to do is squeeze my bum every now and again it doesn't sound too bad," I tried to keep my breathing even as I spoke but Julie knew me too well.

"You dirty cow!" she laughed. "You're getting turned on thinking about some old bloke feeling your arse aren't you? I forget you haven't had a shag in bloody ages, well just don't let him stick it up you. Anyway I've got to go, the number should be in the yellow pages I reckon, let me know how you get on."

I put my phone back in my bag and squirmed in my seat some more as I imagined some fat dirty old man running his pudgy hands over my bottom. Smiling to myself, I decided I'd call him as soon as I got home.

***

The minute I got back I rifled through the yellow pages, found what I was looking for and dialled the number.

"Hello, Jackson's," a whiny old voice answered.

"Erm, hi my name's Sarah. A friend told me you had a job going in your shop?"

"Yes, yes I have love. Have you done this sort of work before?" the old man asked.

"Well no, I've only just left school actually. But I'll work hard."

"I'm sure you will love," he chuckled. "I was looking for someone with experience though really. Tell me, how did you hear there was a vacancy? I haven't actually advertised yet."

"Erm, well my mate told me the last girl left last week and that you might be looking for someone new." I replied.

"Oh...right...I see, well what did she say exactly?" he sounded a little bit nervous and I smiled to myself.

"Nothing, just that there might be a job going," I lied.

"Ok then...well come in tomorrow at 9am and we'll see how you go, give you a trial for a few days and we'll start you at six pounds an hour how does that sound?"

I told him it sounded great and thanked him before putting the phone down.

I rubbed my thighs together and imagined his whiny little voice in my ear as his hands roamed across my bum. I decided to dress as sexy as I could for my first day at work and headed upstairs to sort through my wardrobe, it meant I could stay out of Mum's way as well - she was already pissed and it was only five o'clock in the afternoon.

***

I woke up next morning smiling to myself as I recalled the sexy dream I'd just had about a group of old men looking up my skirt and then leapt up out of bed when I remembered where I was supposed to be in about an hour's time.

Diving in and out of the shower as quickly as I could, I put on my sexiest black lacy bra and knickers and pulled on the short pleated navy blue mini skirt and tight white blouse I'd picked out the night before. Thinking I'd probably be on my feet all day I decided to wear my trainers as they'd be more comfortable than heels which would have probably been to dressy anyway.

I put on a little bit of makeup around my eyes so it wasn't too obvious and tied my long blonde hair up in pigtails.

Looking at myself in the mirror I reckoned I looked quite sexy but still a bit innocent at the same time, just the sort of look I was after. The blouse was very tight around my boobs, "I certainly wasn't a 36DD the last time I wore this," I thought to myself and giggled. Bending forward and looking over my shoulder I could see my skirt ride up just enough to show the bottom half of my bum cheeks and my black lacy knickers.

"If I don't get groped today it will be a fucking miracle," I murmured to myself and smiled, while making a few last minute adjustments.

Grabbing my bag I ran for the bus and got there just in time. The driver looked straight at my tits when I got on and paid him, so I pushed them out slightly to give him a bit of a thrill and he went bright red. Stifling a giggle I moved towards the back of bus and sat down.

At the next stop there was a huge queue of pensioners waiting to get on. I remembered it was market day today and guessed this was their day out for the week. I felt quite sorry for them really and got up to give my seat to an old woman who looked a bit unsteady on her legs. She thanked me and I smiled, reaching for the bar above my head to steady myself when the bus moved off.

The bus was pretty packed now with quite a few people standing and I was surrounded by bodies all in close proximity to my own. So when I felt something brush across my bottom a few minutes later I thought nothing of it, but when it happened a second time and then a third a smile spread across my lips. I hadn't seen anyone younger than sixty get on the bus, so it must be some old bloke trying to feel me up!

I didn't move and just acted normal, waiting to see what would happen. A few moments later the hand returned to my bum, but this time it stayed when it touched me and moulded itself to the shape of my round buttocks.

The hand was still for a minute or two and it was nice just feeling it there, knowing some old bloke was touching me like that. But then, seeing as I hadn't moved to stop them, the hand began to squeeze and caress my arse. I decided to give him some encouragement as we were nearly in town and would have to get off soon, so I pushed my bum back into his hand letting him know I liked what he was doing to me.

As soon as I moved his hand dropped and my heart sank, but then leapt, as I felt it return to cup my bum. This time though it was underneath my skirt and I stifled a gasp as he groped and squeezed my arse. Trying not to draw attention to myself I moved my feet apart slightly when he pushed against my inner thighs, but I couldn't help but gasp and had to pretend I had a slight cough when I felt his fingers slip under the elastic of my knickers and rub along the crease of my cunt before slipping easily into my wet hole.

I could feel the tingle building in my stomach and wasn't sure I could stay quiet if I came. My knees were starting to give already as I felt his bony old fingers sliding in and out of me and now and then across my wet clit. My hips began to rotate gently of their own accord and I pushed myself back onto his fingers as he slipped another one inside me.

"Oh God yes," I thought to myself.

