An Opportunity Not To Be Missed Ch. 25

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Sometimes Alison would actually find it quite pathetic to see the way he obviously enjoyed her company. But more often than not she found it quite funny, very funny in fact, and would even occasionally get a kick out of responding in a flirtatious way herself just to wind him up.

She soon noticed how often he got her to go up that ladder too, he had even taken to standing at the bottom to hold it steady for her. He would tell her every time how he couldn't go up it because he didn't like heights, but Alison wasn't stupid and she quickly realised he was just doing it to try and get a crafty look up her skirt.

Once or twice the devil came out in her and she would bend forward sticking her ass out as she did just to show him what he wanted but couldn't have, teasing him mercilessly with a clear view of her panties. She would act all innocent as if she had no idea of the show she was giving him, but inside she would be thinking what a creepy pervert he was. The satisfaction she got was from knowing that he would be going mad with frustration, a frustration brought on by her, a frustration that she and only she could release him from but of course never would. So instead she would just wind him up more and more with cheeky glimpses of her panties and her sometimes flirty ways, she knew it was cruel but as she saw it the dirty bastard got what he deserved!

Of course he didn't see it that way, he was loving it, who wouldn't?

About an hour before closing time when the shop was always empty Alison stood in the doorway of the little office at the back watching the old shopkeeper doing his banking. As he counted out the days takings she cheekily asked him how he thought she had done that week and if she was going to get a bonus for all her hard work.

"Oh I'll give you a bonus ," he replied with a dirty smile on his fat sweaty face.

To start with Alison was only joking but soon started thinking that actually she deserved one for putting up with him ogling her all week. So she pressed the point again only this time in a more flirty girlie way fiddling with her hair and pouting her lips.

"Ooh you certainly know how to get your way," he went on, "I should smack your ass you naughty girl!"

In an instant he grew excited as her response wasn't what he expected. He thought at that comment she would just call him an old pervert and leave him to it, but instead she just laughed.

"I will you know!" Brian told her.

"You wouldn't dare!"

"Oh wouldn't I?"

He couldn't believe it, was she flirting with him? He didn't waste time thinking about it, this was a golden opportunity, one not to be missed.

"You better not," she said playfully as he slid his chair out from behind his tatty old desk.

"Come here," he said as he reached for her hand.

She just laughed, which for old Brian was the green light, he could see she thought it was all just a bit of high jinx.

That was exactly what she thought, it was all just a bit of harmless fun. She was only flirting and playing along in the hope that if she got him in a good enough mood then he may throw some extra cash in her wages.

"You asked for it," he said trying to hide his excitement as he pulled her down towards him. His heart was racing and his mouth salivating as she landed face down across his lap, hands on the floor one side of him and feet on the floor the other. He already had a huge hard-on but the unbelievable sight of her ass sticking up in the air right before him barely covered by her little blue college skirt got him even more excited.

"No no!" Alison cried through fits of the giggles.

The old man laughed along with her to pretend it was all play and nothing sinister as he put one arm across her back to hold her still. Then as she struggled he said, "you asked for it," and brought his right hand down and smacked her sexy ass. She let out a playful shriek which was all the encouragement he needed to smack it again then again.

Her gorgeous rounded cheeks were as tight as a drum, with every smack he felt just how incredibly firm they were giving just a teasing jiggle before springing back to there original perfect shape. He could feel himself struggling to keep control of his excitement, he couldn't let her see how extremely turned on he was.

"OKAY OKAY I GIVE IN!" Alison shouted as she realised that things were going a bit too far.

"Had enough have you?" Brian asked her playfully. As he paused to speak the crafty old pervert rested his hand on her right ass cheek. He could see she hadn't realised where it was which gave him the chance he had been dreaming of.

She continued telling him that was enough and he continued pretending he thought she was joking, and all the while he was at long last enjoying a sneaky free feel of her gorgeous firm young ass. It felt so incredibly good and his cock was throbbing in his trousers as his hand started to gently roam over it.

