Young stock clerk meets horny cougar

While I was in college I used to work summers as an all around stock clerk/clean up/maintenance/occasional cashier at this liquor store in Jersey City. The pay wasn't great, but the hours were very flexible, the job kept me in decent shape and I did meet quite a few characters while working there, the most interesting of them, let's call her 'Jane', is the focus of this story.

The first time I met Jane she strolled into the store wearing a fur coat, in mid-September, carrying an annoying yapping poodle and asking for a few items we didn't carry while I was stocking the wine racks. I remember we got into a little bit of a heated exchange when she got a little irate at the selection we had, as though I had anything to do with it, and wrote her off as a 'stuck up bitch' once she and that ridiculous dog of her's finally left.

Eventually, she pestered management enough to carry the specific brand of Rock&Rye and a few assortments of wine she wanted and became a regular. She was incredibly attractive, mid-thirties, beautiful face, devastating figure, and always wearing something that didn't leave much to the imagination, but with her curves you really couldn't fault her. However, she had a rock on her finger the size of a fist and drove an excessively flashy beamer, pair all of this with the odd hours she would come by (weekdays, mid-afternoons, usually when the rest of us are working) and it was clear that she was either independently wealthy or a trophy for some rich jackass, either way she was well out of my league. And anyway, as attractive as she was, I found her to be intolerable. She had a very shrill voice, was ridiculously impatient, storming off more than a few times because the clerk was attending other customers, all of whom had gotten there before her, and was just plain rude. Like a kindergartner, she had this propensity to get into arguments with me about the silliest things, all the more if I was busy moving cases around, to the point that I began avoiding her, if she came in the store I would find work to do in the walk-in fridge or in the basement etc until she left.

One day the manager and I were alone in the store, it was the middle of the afternoon on a Tuesday, and business was slow, so the manager decided that was the best time to run a few errands, told me he'd be right back and to mind the store. And of course, my least favorite customer walks in while he's gone, so I was forced to serve her. As she was browsing around the store she attempted to make some small talk, but I knew it would lead to the inevitable argument about (fill in the blank here) so I was decidedly non-engaging and curt with my answers: yes, no, etc. Finally, after I rung her up and bagged her purchases she asked me with noticeable frustration: "Why are you always so rude to me?!?" To this I was dumb-founded, after our first few confrontational encounters I had made very conscious efforts to stay out of her way whenever she came by, and the idea of ME being rude to HER made me lose it, saying something to the effect of: "You're a shrill, stuck up, terrible person. Always causing a commotion whenever you come in here, you believe yourself to be more important and just plain better than everyone and it is a pain to deal with you."

I'm not sure exactly what was going through her head but she told me in a very calm voice "No one has ever spoken to me like that." I imagined her telling me off to management and started thinking "dammit, now I'm gonna have to look around for another job" "how am I gonna make rent" "why did I open my big fat mouth" when she asked "Where's the manager?" I told her he went out to run some errands but he'd be back later if she wanted to talk to him, to which she asked "So you're all by yourself here?" To which I answered yes, then, oddly, she asked me if there was a sink that she could wash her hands in, and then, seductively, bit her lower lip. Confused, I asked "What?", and she repeated her question looking me right in the eyes, so I answered "...yes, in the bathroom, last door on the right." To which she then asked "Could you show me?" while twirling her hair around.

Now, I was only 21, so it really didn't take much to get me going, and at this point, watching the way she swung her hips as she walked, I started to get really aroused, and though in the back of my mind I was sure she was trying to trick me somehow, I wasn't thinking with that head at that point and decided to go with the flow. I showed her to the bathroom and she gave me a smile, asking me if I work out as she grazed my forearm. That was enough for me, I decided I was going to lose this job one way or the other but I wasn't going to pass this up, so I said "Umm, yeah, I uhh have to keep in shape for all you beautiful ladies (flexing my bi-cep as I thought 'smooth man, smooth'), wanna feel?" Her eyes narrowed, she moved in close, glanced at my crotch (which by this point was impossible to hide) and said "Not really, but I can think of something else I'd like to get my hands on..." and we kissed.

I told her 'I'll be right back', ran outside (which, might I add, sprinting with an erection crammed into your jeans is not very comfortable), scanned the lot for the manager's car, whose spot was still empty, locked the front door, returned to the back, put her against the far wall (so I could see the door) and had her right there. She was dripping wet, as though our little tiff when she was originally getting ready to leave excited her. We didn't do anything crazy, in fact it was just a quickie, and we were done inside of 5 minutes, but I guess the pent up frustration building between us along with the thrill of getting caught (anyone who poked their head in the window could have clearly seen what we were doing) made that the hottest five minutes of my life, and scored me a pretty hot summer fling on top of that. After a few months she ended it, her fiancee was 'getting suspicious', but I think she just got bored and found herself a new boy-toy, either way, thoughts of 'Jane' and the summer of 2002 always brings a smile to my face.