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NIGHTY-WARE 

Part 31 (mf)

Prologue

It all started when mom had hosted a Nighty-Ware party for some friends and neighbors in my house.  Instead of plastic storage containers, lingerie of all kinds was sampled and purchased.  My first sexual experiences came as a result of delivering these purchases to our neighbors.  Since then, I've continued to have a variety of sexual experiences with an assortment of partners.
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I always seemed to be short on spending money and decided I needed to get a part-time job.  A likely place was Liddy's, a local store that was a cross between a dime store and a department store.  If you were lucky, they had just the item you were looking for that day.  If not, they didn't have it or just sold the last one with no chance for any more.  It was close to school.  More than that, it was a challenge.  My buddies had tried in the past to get stock boy jobs at the store but gruff Mr. Liddy shooed them away like pesky flies.  They didn't think I'd have much of a chance either, so we made a wager on my success.

The front of the store had crowded aisles where everything seemed to be out of place.  Old yellowed signs hanging above had no relationship to what was on the shelves below.  You needed to walk each and every aisle, looking for your desired purchase.  Therefore, the store was always crowded with people, all searching diligently for items on their shopping lists.  If I didn't know better, I would have suspected Mr. Liddy of doing this on purpose to keep people in the store longer and generate spontaneous sales.

Mr. Liddy was at his station, the checkout counter, overseeing his daughter Libby as she tallied up a purchase.  The cash register was large, shiny and mechanical.  When Libby hit the final total button, the machine rumbled and then rang loudly, shaking the counter on which it stood.

I approached the twosome.  Libby had a big smile for me.  Everything about Libby was big.  She wasn't fat, more like what parents kindly called big boned.  There was no waist present to separate the top and bottom of her torso.  She did have a pretty face that puffed out at her cheeks as if her mouth was full of pudding.  Mr. Liddy stared and said nothing so the ball was in my court.  

"I was wondering, sir, if you needed any help at the store.  I'm looking for a part-time job.  I'm a hard worker and..," I began.  

Mr. Liddy waved me off with a curt "I don't need any help here," putting his arm around his daughter and squeezing her in a protective hug.  

Libby stood on her tiptoes and whispered something into her father's ear.  He was trying to shrug off her suggestion but evidently couldn't overcome her persistence.  

"All right.  Libby reminded me that I need some stock rotated.  Can you do that?" he asked.  

I had no idea what he meant and Libby saw my blank expression that was about to get me fired before I even began working.  

"Let me show him, daddy, " Libby offered.  

"Okay.  I'll pay you minimum wage.  Libby, make him a timecard and show him how to clock in and out."  

She moved from the counter and left her dad shaking his head at a decision he already regretted.  I felt stupid, taking a job I didn't know how to do with an undefined commitment of time.  Now was the not the right time to ask about hours, I decided.  Best to show some results first.

I followed Libby to the back of the store through a doorway into the storage room.  Libby took a blank time card, put my name on it, and put it in my hand.  Holding my hand, she directed it at a time clock that punched me in.  I was getting paid for learning the job.  Cool, I thought.  I put the timecard in the storage rack and turned around.  Libby took my hand again and led me further back into the depths of the storage area where new stock was stored.  We passed the delivery door near the rear of the building.  

"So what do I have to do?" I asked Libby.  

"You need to move the newly arrived items to the back and move the older items forward.  This prevents items from expiring before we can sell them," Libby explained.  "Then you have to make sure the shelves are full of that item.  We usually order when we're running low," she continued.  

"That's pretty simple.  You're always selling the oldest items first," I parroted.  

The most recent delivery was near the delivery door, with a shipping list that enumerated all of the items.  

"It may take you a while to find where to put things.  My dad has his own system for storing our products.  I'd be happy to stick around and help," Libby offered.  

"Sure, I'd appreciate it," I replied.  

I scanned the list of newly arrived products and picked one.  

"Where is the toothpaste?" I asked.  

Libby scanned the piles of boxes and cartons and shelves and pointed to a high shelf on the wall.  I carried the carton over to the shelving unit and looked for a ladder.  I found it in the corner leaning against the wall.  It was metal and old but the best thing available.  I propped it up and started up to the shelf.  

"I'll steady it for you," Libby offered. 