Just then the bus stopped and people started to move towards the doors, the hand was instantly withdrawn from my knickers and I both felt and heard the snap of the elastic as it fell back into place.

I held onto the bar above me as people pushed past to get off, my legs trembling. He was so close to bloody finishing me off and now I'd been left frustrated.

I glanced out of the window and saw a little old man giving me a toothless grin, he held his fingers to his nose and made a show of sniffing them and I gave him a rueful smile as the bus moved off.

***

The next stop was mine, so I got off and walked the short distance to Filkins Road and stopped just before I got to the shop. It was five to nine so I had just enough time to check my clothes and hair before I went in. Pulling my compact from my bag I gave myself a once over and decided to undo a few buttons on my blouse, just enough so that the old pervert would get a good look at my cleavage and see the edge of my bra.

When I got to the shop I saw that it was every bit as run down and seedy as the one in my imagination. I took a deep breath and went in.

"Hello Mr Jackson, I'm Sarah," I smiled at the old man behind the counter.

"Hello love," he whined his wide eyes darting between my tits and my thighs and never once looking at my face. "Call me Les love, call me Les," he beamed, showing two rows of rather yellow teeth.

He was every bit as old and pervy as I'd been led to believe, his enormously fat belly stretched his shirt, which was so out of date it was back in fashion, to the extreme. His thick glasses magnified his bulging eyes and made them look comically huge as he leered at me.

I shuddered in anticipation as I imagined his hands on me.

"So where do you want me to start Les?" I asked brightly.

He came round from behind the counter and I saw that he was wearing tatty old carpet slippers and a pair of trousers that can't have been washed for a month.

"Come through to the back Sarah and I'll show you where everything is," Les shuffled through a grubby bead curtain and I followed him.

"This is the store room and there's a kitchen just off to the side for eating lunch and making tea," I felt his hand on the small of my back as he guided me round.

"You can put your bag in the cupboard over there so no one will pinch it and the toilet is behind that door there," his hand began rubbing gently and I involuntarily shuddered.

"Oh I'm sorry love, I'm a very touchy feely person and I forget some people don't like it," he smiled nervously, adjusting his glasses and removing his hand from my back, mistaking my reaction.

"Oh no that's ok, I don't mind you touching me," I laughed equally nervously, my heart racing as I moved slightly closer to him, inviting him to touch my young body with his old hands.

I smiled to myself as I felt his hand return to my lower back and begin rubbing gently again.

"Good...good," he smiled, his face so close to mine I could smell his stale breath. "I think we'll get on very well you and me," his voice was oily now and slightly deeper as I felt his hand creeping slightly lower and onto the top of my bum.

"What's up there?" I asked, leaning forward slightly as if looking up the dark staircase in the corner.

"T...that's erm well that's my flat, I live up there Sarah," his breathing now a little ragged.

We stood motionless and silent looking at each other and I felt the tension building as his pudgy old hand slipped lower still, almost to the point of cupping my round bottom cheek when the shop bell rang and the moment was lost.

"Bugger," Les muttered under his breath as he shuffled out to the shop.

I breathed again, aware that my nipples were rock hard and visible through the front of my blouse and that my knickers were now soaking wet. I put my bag in the cupboard and, as a few more customers had now come in, went out to the shop to see what needed to be done.

Les asked me to tidy up the magazine shelves on the far side of the shop. "Don't worry about the top shelf ones love I can do those if you're embarrassed," he added gallantly.

"It's ok I don't mind," I smiled. I'm sure his glasses steamed up slightly.

The magazine shelves were a mess, so I started at the bottom and worked my way up to the top. Just as I was finishing off the shelf below the top one Les came over and asked if I'd like a cup of tea.

"Oh yes please, milk no sugar please Les," I smiled at him again, he seemed to like that. I could imagine that not many people smiled at Les.

"Sweet enough eh?" the old man laughed and I laughed along politely. "Listen love, you don't have to do the top shelf if you don't want I don't mind," he stressed again.

"Honestly Les it's fine," I smiled, picking up copies of 'Eighteen and Horny' and 'Mature Mamma's' from the shelf and rearranging them neatly.

Les stood watching me silently as I stretched up to reach the top shelf and rearrange the porn magazines with no more concern than if they were Woman's Weekly. After a moment he seemed to remember himself and shuffled off to the back room. I felt my skirt riding up over my bottom slightly as I reached up to the magazines and realised he must have had quite an eyeful when he was standing behind me.

I stopped and waited for him to reappear as I didn't want to finish off the job before he got back.

A few minutes later I heard his shuffling footsteps approaching and quickly got back to work, making sure I stretched as far as I could up on my tip toes to reach the magazines right at the back of the shelf.

"I'll put it down here for you love," Les's voice was a bit wobbly now and I saw out of the corner of my eye that he was looking straight up my skirt as he bent down to place my cup of tea on the floor.

"Thanks Les," I grunted as I reached further up than I needed to, my skirt now riding half way up my arse.

Then I felt him touch me again, and again I shuddered as I felt his hand gently stroking the small of my back.