She then seemed to start to try and get up, but with his mouth watering and his mind racing he suddenly started to tickle her back with his free hand in a bid to keep her there just a little longer.

Instantly she erupted into laughter and started to squirm around, she was obviously very ticklish. He looked down at her ass and saw all the movement had caused her skirt to ride up a little. In a flash he took the chance and while he tickled her with one hand to distract her attention, the other "somehow accidentally" pulled her skirt up all the way fully exposing her white lace panties.

He suddenly stopped tickling her and his joking was instantly replaced by a deadly serious silence.

"Oh God," was all he could muster as he licked his lips and and stared for a moment at the glorious sight before him. It was simply too much for a dirty old pervert like him to resist, regardless of the consequences he had to touch those gorgeous pantie covered cheeks. As he lowered his hand and his fingertips felt the fine white lace he let out a long deep sigh. The trembling of his hand was matched by the trembling of his breath as he rested his palm over one firm round cheek.

"Oh yes........lovely......" Brian whispered unable to help himself.

It was at that moment that Alison realised what was going on and she quickly struggled free, but not before the old pervert had managed to give it a desperately needed squeeze.

"I think that's far enough," said Alison firmly having gotten back to her feet. The old boy just looked at her breathing heavily, he didn't care what she thought he was thrilled by what had just happened, there was no way he would have resisted that even if he wanted to.

Alison was unsure how best to react so with just 20 minutes until the shop was due to close she said, "I think I better go home," then turned and left.

Old Brian quickly went out and locked the shop door taking the chance to watch Alison walk off down the road for a second or two before she vanished around the corner. Then, unable to wait, he scurried off back into the office. With the thought of what had just happened still fresh in his mind the filthy old pervert quickly pulled his trousers and underpants down and had the quickest yet most explosive wank. Within seconds he was shooting spunk all across his desk, thoughts of the gorgeous 18 year old racing around in his mind. Soon he was done and as he sat back down in his chair to survey the mess he had just created he hoped he hadn't scared her off for good. Having her around was pure torture but he also knew that the thought of her leaving was unbearable, he needed her, he needed to get his daily fix of seeing her incredible curves no matter how frustrating it was for him.

Saturday came and went and she didn't show, the poor fat old man thought he had blown it, he was never going to see his gorgeous fantasy girl again.

But surprise surprise at 4 o'clock on Monday she turned up as normal. To say Brian was thrilled to see her would be the understatement of the year.

After a talk about what had happened the other day the old man apologised and promised her it wouldn't happen again. He did try to explain however how difficult it was for someone like him, an overweight unattractive old man, to be in the company of such a beautiful young girl like her.

Surprisingly for him she seemed to understand and even went so far as to say that she was probably partly to blame for maybe teasing him a little too much. She also needed the job, there wasn't many around, especially with hours that suited her so well and she definitely needed the money, so all in all she was prepared to give it another go.

Over the following days old Brian knew he had to be a bit careful, he didn't want to frighten her off but he just couldn't help himself from looking at her mouth watering curves. It was hard for him as his lust for her seemed to grow and grow, the more he couldn't touch her the more he wanted to. It was so bad that as soon as she left every night he would have to relieve his almost constant erection with a desperately needed wank. A couple of times when she was up that stepladder and he got a glimpse up her skirt he even had to go out to the toilet and have a quick one right there and then.

Alison had tolerated him to a certain extent understanding that a sweaty old man of his age was only human and the temptation of her lovely firm young body must be driving him crazy. So the odd "accidental" touch here and there along with his roaming eyes was something she decided was only to be expected so she would just put up with it.

Just occasionally however various things come together all at the same time, giving a luckless fat old pervert like Brian what can only be called a once in a lifetime opportunity........

