I work at this stupid little super market as a curtsy clerk.

You know, the girl that is always called to isle 10 to clean up the mess some kid made when he spilled his frothy cream soda. Anyway, I have a thing for the bread delivery guy. Strange as it sounds, the guy is too sexy to resist!. Dear God but he is too hot for words! Tall, chestnut hair, green eyes, a smile that could melt ice, a mouth I want to suck on and lord knows whats in his pants! For months now Ive been having wild fantasies about him and my panties get so soaking wet by the end of the day as I think about him. From eight oclock until five I daydream about what it would be like for him to slide up next to me in one of the isles and slip his hands up my shirt to fondle my titties.

Or what if he came up from behind me and slid his way into my pants while my attention was elsewhere, tickling my personal place with his thick fingers, until I could not resist him playing me. I want to have him shove me against the shelves, lifting me up as he yanks off my panties, driving his fingers deep into my cunny despite all the shoppers that are around. I often finger myself, in the privacy of the market bathroom, as I think about him meeting me there in secret, pressing me up against the wall, plunging his thick length into me until we are both screaming in climax.

Perhaps one day he will realize that my flirting is more than just a teaseand that I would take him behind the building and play his brains out.

until then however, my fantasy will have to satisfy me!