I carried the new box up the ladder and tried to maintain my balance.  There wasn't a convenient place to put the new box while I pulled the older toothpaste forward.  I stuck a corner of the new carton in between the ladder rungs in front of my chest while I pulled the older boxes forward, making room behind them for the new box.  All the while, I wished I had planned this better.  

Suddenly I had another problem.  Libby was holding the ladder with one hand but had moved her other hand to my lower leg.  This was not helping keep me balanced.  I worked harder to get the older products out of the way so I could move the box sticking into my chest up on the shelf.  Libby's hand moved up my leg, on my calf just below my knee.  There was finally enough space to push the new toothpaste to the back of the shelf, allowing me to move closer to the shaky ladder.  Libby's hand moved in between my legs and grasped my lower thigh.  I had an involuntary reaction as I moved the original contents back into position.  My task completed, I took my first step down the ladder.  Libby's hand remained between my legs, and she now had my whole crotch in her hand.  After a brief grope, she realized that she was impeding my downward progress and removed her hand reluctantly.  

"Next?" she asked looking at the bulge in my pants.  

I got the list and found the next item.  The same scenario played itself out a couple more times.  I was handling the stock rotation work as Libby was handling me.  After the third time, I was fully erect, frustrated and more than a little angry.  

"What do you want?" I asked Libby as if I didn't know.  

"Come with me," Libby replied and I followed her through a maze of cartons and crates into an isolated area of the storage room.  "Heather and I had an interesting conversation.  She said you took her cherry.  She said you might be willing to deflower me too," she said.  

Here we go, I thought, cheerleaders telling their friends about their experiences.  Will this ever end?  "That was a different circumstance.  I was being blackmailed.  There is only Heatheršs word against mine," I advised Libby.  

"Heather said she'll tell the authorities if you don't make me happy," Libby threatened.  

"And what would make you happy, Libby?" I asked taking Heather's threat seriously.  

"I want to see it," she replied.  

"You want to see what?"  

"Your, uh, penis" she relented.  

I unbuttoned and unzipped, pulled my pants and underwear to my knees and thrust my hard-on forward toward Libby's face.  

"Suck it," I directed.  

Libby hesitated and then moved her mouth close, closing her eyes as her lips came in contact with the head of my erection.  I pushed forward and my dick slid forward into Libby's mouth, her lips caressing the sensitive area behind the head.  

"Use your tongue," I said.  

Libby stretched her tongue forward and I moved deeper toward her throat.  Libby started to gag.  

"Relax your throat so I can go deeper," and Libby did as I requested.  

Now I started to move back and forth, going a bit deeper with each thrust.  Libby licked and sucked as I had requested.  Her technique was naive but effective.  I took her curly dark haired head in my hands and dictated the pace.  Libby was deep-throating me quite successfully.  The relative silence was broken by Mr. Liddy, calling for his daughter to come and staff the cash register.  Libby wasn't about to quit until we had results and she kept sucking.  With no response, Mr. Liddy cared for the customer as we kept at it.  I could hear the rhythm of the register as Mr. Liddy rang up a customer's purchase.  I used that sound to guide my motion.  My glands began to constrict and generate fluids.  As the register rang up the total with a rumble and a ring, I pumped a stream of cum down Libby's throat.  As I pulled back, she swallowed without prompting.  Libby used her tongue to wipe a thread of cum from her lips.  She seemed to be satisfied and maybe even happy that she was able to get me off.  

"That was great!  So when can we fuck?" she inquired.  

I told her this wasn't the time or place.  "You should probably go back up front before your dad comes looking for us," I suggested.  

Libby left the storage room and left me alone.  I finished up rotating the stock in the back room and then used the same list to examine the shelves for refill requirements.  As I restocked the shelves, I relocated the products to the proper position according to the hanging signs.  Mr. Liddy wandered over to see how I was doing and exploded.  

"You're messing things up.  These things are all in the wrong places.  I knew hiring you was a mistake.  Punch out and I'll pay you for the time you spent today," he barked.  

As I left the store with a cash payment, Libby looked dejected.  I shrugged, hoping that leaving her father's employ would make me less available and reduce the likelihood of her achieving her objective.

At least, with my time card as evidence, I could collect on the bet I had made with my buddies.

Continued in NIGHTY-WARE  Part 32

An Original HM Tale

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