I continued loading the conveyor (very slowly) on automatic pilot as I took in the details. I glanced at the name badge on her left breast: Lucy. Then back to her panties.

They were a grubby off-white colour, plain with no frills. They looked well-worn, even a little threadbare, worn many times with a few little holes here and there also showing their age. Clearly the supermarket didn't pay enough for a regular supply of new panties. My cock was now rock hard, to the point of discomfort.

As I continued slowly loading (making the most of her exposed gusset) Lucy turned her attention back to me, still smiling. She saw I was staring at something and followed my eyeline.

She gasped and her cheeks flushed red as she realised I was staring at her exposed knickers. She looked around to see if anybody else had noticed (of course they hadn't) and started lifting her bum off the stool to pull her skirt back down.

I held her gaze and raised my hand in a “stop” gesture and pulled a £5 note from my wallet, alternately looking straight into her blue eyes and down at her underwear. I palmed the £5 note onto the counter while it fairly quickly dawned on her what I wanted.

Still blushing furiously she surreptitiously tucked the money into a pocket and furtively looked around to make sure nobody else could see what she was doing.

Staring me straight in the eye Lucy raised the hem of her skirt even a little higher than it had been before and parted her legs again so that I had a perfect close up view of her grubby off-white panties while she turned her attention to the conveyor and passed my items through the checkout.

Eventually all the items were through. I went to the card machine and Lucy turned towards me, still showing her somewhat ragged panties in full view. As I dealt with the card payment I said “Very good Lucy. Let's do it again soon”.

As she gave me the receipt Lucy just stared into my eyes, her cheeks still blazing, but said nothing.

My cock remained rock hard as I drove home and walked into the house. My wife Anna was just home from work and still wearing her nurse's uniform. I could think of nothing but emptying my balls so took her by the hand to our bedroom and laid her on her back on the bed. I quickly pulled off my trousers and pants and Anna stared wide-eyed at my hard cock, standing up straight to my belly button and beyond.

I unceremoniously pushed up her uniform skirt, pulled her tights down and off and pulled her light blue knickers down until they were wrapped around her left ankle. She gasped and whimpered a little as I pushed all seven inches of my cock straight into her hairy fanny and started pumping hard. Then, just as I felt her twat getting moist around my cock and she really started gasping, I pushed even harder as I pictured Lucy's grubby panties and groaned as I pumped what felt like a gallon of warm semen up my wife's fanny.

To be continued...

As usual I was doing my weekly shop in my favourite local discount supermarket, nice and cheap is what I like.

My preference is always to shop at night when there are few other shoppers about, and on this occasion I'd chosen my time well and was the only shopper.

My trolley was full to the brim so I walked over to the only till with a light on (no assistant there yet) and started to unload onto the conveyor. Very soon I noticed a girl heading for the checkout for me.

She was quite pretty, short (maybe 5 foot 6 at the most), a girl-next-door type, blonde hair tied back in a pony tail, early twenties I thought and, of course, dressed in the rather drab supermarket uniform.

Most of the female staff wore the standard black trousers, often so tight that you could enjoy their bum cheeks.

I noticed straight away however that this girl was wearing a short black uniform skirt, several inches above her knees, with bare legs underneath.

It was going to take me a long time to load up the conveyor and in this shop the assistant only starts putting items through when everything is ready to go, so she hoisted herself up onto the stool provided (which was very high), gave me a polite little smile and waited for me to finish loading.

As I continued loading I glanced at her and immediately felt my cock swelling up inside my pants. I don't know whether she had forgotten that she was wearing a skirt (and a short one at that) instead of trousers, or was just plain careless, but she was sitting on the high stool with her hells tucked in to the metal bar and her legs splayed open. While shuffling onto the seat to get comfortable her skirt had ridden right up her bum and thighs.

Her legs were parted just as if she was wearing trousers to protect her modesty and I had a perfect view up her skirt just a couple of feet away from me. In this position I was able to have a good close look at her pantie-covered fanny while she was looking around the shop, patiently waiting for me to finish loading, totally unaware that I could see right up her skirt.

To be continued...

It didn't take long  for the potential benefits of this well-positioned window into the ticket office to register. My next shift was the following day from 12 midday onwards so (being a keyholder) I was letting myself into the cinema at 10.30 a.m., at least an hour and a half before any other staff were due.

Down to the basement armed with a strong glass cleaner and the window was soon shining clean, at least on one side. I found an old hatstand, dusted it off, and placed it close to the window. Back upstairs I let myself into the ticket office, bent under the counter and applied the cleaner vigorously to this side of the window.

