Working At the Grocery Store

When I was younger, I used to impulsively masturbate several times a day. Igot excited about doing it in different places, and I masturbated at leastfour or five times a day most days. I would masturbate at the grocery storewhere I worked at least once during my shift.I was attracted to my boss's wife, so I ejaculated into the sink in thebathroom at work many a time while fantasizing about her. I just loved hersmall, but very perky breasts and her wide hips.

One Saturday, I had just finished talking with her and I ducked in thebathroom to jerk myself off. I didn't waste any time taking my apron off ormy pants, I just moved the apron aside, unzipped my fly, and took my cockout and started going at it.

I had forgotten to lock the door.

Which is something that didn't occur to me until my boss's wife openedthe door. She saw what I was doing, blushed, and shut the door quickly. Ihad gone soft almost immediately, and a little embarrassed myself (I mean,I was just thinking about her as I was going at it), I started to tuck mysoftening cock into my pants and zip up.When the door opened back up again, and she stepped inside the very smallbathroom and shut and locked the door behind her.

She looked down at my hands as they were fumbling at my fly and she asked,"Do you do this every time you're in here?" She stood with her arms crossed. Iwas sure I was in trouble.

 "Yes."

"Well. Aren't you going to finish?" she asked, with a stern yet slightlymocking tone, gestering down toward my groin.I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

"Uhm..." I stammered.

"Well, go on."And she stood there, with her arms crossed.I nervously undid my fly and took my cock out, which by this point had gonecompletely soft.

 "Aw, look at that." she said. Looking me in the eyes, she slowly licked thepart of her hand between her index finger and thumb and reached forward andstarted to stroke me very softly, rocking her wrist in an expert way that gotme hard as a rock in just a few strokes. This obviously wasn't her first rodeo.She pulled her hand away and crossed her arms again, looking down at my cock,which was now rock-hard, and gestered for me to continue on my own.

I started stroking myself, watching her eyes as she watched me intently. Shejust watched my hand stroking my cock, never looking up at my eyes or lookinganywhere else.I stroked myself faster, watching her eyes widen as I picked up the pace.All kinds of fantasies were rolling through my head as I continued to watchher watching my hand racing up and down my hard cock.

I wanted more than anything in the world to reach forward with my free hand and grab one ofher small breasts and fondle it. Eventually, I was close to orgasming so Istepped up to the sink and did what I normally do, which is ejaculate intothe sink. Glob after glob of cum dropped into the sink as I finished up.She stood there and watched, eying the semen as it dropped into the sink.

"Make sure you wash that down," she said as she turned around. "And nexttime, please lock the door. I know guys your age need to do this," she saidcasually as she stepped out of the bathroom.

Neither one of us ever mentioned it and it never happened again. Theonly indication that it had ever happened was sometimes after I was done,I opened the door to see her standing there and she would blush ever soslightly and give me a knowing smile, but not say a word as she passed meto use the bathroom.