It was one week to the day since the spanking incident and Brian was sweating more than usual from the summer heat, evident from the large wet patches under his stinking armpits. It wasn't only the heat of course that was raising his body temperature. He had given Alison the task of sorting out the chest freezer that held all of the ice creams and lollies. As always he was unable to take his eyes off her, and from behind he had a lovely view as she bent over to reach inside. Working away as she was she had no idea his eyes were burning holes into her ass. Standing and bending over like that had her short blue college skirt stretching nice and tight across her gorgeous shapely young cheeks. Along with this every time she straightened up he could clearly see the affect the freezer was having on her. Her nipples were poking straight out through her bra and blouse, they were so blatantly obvious that he couldn't help but drool at the sight of them.

It was at this point that he decided to announce to her that it was his birthday, it turned out that he was in fact now 62.

"Oh my God, why didn't you say anything earlier?" Alison questioned clearly surprised.

"Aaw it's nothing," he replied, "don't worry about birthdays at my age."

"So what you doing to celebrate?" Alison continued.

"Celebrate? Nothing!"

She couldn't believe it and as she delved deeper she found that he had received no cards or anything, it seemed that nobody really cared about him, not even his family.

"If I knew I would have got you a card," she told him. She felt suddenly so sad and sorry for the old man, true he was fairly fat and disgusting but he was harmless enough and nobody deserved to be forgotten on their birthday.

Now that was the first thing, the next thing was something that the old boy wouldn't know but Alison had in fact had a naughty dream about him last night, to be honest it was her second. Now there was no way she fancied him, it was quite the opposite, just the thought of him in that way turned her stomach, but as everyone knows you have no control over your dreams no matter how unbelievable they may be.

In both of them the dirty fat old pig holds her down and forces himself on her, she tries to fight him off but he's got her trapped under his fat sweaty bulk. As she struggles to free herself he forces his dirty great big cock into her and rapes her. She has no idea where these dreams come from but she wishes they would stop. Partly because they're so horrifying, but more because she woke up each time to find herself extremely turned on, so much so that her pussy is dripping wet and needing instant attention.

Standing there looking at him now she felt disgusted at herself and couldn't understand why she would get turned on by these dreams. Just the mere thought of it made her skin crawl.

The final twist of the day was that Alison was due to go straight out to a party from work that night and had asked Brian earlier in the week if she could get changed there before going.

As it was now 20 minutes from closing time she asked him if it was alright for her to go into the back office and get ready.

Of course that was okay with him, the thought of her stripping off in his grubby little office got him rather excited.

"Now you just stay out there," she told him as she shut the door behind her. He waited a minute or so getting ever more excited at the thought of her getting undressed in there. Should he just go in for a look? What would she say? What COULD she say? As he thought it over in his mind he went across and flipped the 'closed' sign over on the shop door and locked it.

This was the chance of a lifetime, he had to take it, there was no way he could resist the overwhelming temptation.

As it was a party she was going to Alison had changed even her underwear into something a little more special. She had put on a full matching pure white lace set, a half-cup 32GG bra that held her phenomenal bust perfectly, a matching thong with a small lace triangle to the front and a much smaller one emerging from the top of her ass at the back, joined together with thin lace ties either side on top of her hips. The cherry on the cake though was the pure white stockings that encased her gorgeous legs like a second skin with matching frilly white lace suspenders holding them up. On her feet she had on white shoes with a good 5 inch heel, she had put them on already as the carpet was so filthy and she didn't want to get her stocking feet dirty.

It wasn't hard to imagine the shock old Brian got when he came bursting in pretending to be sorry because he had to get something. The moment he saw her standing there in just those sexy undies he instantly froze.

Alison shouted at him to get out and grabbed the only thing within reach which was her white college blouse.

"Get out will you!" She again shouted.

But the poor pathetic old fool couldn't move he just stood there as if in some sort of trance staring at her. He didn't know what to think, this was a completely unexpected surprise. To see a girl with an unbelievably voluptuous body like hers wearing the sort of underwear that, quite honestly, he didn't think women really wore other than in his fantasies, was just too much. Then as Alison quickly threw the blouse on he seemed to instinctively grab the rest of her clothes from on the desk.