"Careful you don't slip love," he breathed.

I knelt down to get my tea, momentarily displacing his hand, and when I stood up he'd replaced it but slightly lower this time.

"So how do you like it here so far?" he asked me, his hand rubbing in small circles at the top of my bum.

"Yeah it's great," I smiled in between sips of hot tea.

"You think you'd like to stay on then? Do you like working with me Sarah?" Les asked his eyes fixed on my bulging cleavage.

I felt his hand move gradually lower and lower across my bum and I felt my stomach tighten as I looked at the fat old man who was feeling me up.

"Yes Les, I really like it here," I smiled. "As you said, I'm sure we'll get on very well together."

"Good...good girl," Les almost whispered as his hand moved down the back of my thigh and then back up and underneath my short skirt.

He squeezed and kneaded my bum, his breath quickening, pulling me towards him slowly, his eyes still focussed on my tits. I felt the bulge of his enormous belly pressing into my side as he reeled me in and his hand dropped further down my arse, pushing deeper between my thighs so I parted my legs slightly to give him better access.

"Oh you naughty girl," he whispered excitedly as I felt his fingers pushing the gusset of my knickers into my wet slit. His other hand shakily reached up and popped another button open on my blouse revealing more of my soft warm flesh to his gaze and he sighed as he began squeezing and groping at my tits roughly.

"Are you a naughty girl Sarah?" the old man whispered.

"Yes Les, I'm a naughty girl," I gasped as I felt him push my knickers to one side and slip first one chubby finger then a second into my pussy, I arched my back slightly and pushed back onto them to try and get them deeper inside me.

"That's it Sarah, now undo your bra for me," Les coaxed.

I put the cup down on the shelf in front of me and reached back to unclip my bra for him, my hands shaking.

"Oh yes!" he gasped as my bra loosened and I felt his hand move across my flesh and begin squeezing and pinching my nipples.

By now he was fingering me hard and fast, my cunt making delicious squelching noises as his fat old fingers pistoned in and out of my young hole. I felt my body responding and moaned as my knees began to give way.

"That's it love, that's it Sarah love, cum for Les. Come on love let yourself go," Les whispered.

I felt his wet tongue enter my ear as he pinched and pulled my nipples hard and it sent me over the edge.

"Oh Les!" I gasped, clinging onto him as he frigged me harder.

"That's it love, good girl," he whispered wetly in my ear pushing his tongue even deeper.

Just then the shop bell rang as a customer came through the door. Luckily we were behind a rack so he didn't see dirty old Les quickly pulling his hands out of his eighteen year old shop assistant's knickers and bra.

"I'll serve him, you go in the back room," he laughed, patting me on the bum as I scurried off holding my blouse together to stop my tits falling out.

I was still cumming as I ran across the shop and by the time I'd reached the back room I was breathless and shaking. I sat on the table in the kitchen grasping its edge firmly in both hands as my body calmed down. I laughed to myself when I looked down and saw that my tits were hanging out of my blouse, my large brown nipples still hard and large angry red marks showing where Les had mauled my soft flesh.

The sound of the bead curtain made me look up and I smiled when I saw Les shuffling towards me a look of lust on his old features.

"So I've got the job then?" I asked cheekily.

"Oh yes love, you've got the job," Les sniggered as he reached down to the zip on his dirty pants.

I watched lustfully, my mouth watering, as he slowly unzipped himself and pulled out his gnarled old cock. By the time he reached me he was pulling at it gently and I could see that it was already stiffening.

"My turn now Sarah," he gasped.

I reached down and took hold of his cock, dislodging his hand in the process, and began to wank him slowly, pulling the foreskin back tightly and delighting in the warm fishy aroma emanating from his dirty bell end.

"What do you want Les?" I breathed, looking him in the eye as he began to maul my naked tits again.

"I want to fuck you Sarah," Les moaned. "Please Sarah, let me fuck you love."

I felt so horny I couldn't speak so I just nodded, my breathing ragged and my hips pushing out towards him, inviting him inside. His cock was stiff and thick in my hand now so I let it drop, moving to undo his pants instead. My other hand roamed over his huge fat belly, undoing the buttons one by one.

"Hold on," he quavered.

Les stuffed his cock back into his pants and shuffled out to the shop again, I grinned as I saw him changing the sign on the door and locking it.

He came back in and started struggling out of his pants, "We won't be disturbed now Sarah my love," he panted, "so take your knickers off and bend over the table there's a good girl."

I was shaking I was so turned on at this point, being told what to do by this dirty old pervert was so incredibly erotic. I slipped my knickers down over my thighs and stepped out of them as they dropped to the floor, then with a smile I turned my back on Les and bent slowly over the table top, gasping as my hot tit flesh came into contact with the cool surface.

I heard the old man behind me and then felt his hands on my thighs pushing my skirt up over my hips. "Good girl Sarah love," he panted as he moved closer, I felt his big belly on my back as his hard cock poked and slipped around between my legs.

Then he was in me, grunting like a pig as he thrust his old cock balls deep into my tight eighteen year old cunt.