"Oh, I don't think my customers would like that, Lisa," Peters said teasingly. "In case you're not aware of it, this is one of the more prosperous stores downtown. Some of my customers are rather elderly. I don't think they'd appreciate being waited on by a naked check-out girl, do you?"

Lisa paused before answering. She knew that the door of the stockroom was closed behind them, and that no one could walk in on them if they began fucking wildly on the stack of boxes in the center of the room. But she didn't want to take any chances. For several seconds she waited, listening for the sound of customers in the main part of the store. When she heard none, her smile became open and expectant, and she stepped so close to Peters that he could feel her breath on his cheek.

"Well, maybe they wouldn't like it, Mr. Peters," she said huskily. "But I'll bet you wouldn't mind, would you?"

"Oh, I don't know, Lisa," Peters rasped. He licked his lips and again glanced at her gorgeously curved tits, the stiff nipples protruding noticeably through the cotton top. "I mean, I've never seen you naked, have I? I'd need a demonstration."

"Do you want to see me naked, Mr. Peters?"

"Oh, I don't… I don't think I'd mind… doubt I'd mind very much."

Lisa couldn't wait any longer for her boss to complete his nervously stammered sentence. The lips of her lust-swollen cunt felt as if they'd burn through her body, and her heavy tits ached for the older man's sucking. She needed his dick immediately. Smiling salaciously, the horny teenager stepped back and undid the clasp of her tight blue jeans. Then in a few practiced movements she flung her clothes away from her, revealing the smooth tanned flesh of her naked body.

"Oh, Jesus Christ!" Peters muttered.

"How do you like me now, Mr. Peters?" Lisa purred hotly. She cupped her rounded tits in her hands and hefted them, displaying their firmness. "Do you think your customers would like my body? I know you do, Mr. Peters! I can see that big boner in your pants!"