One good thing
written by:
Lazenby

Beep. Beep. Beep.

The sound was monotonous and grating on Mike's nerves as he passed yet more and more items over the checkout scanner. Baked beans, cereal, milk. All of it so boring! He'd been in the job a couple of years now. Since finishing university with a 2:1 in English he hadn't managed to find a decent job, more importantly a career, and had had to take a position at the local supermarket just to make ends meet. With each item passed over the checkout he cursed the company under his breath. God, he hated it!

"£10.74, please." he said to the old woman in front of him, who passed him a £20 note. "Do you have the seventy-four?" The woman looked at him. He repeated the question louder. A dumb smile but no answer. Again he asked. She cocked her head, puzzled. "Never mind." He handed her the change as another woman piled her goods onto the conveyor belt.

Beep. Beep.

"Cheer up, Mike!" said a female voice from behind him. He turned and smiled at Tracy as she walked past, grinning at him. "Home time in a few hours." She squeezed his shoulders and walked off down the bread aisle, her hips swaying rhythmically. Mike watched her go longingly before a deliberate cough from the customer he was supposed to be serving awoke interrupted his daydream. He grinned apologetically and set to scanning the items even faster, his mind still full of the vision of Tracy.

She was a few years older than him but it didn't show. Amongst the other women at the supermarket, mostly in their fifties, overweight and beaten down by life, she could have been a supermodel. She was a natural redhead with long locks that usually hung in a loose ponytail. You could tell she had a firm stomach and the guys, customers and staff, admired her lovely round arse whenever they could. Her breasts were ample and filled out the staff uniform nicely. It was amazing how she managed to look sexy even in such a shapeless outfit. The best thing was that she didn't even realise how gorgeous she was!

Not that Mike had a chance with her, with his glasses and expanding stomach. He frowned again.

"Mike." called Ann, the supervisor. "Sign off and go for your break, dear."

"Cheers." he replied and turned to finish the transaction. The woman, typically, fumbled about in her purse for 2 minutes searching for the right money before finally handing him a note with an insincere "Sorry." He hit the sign off button and stalked down to the canteen.

Tracy was sitting down as he entered, eating a cup-a-soup and a bread roll. She looked up as he entered and flashed him a dazzling smile that brought an automatic smile from him. He sat down with a sigh and arranged his pie, crisps and bottle of Pepsi around him.

"Seem a bit upset, Mike." She said. "What's wrong?"

He shrugged and opened his pie.

"I don't know. Just this place I guess." She nodded encouragingly, her eyes not leaving his face. "Guess I just thought that uni would mean I wouldn't have to be stuck in a place like this anymore." He had the pie to his mouth but didn't take a bite. She was still looking at him and he became aware of just how big his midriff was getting. He placed the pie back in it's wrapper. "I think i've even lost my appetite."

"Must be pretty bad then, huh?" She said. He reddened and his head bowed. She clasped her hand to her mouth. "Shit! I'm sorry, Mike. I just meant that you really mustn't like it if it's affecting you that much, I didn't mean... I'm just digging myself deeper into a hole aren't I?" So she had noticed his gut. She laid a hand on his arm.

"It's ok." He murmured, enjoying the feel of her hand on his skin. "Really, I know you didn't mean anything by it. I'm just too self-conscious."

"Sure?"

"Yeah." he felt her lean in closer.

"There's something I was wanting to ask you actually." Her face was coming closer to his. He could feel her breath. With the angle she was at he could see her down her shirt and found himself unavoidably staring at her breasts. She was wearing a black bra. He felt himself harden in his pants and hoped she wouldn't notice the bulge. He felt himself being drawn to her mouth as if by a magnet. He opened his mouth slightly.

"Afternoon!" Called John, one of the Department Managers, as he walked into the canteen. Tracy pulled back instantly and called a cheery greeting back to him. Mike looked down, embarrassed.

John pulled up a chair next to Tracy, eliciting a pang of jealousy from Mike, and threw his fitness magazine on the table.

"Some good advice for you in there, Mikey. Help you shed that tyre you're building around your waist!" he grinned as if joking but his eyes were cold. Without waiting for a response he turned to Tracy "And how're you, sexy?" He gave her leg a squeeze.

John was one of those lucky bastards who had a natural ability to talk to women, most of whom later ended up in his bed. He had the looks of Christiano Ronaldo and an ego to match the legendary Narcissus. He was cocksure and arrogant but mindful of whom he let see that side of him. Two-faced bastard was always fawning over Tracy and sucking up to the bosses.

"I'm ok." She smacked his cheek playfully. "And how're you today, baby-face." She laughed, squeezing his cheek like a granny does to a cute young child.

"Don't do that." He said.

"Why not? Scared I'll knock a hair out of place?"