Finished cleaning, I peered hard through the window. The ticket office was so bright, the cellar so dark that I couldn't really make out the hatstand at all so reckoned I could observe safely. In any case, the girl in the ticket office would have to climb off the seat and squat down to look under the counter (even if she knew the window was there!) which would give me plenty of time to retreat into the darkness of the cellar if necessary. 

 Back to the cellar. While the view from the ticket office side was well obscured, the view from the cellar was now as if there was no glass there at all, the window was so clean. Perfect. Back to the staff room to check the day's rota. As I'd hoped, Cara was on duty in the ticket office from 1.30 on.

The cinema was situated in a very old building but everything about it was bang up to date for the time. Spotlessly clean, comfortable seats, excellent sound system and there was even a set of vision relays which repeated what was on the screen to two televisions on the libby walls, and also a television in the ticket office for the benefit of the girl working there. The TVs in the lobby were silent but the ticket office girl could enjoy the film in sound and vision.

So one warm summer's day I was on duty and it was going to be a long shift, from 12 middy to 12 midnight. The projectionist was up in his loft, Debbie and Sarah were usheretting and Cara was in the ticket office.

Cara came from a poor local family, and she was a clever girl who (unlike me) had stayed on at school to do A-Levels. Now 18, this was her final year in school.

As my shift dragged on with nothing much to do I decided to explore the old building, armed with my walkie-talkie in case my services were required. I waved at Cara as I passed. She was slim and pretty, her straight brunette hair falling to her shoulders, parted on the right. Cara looked especially good in the prescribed uniform which accentuated the swell of her firm, medium sized breasts. Not for the first time I felt my cock beginning to swell as Iooked at Cara and tried to picture what was under her uniform. I headed for the "Staff Only" door which led to the staircases.

I walked down one level to where the staff room and toilets were located when I noticed a door at the end of the corridor which looked as if it had remained unopened for many years. The fourth or fifth key on the bunch and I heard the lock click and pushed the old door open.

I found myself in a basement, clearly forgotten for many years, smelling musty and neglected. I had my torch with me but was surprised how well lit the room was, due to a number of quite large windows around the walls.  Intrigued, I walked towards one of the windows.

It was very dirty and dusty and as I gazed through it, it took a while for me to realise what I was seeing. What I was looking at was the lower half of Cara's body, her knees, slightly parted, no more than a foot from my face. 

Many years ago as a young man I was taken on by the owner of the local cinema. It was a part-time job, just general maintenance and odd-jobbing as required. I was to be there during opening hours and other times as required.

Quite often there was very little for me to do except wait around for any problems that might develop. Usually it was me, the projectionist and two or three local girls on duty, one on the ticket machine, the other(s) ushering and generally looking after the patrons.

Because the cinema often hosted X-Films (as they were known in those days) all employees had to be 18 years old or more. Alec (the owner) was what you would call a strict but fair boss. He paid relatively well and had a knack of choosing the best looking young girls from the local estate to work for him.

One thing he was particularly strict about was the girls' appearance. He provided each girl with a uniform which was to be worn at all times when on duty (though there were occasions when this requirement was varied; more about that later). 

Alec's uniform for his girls: short black pleated skirt, white top and black stockings and suspenders. A lot like traditional waitress uniform, and Alec said the white top made the girls more visible when the lights were down during a film. The skirts were short even by the standards of those days and I'm sure that's one reason the cinema was so popular with local men.

The girls had to provide their own bra, panties and smart black shoes of course, though  I'm sure Alec would have loved to provide these items as well.

So as a young man I had much to enjoy at work, looking at pretty young girls wearing a sexy, skimpy uniform. And, of course, imagining what was under the uniform...

During the recent hot weather here in the UK which brought with it short dresses and skirts ... Plenty of female flesh to enjoy, even in the supermarkets.

Just as I was leaving supermarket 1 both opposing automatic doors in the foyer opened at the same time, sending a sudden gust of wind. A young girl of about 19 - 20 was entering as I was leaving and the gust of wind blew up the front of her short dress offering me an all too short but lovely view of the plain dark pink panties covering her juicy fanny. As far as I can tell she wasn't even aware of exposing her knickers to me.

In a different supermarket a lady about 25 - 30 years of age in a short denim skirt was leaning over the chilled counter giving me a lovely long view of the dark blue panties between her open thighs as she stretched. Lovely.