However, not all of my memories during this time come from school girls, though. Some are from very unexpected places. This one from my Jr. High years for example…
My first “inside” employment (as opposed to “outside” employment: i.e. mowing lawns, etc.) came about when I had just turned 14. My father owned a supermarket in the suburbs of the large mid-western city where we lived. After I’d served my apprenticeship tending the grounds (keeping the parking lot clean, hedges trimmed, etc.), I was “promoted” and went to work on the inside. My first assignment was to help in the store’s delicatessen.
During this time, dad hired a new manager for that department. She was a more mature lady (maybe mid 50s?) and via a divorce, single. Though she was 50-something, she still had a nice figure, with maybe just a bit more derriere than “perfect”, but still, not bad at all. She was not a small breasted woman either, but amply endowed. She wore a bra that did an admirable job of lifting her, and displayed her nicely graced abundance in an appealing way. (The bra gave a pronounced pointed nature to them. Quite pleasing at the time.) Her overall effect was that of giving the appearance of being sensually oriented.
Adding to this aura, was the bright red lipstick she wore, the make up that was a bit on the heavy side, the obviously dyed black hair… oh yes, and she smoked. She would call a man “Honey” when talking to him, and seemed friendly when talking to particular males… VERY friendly.
If this wasn’t enough to enhance her mystique, then I might as well mention that the working “uniform” for the ladies in the deli department were white work dresses, similar to a nurses attire, made of thin “seersucker”(?) material. These “uniforms” had a split in the back for walking and stooping purposes. (As for my “official” attire it was to be clean and unfaded blue jeans or slacks, white shirt, and tie.) Further reinforcing the image that she thought about things sensual more than the typical female of her maturity, was the fact that she would wear her work outfits very, very tight, and shorter than most women of her age. (Above mid knee.) I recall that she apparently didn’t wear a slip underneath it either.
In spite of all of this though, her attribute that most caught my attention was her legs. They were amazingly smooth and without flaw, and quite shapely with nice trim ankles and well proportioned calves. This fact is made more impressive when you once again take into account her maturity.
But the real “piece de resistance”, the real frosting on the cake, was her choice of stockings. Her stockings were always a beautiful dark suntan brown shade. They too, were of the mesh type. Given the combination of that tight dress (made of thin white material), and the lack of a slip beneath, made for some interesting moments for me.
In retrospect, I guess you might could say she was a bit “trashy” looking. But, I might add that (for some reason) I found it “delightfully trashy”. She was unlike any of the women I had been around in my family, or at church and the like. (And, truth be known, I think I find women with dual roles “fascinating”. That is, on the one hand she’s a nice, classy looking lady… yet at other times… can be quite the “tramp”. The former could be typified by her wearing modestly applied facial make-up, a knee length skirt and blouse in subdued colors, beige seamless stockings, and conservative shoes. The latter would be when she wears heavy make-up with bright lipstick, a black tight fitting and short dress, black full fashioned seamed stockings that fit a bit too loose, and outrageous spike heels. Both personas can drive me nuts!)
Anyway, I remember well how, when this mature deli manager would bend over to attend to something under the counter, and her tight dress would cup her behind, stretching tightly across it (revealing the faint image of her white panty girdle underneath). Thus presented to my gaping stare, her nicely rounded derriere would look its most appealing. But as “interesting” as that was… it was those stockings that would quickly capture my attention during such an encounter. You see, that tight dress would ride up high on her legs, and the hem would pull up in the back. Because of these combination of things, and that split in the back, often were the times I was not only afforded a delightful view of her nice derriere, but I could also see her stocking tops, and at times even her garter clasps and soft white skin. Whoa.
Sometimes, the cola dispenser would run amuck… and I would be called upon to fix it. This would require me squatting down (or getting on my knees) to reach under the counter top, and change out either the product or gas canisters. Of course, this always happened when a customer (or customers) was being waited on, and their drink was being drawn. So, as she would attend the needs of the customer (or customers), I would be beneath the counter fumbling with the cola canisters. This would mean, that as she waited the counter, she would at times be standing next me while I was down there. There wasn’t an abundance of room, and sometimes she would lean over my way to hand a sandwich to a customer… her leg nearest me would press against me. Under such conditions, I’ve had such a close look at her stocking covered legs, that I could easily see every detail… the diamond weave pattern of her mesh stockings… the subtle ripples of nylon beneath her knees… the creases at her ankles… everything. In such an encounter, I don’t recall ever rising back up until after she was finished and had moved to another area. I swear, if she stood there the rest of the afternoon… I think that’s how long it would have taken me to “fix” the cola dispenser!
At other times, I would be cleaning beneath the serving counter, moving the stock items, and wiping out the counters underneath. Obviously, I would again be at a lower level. I can remember scenes where she would be getting some item from underneath another part of the counter down a ways from me, and she would squat down to do so. Sometimes her legs happened to be facing me! During some of those times, I ALMOST got to see her most secretive area. For sure, I could see lots of stocking top, garter, and thigh.
I loved my job.
Looking back, I know what was adding to the eroticism for me. Yes, she was nicely built for her maturity. Yes, she gave the visual impression of being quite experienced and flirtatious (an arousing aspect in itself), and yes, she was “delightfully trashy”, but these elements by themselves would not have been sufficient to cause the sensations inside of me I was sensing. No, it was the stockings pure and simple. And, even back then, I think I knew it. But nevertheless, it was quite disconcerting to me at the time, to find myself secretly devouring the sights she was placing before me.