He ignored the question. "So when are you and me going to go out again?" He asked. "I know you had a good time last time." Mike's heart sank at the words. It looked like John had managed to pull her under his spell too.

"I don't know, John, sorry." She bit her bottom lip nervously. "I'll let you know when I'm free."

"I have to go back up." said Mike "See you later."

Leaving his food on the table he left the canteen and headed for the shop floor.

Closing time came around soon after. Mike collected his coat from the cloakroom and walked out, muttering "see you" to the store manager on the way out. He was a few hundred yards down the road when he heard running footsteps behind him. He turned and saw Tracy speeding towards him.

"Hi." She said, a little out of breath "Damn, you walk fast!"

"Thought you lived that way." he nodded in the opposite direction.

"Yeah, I just wanted to talk to you."

"Really? Why?" She faced him, again biting her bottom lip.

"Look. About this afternoon. What I was going to ask you is if you'd like to go out for a drink tomorrow?"

"You want to go for a drink? With me?" he gaped at her. She nodded. "Just us?" Again, she nodded. "But what about John?"

She rolled her eyes. "That egomaniac! God, I wouldn't go out with him again if he paid me! He actually thinks I still like him after all he did was take me to a nightclub, flirt with other women and try to get me drunk enough to take advantage of!" Mike's heart skipped a beat. She was actually asking him out on a date

"Oh. Well. In that case when and where!" He smiled broadly.

"Great!" She jumped with joy. "You're off tomorrow, right?" He nodded. "How about tonight at eight in the Eagle?" he nodded and she gave him a quick peck on the cheek before skipping off in the opposite direction. His nostrils filled with the scent of her perfume he turned and walked home, a spring in his step.

At eight o'clock he stood at the bar in the Eagle wearing a t-shirt and smart jeans. It wasn't too busy as it was a week night and most people had work the next day. There were a few guy crowded around one table, a couple sitting by the fireplace and a couple of old men placed around the bar nursing pints of mild.

He ordered a bottle of Kopparberg cider, he'd developed a real taste for it, and leaned on the bar.

He was three quarters down the bottle when he checked his watch for what felt like the hundredth time. Eight-twenty. He was beginning to worry. Had she stood him up? Had something happened to her? His mind ached with the possibilities that pirouetted through it.

Suddenly, the old man nearest nudged him and whispered "Bloody hell, that's set my blood racing!" Mike turned around to see the subject of the old man's comment. It was Tracy. She'd let her flaming hair down so that it now cascaded over her shoulders like a fiery waterfall. She wore a trim, black dress that was tied around her neck leaving her shoulders bare and high heeled shoes that added and extra three inches to her petite frame. She smiled as she saw him and walked over. Mike could feel the eyes of every other man in the bar burning into him with jealousy as she leaned up and kissed him lightly.

"Hi." She said.

"Hi." he replied. "You look great. If I'd known you were getting dressed up I'd have worn something smarter."

"Don't worry about it." She winked. "I like any excuse to dress up pretty. You should wear what you're comfortable with anyway."

He bought her a drink and another for himself and they sat down and started chatting. She told him about herself and her hopes for the future. How she'd like to start horse-riding again and go back into education to become a nurse. He told her about university and all the great times he'd had. When the bell rang for last orders at eleven they left the pub. As they walked down to the taxi rank she stepped in close to him and he put his arm around her. They strolled slowly down the road, not saying a word, just enjoying the warmth of each other's company.

Suddenly, she stopped and in one motion turned to him, pulled his head down and kissed him deeply. He responded, tentatively at first and then with eagerness. He pulled her body close, breathing in her scent. He savoured every second that his lips were in contact with hers, every time their tongues met in a wet embrace he felt a shiver of electricity course down his spine. Eventually, she pulled away and smiled, her eyes twinkling in the moonlight.

"You bitch!" Both their heads snapped around to locate the source of the shout. It was John. He stormed up the road towards them, swaying slightly. "You cheating whore!" He pointed his finger at Tracy. "You don't want to go out with me so you choose that fat fucker instead! What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"Go home, John." she said, aghast. "You're drunk."

"Not so fucking drunk that I can't tell that you're a slag." he slurred.

Tracy turned and resumed walking. "Come on, Mike, let's go."

"Don't you walk away from me, you bitch!" John yelled and leapt after her. He grabbed her by the arm and spun her around, bring a cry of pain that was muffled by his face pressing against hers. His hands shot up her back and wrenched the neck strap of her dress down.

Mike stared for a second as his dream date turned into a nightmare. Suddenly, a red mist descended and he roared in fury, all the loathing he had for this man bubbled to the surface and he grabbed John, dragging him away from Tracy and connecting with a right hook. John went sprawling to the ground, his nose broken and gushing crimson. He lay, breathing but not moving as Mike stood, glaring down at him.