"Give them to me," demanded Alison as she tried to button the blouse up. But still the old man stared at her with his mouth now fully open and his tongue almost hanging out.

After a few seconds the shock started to fade and Brian, as if acting on instinct, threw the clothes out through the door into the shop and closed it.

Alison grew nervous as he turned his back to her and she heard the key turn in the lock. He then took the key and placed it high up on top of the door frame. There was no way she would be able to reach it from there and get the door open and she knew it.

The fat sweaty old man turned back to face her. "Ooh this is very kind of you, ooh thank you," he said quietly as he removed his wiry old glasses and wiped them on the bottom of his shirt before placing them back on.

"W...what do you mean?" Alison asked nervously.

"Well, you know, isn't this my birthday treat?" As he spoke his eyes roamed all over her and sweat ran from his balding head down the sides of his fat red face. He was so turned on by the sight of her, he had honestly never seen anything like it in real life, she looked like she had stepped straight from the pages of his higher quality top shelf magazines, in fact even they couldn't compare to her.

All Alison had to cover herself was the white blouse that suddenly looked a little on the small side. It was possibly the different sexier bra she was wearing, but the gaping between the buttons told of the strain they found themselves under. It was also short, very short, the bottom of it stretching tightly around her hips and only covering half of her ass.

Standing there in her stockings and suspenders and tightly fitted blouse she ironically looked an even greater turn on than if she was completely naked.

Again Alison protested and insisted he get her clothes right now.

"Well that depends," said the old man as he stepped up closer to her. "You can have them back, if I can have a birthday kiss."

"W...what!...N...no, look just give me my clothes."

He licked around his mouth with his filthy fat tongue as he took another step closer. "Ooh come on, it is my birthday, just a little kiss, mmmm?"

As his face got closer to hers he glanced down at her cleavage, having only managed to do up a few buttons there was plenty for the old pervert to feast his hungry eyes on.

She had never seen him like this before it was as if he was a different person, he looked to have lost all self control and for the first time Alison found the look of lust in his eyes frightening and didn't know what to do. With his mouth just inches from hers and his vile breath filling her nostrils the pretty blond knew that whatever he was going to do there was really nothing she could do to stop him.

"P...please don't," whimpered Alison as she tried to move her head back away from him. She looked afraid, like a rabbit caught in the headlights of a car, her beautiful big blue eyes watering over.

His voice was now a trembling whisper and sweat ran down his face as he backed her up against the wall. "Ooh you know what you're doing, you're such a tease," he whispered as he brought his hands forward and placed them on her hips.

As he moved a little closer he felt his way down her white lace suspenders and over her stocking clad thighs. The silky smooth nylon felt amazing and the old man took the opportunity to have a good feel up and down her sexy young thighs. Alison could clearly see he had a thing for stockings and suspenders from the way his breathing grew heavier as he carried on feeling his way up and down them.

"God you're beautiful," he whispered as he looked deeply into her big blue eyes, "so very beautiful." He could see she wasn't enjoying what he was doing but he couldn't help himself, he had to push his luck further.

"Please...ooh please....make an old man happy, just for a minute..." As his voice trailed off he pressed his lips to hers and sighed heavily as, with no real choice, she allowed him to continue.

His breathing suddenly grew more rapid and his excitement started to overwhelm him as he instinctively brought a hand up and cupped her right breast.

"Oh God mmmmm yes, oooh lovely mmmmm yes yes," his muffled voice quivered as he seemed to tremble all over.

Completely defenceless Alison tried to protest but he took no notice as at long last his hands were on the 18 year olds lovely big tits, freely feeling them all over through the tight fitting blouse.

Her body felt so amazing, even better than he would have ever dared imagine. He was amazed at the firmness of her young body and as his hands wandered more he found she had such a slender toned frame. He then quickly realised just how much of what was under her blouse was pure tit meat. The smooth feel of her fresh white blouse and the way it coated her body only added to the experience.

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