The store was empty. Nelson raised his hands, red-faced and trembling, spreading his fingers and slowly moving them forward until they were tilled with the spongy, bra-encased globes of Becky's tits. Becky sighed and stood still, getting a little horny in spite of herself.

"Oh, Mr. Nelson! I've already told you before, I don't think it's very nice for you to be feeling up my boobies like that. I do happen to be engaged!"

But Nelson went on fondling her huge tits anyway, his big cock obviously swollen in his baggy slacks as he rolled and kneaded her huge tits through her sweater and bra. The pink-faced teen let him do as he pleased.

It wasn't hurting anything. In another minute the horny old boss would try to put his hands under her sweater, and Becky would have to withdraw, politely but firmly. But she didn't think there was any harm done in letting him fondle her tits once or twice a day. It didn't feel like she was cheating on Mitch or anything.

Besides, it was kinda fun.

"Just for a second," Nelson groaned.

The red-faced grocery store owner slid his hands under her sweater, filling his trembling fingers with the stuffed cups of her double D-cup bra. Becky sighed and stood still, her sweater hiked up nearly to her neck, letting her horny, middle-aged boss feel up her tits. Then, at last, she pulled away, giggling as she gave his outrageously stiff cock a playful pinch through his pants.

"It sure is too bad I'm engaged, Mr. Nelson! If I weren't, maybe I could even let you suck on 'em!"

Nelson sighed and retreated to the store room.

A customer came in a few minutes later. It was while ringing up the order that Becky abruptly remembered the tax forms she'd left at Mitch's office – the forms that had to be turned in that same afternoon!

Becky hurried back to the store room, sighing as she realized she'd again have to ask an indulgence from her boss: allowing her to take an hour off to dash to Mitch's office and pick up the papers.