After what seemed like an hour but was in fact only a few seconds Mike's mind cleared of anger and he stared down at John "Now fuck off." he stated simply. He turned back to Tracy.

She was standing, staring wide-eyed at John. He dress was hanging limply from her torso, her breasts hanging out, covered by only a thin strapless bra. Mike walked over to her pulled her to him. She was shaking. So was he, he realised.

"Let's go, Trace." He said and they walked slowly to the taxi rank around the corner. He held her dress in place as they waited for the cab. They hadn't said anything to each other.

In the taxi they sat on the back seat and she lay her head on his shoulder. He stroked her hair and kissed her forehead gently.

As they pulled up outside Tracy's house Mike said "Are you going to be ok?"

She nodded and kissed him again and opened the door. She went to get out but stopped and turned back.

"Um, I'm not really sure what to say now but I don't think I'd like to be alone tonight. Would you come in with me?"

Mike nodded, paid the driver, who was grinning and then followed Tracy into her house. Once inside Tracy turned to him, her breasts hanging out for the second time that evening as the dress flopped back down. She draped her arms around Mike's neck and kissed him.

"I've never done this on a first date before but I really don't want to be by myself." She admitted. "Anyway, I think you deserve it."

She pulled away from him, kicked off her shoes and walked slowly upstairs, unclipping her bra and letting it fall to the floor. As she reached the top of the stairs she eased the ruined dress over her waist, dropped it and stepped out, revealing her black lace panties. She looked down at Mike, who still stood at the bottom of the stairs.

"Coming?" She purred.

He kicked off his shoes and raced upstairs, pulling off his t-shirt and unbuttoning his jeans. He saw her climb onto her bed, throwing off several cuddly puppies. He followed her in, his penis bulging against his boxers. She smiled at him as he entered and she started stroking herself over her underwear.

Her silky smooth skin shone in the pale light shining through the window as he moved to her and they began to kiss again. She pulled him on top of her and he was amazed at the heat that radiated from her body. He pulled himself away from her mouth and started licking and kissing her face and neck, nibbling her skin and caressing her breasts. He felt her nipples harden as he teased them wit his fingers and tongue. She moaned softly. Their mouths met again and she rolled him onto his back, raising herself to straddle him.

She started to kiss his neck and torso, moving down over his stomach and then drawing his boxer shorts off with her teeth. He raised his hips to allow the underwear to slide free. When she'd pulled them off, exposing his manhood, she screwed up the boxers and threw them at his face with a giggle. He chucked them to the floor as she took his penis into her mouth. It was so hot he almost came immediately but he managed to hold back as she started thrusting her mouth back and forth. Her fingers began to stroke his balls and it all became too much.

"I'm coming!" He shouted urgently. She began sucking him even harder as his cock erupted in her mouth.

"Mmmm, mmm." She gurgled as his juice filled her. When he was spent she finally let him go. She'd let none of his juices escape, having taken it all into her mouth. " My turn now." She winked and stood up on the bed, sliding her panties slowly down, exposing her shaved pussy. The moist, pink slit glistened. He reached up and pulled her down to the bed, kissing her taut stomach and form thighs. He kissed and licked his was around her groin, teasing her. She moaned and sighed and thrust her pussy in his direction, wanting him to make contact.

Eventually, he obliged her, attacking her pink slit with gusto. He began by licking slowly around the hole before taking long laps from arse to clit. She moaned louder and began to thrust into his face. After a few minutes he attacked her clit with small, furious strokes of his tongue. He slid two fingers inside her and began to finger fuck her, making a 'come here' motion to stimulate her G-spot.

He felt the tremors run through her body just before her back arched and she let out a long scream of pleasure. Her juices gushed out over his fingers, drenching them in her sweet nectar. He kissed her sex tenderly and then she pulled him back up to her face where their lips once more met passionately. He felt her sopping crotch press against his reignited penis. He manoeuvred his penis to her opening and pressed his head against it. He felt her slide towards him, giving him the ok, and pushed into her.

She gasped as his hardness filled her. Her tight pussy gripped his shaft and he lay for a while, enjoying the feeling of being inside this gorgeous, sexy woman. He started to move; slow, shallow thrusts. They gazed into each others eyes as they thrust at each other, his balls slapping against her arse as their tempo increased. He began to thrust hard and deep, bringing a gasp of pleasure from her every time. He felt ripples of pleasure course through her like electricity as his own climax loomed.

"Oh God! I'm coming!" She yelled, her pussy constricting and strangling his cock. "Cum inside me, Mike. Please" She gasped as she shuddered uncontrollably. He let himself go and shot load after load of sticky juices into her hungry pussy.

As they both finished their climax they lay, gasping, holding each other close. They stared at each other, kissing each other softly and enjoying the warmth of each others bodies.

"So can I see you again?" She asked, grinning broadly and sitting up to straddle him.