As I walk to the door, I realize that the room isn't completely empty. Laying over one of the chairs is a pair of clothes. I walk up and look at the c...othing: a nice pair of short shorts, a shirt... socks... shoes... underwear? Why is there a bra here? I thought as I looked at the clothes. I look around the room and see nobody is here. Well, shit.I make my way over to the band closet and open the door. Where are those bags... Ah, here we are. I grab a plastic grocery bag and head back to the. But she didn't realize that all this time Jason was constantly fantasizing about her body. Often after accidentally touching her skin or seeing her breasts as she bent over, he would escape to the bathroom and quickly masturbate while replaying his favorite scenario of them fucking in the back by the freezers.Kelsey had a boyfriend, a tall black guy on the basketball team. He knew she was only really with him because he had an enormous cock. As the day wore out and the store began to close,. “I want to suck your tits,” I said and started unbuttoning her blouse. Mrs. Z put her hands on top of mine, “rip it open, baby.”I ripped and tore her bra off to start kissing, licking and sucking as I started fucking her again. Her hips started to match my thrusts and our rhythm had us both cumming again fairly quickly. A big rig raced by, blowing it’s air horn and I slowly pulled out of her. I reached up and flipped on the interior light for a bit to take a good long look at her.“Mrs. Z, you. Sexy.Stay put. Stay quiet. She'd realise it was only her imagination.Steven waited for a while, long enough for his thudding heart to subside from somewhere around his throat to back in his chest where it belonged. No more challenges came from the girl. She must have decided it was a cat or rat and put it out of her mind. Steven leaned around the corner for a peek... ... and saw a flat black pair of sunglasses staring back at him. The girl leant casually against the lamppost and stared directly.