"Fit..."
Michael wolf-whistled quietly in approval as a more...well-endowed lady, shall we say, strolled past the as-of-yet quiet toiletries aisle of the Kwik Save store. The motherly brunette wasn't anything special- subjectively speaking, of course- but something about the way her perky nipples stretched the front of her camisole gave Michael the uncanny urge to dip his slender new fingers into the middle-aged kitty he'd been granted, courtesy of Kerry, Wilko's new transfer.
Strangely enough, despite the woman's cheeks blushing bright red and an uncomfortable scowl settling across her thin painted lips, she refrained from letting out a scolding remark, instead opting to take her flushed cheeks away from the ogling man's gaze and towards another avenue of the store's labyrinth.
"Even fitter at five o'clock," Gareth snorted as he nodded at a passing blonde in a racy pair of denim shorts and a white tank top, chuckling at his lecherous young coworker as he crossed his arms across Laura's former B-cups.
This girl on the other hand was much m, visibly more flirtatious when engaging with Gareth's lingering eye contact with coy winks and bites of her bottom lip. Gareth could feel his twenty-five year old pussy swirl with glee, the prospect of scissoring her in one of the store's backrooms sounding very much appealing (and feasible) to him as of right then.
Girls love a freakshow, what can I say, he snickered mentally as he gestured for the woman to head to the bathrooms and wait for him there.
"...then I started talking about Skyrim and sh*t, y'know, 'cause that's normally a red flag that any sane woman would politely walk away from, and she just kept nodding! Granted, she hadn't been saying much at all across the night, but f*ck me!"
"F*ck me," Michael groaned, stretching his eyelids with his fingers. "Are you still going on about last night?"
"Bloody hell..." Gareth chimed in, returning his attention to a very flustered looking Steven, his gaze falling quickly from the forty-odd year old's frumpy, bespectacled noggin to the respectable figure he'd inherited from Natalie, one of the few perks that came from being paired with the bumbling dork.
The Wilko staff supervisor had been a fairly attractive woman (at least when she hadn't had Steven's extra flab pooling around her stomach) standing at a decent 5'6" tall with a modest (but markedly feminine) backside, decent curves and a pair of C-cup breasts that filled out the proportions of the bland blue company polo to an unfathomably succulent degree. Gareth found it hard to take his eyes off the wobbling sweater-puppies stuffed within, even with Steven's petulant whining interrupting his train of conscious thought.
"Have you two not been listening this entire time?"
"I stopped when you started speaking Dothraki," Gareth groaned, stuffing his hands into his pockets in an exaggeratedly masculine pose, "Started again when you ate her out in the restaurant bathroom, and almost fell asleep entirely when you tried 'nerd-flirting' by showing her your Warhammer figurine collection."
"They're vintage memorabilia..."
"Only memorabilia I need is that b*tch's underwear," Michael scoffed. "Pity she's into you, Gareth. Definitely got some sort of mental deficiency, eh?"
"Sorry, you just absolutely stink of jealousy right now, mate."
"You just don't get it, guys," Steven groaned, diverting the conversation back to his love 'woes'. "She was really into me, like, a lot!"
"What'd she even look like anyhow?"
Michael asked the question but wasn't necessarily in the mood for an answer. Rather he swiftly pulled his phone from his back pocket and began scrolling through his myriad of downloaded dating apps, a recent and frequent hobby of his now.
He grinned, acknowledging the couple dozen matches he'd already gotten so far since he'd last checked an hour prior. Maybe the raunchy bikini pics he'd secretly taken in his bathroom a week or so ago and then posted there were a tad brazen, but something about his grizzled face on Kerry's curvy frame had all sorts of women (and, scarily for him, an absurd number of men too) practically falling over themselves for his attention.
"Well, er...she dressed a bit like a goth. Y'know, piercings everywhere, tats, all that stuff. And, er, she had on some kilt-skirt-thing and a...ooh, a pair of these chunky leather knee-high boots, over which she was wearing a...bloody hell, is it called a corset?"
"F*cking hell, you know a bit too much about woman's clothing, don't you?" Gareth chuckled.
"I think maybe you know a bit too little, considering you've been wearing them for the better part of the month."
"Oh no," he countered, "I'm not throwing out the old wardrobe just because of some 'slight readjustments'. Baggy's the new skinny, y'know."
"Sure..."
"Nonetheless," Michael interrupted, pocketing his phone again after swiping right on a couple of the more salacious looking options available to him (as well as a single undeniably fit bloke; even as a straight man, he still had certain urges needing to be fulfilled).
"There you go. She's probably just one of those ones. Y'know, a lesbian who's really into your body."
"Pshaw," Steven spluttered, placing his hands on his hips in a mock power pose to hide his growing unease.
"Can you believe what you're hearing, Gareth?"
"Yeah, uh-huh," Gareth nodded absentmindedly, his eyes back on the blonde who was beckoning for him to follow her as she evaporated out of the frame.
"Cover me for a few minutes. Daddy's got sexy time queued up."
Steven harrumphed as Gareth sped away on Laura's spindly little legs, his petite converses scuffing against the waxed floors as he crept his nimble digits into the back of the woman's tight shorts and hurried her off away from any and all prying eyes.
"You guys are just allergic to seeing me happy, you know that right?"
"Tough tits, Steven," Michael murmured under his breath, his focus solely on a nude pair of tits one of his latest admirers had shot over to him to apparantly 'open up the conversation' between themselves. His fingers had retreated underneath his oversized boxer shorts once more, probing the tender flesh surrounding his vulva with a now seasoned elegance.
"Cover me too, I need to frig myself off quickly."
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