A workman putting in a glass window in front of Schwab's almost dropped his glazing tool when Tracey Rogers walked by on the inside. He knew she was very aware of him, having teased him mercilessly for the whole week he was doing windows for the 5 story department store, and now, here he was, on a scaffold on the fifth floor, and she was doing it again. Inside the store the lovely voluptuous sales clerk was barely aware of another peeping tom workman, but she was very aware of the attentions of one Timmy Bowman. "Hi," he smiled at her, looking up a little bit from his 5'4 stature to her 5'8 in 4 inch heels. She was behind the counter, which was just low enough to see the beginning of the shape of her gorgeous body, but
not low enough to see that incredible firm broad shapely bottom he remembered so well. "Can I help you sir?" she smiled, wondering where she knew him from! "I'm Tim Bowman, remember?" She shook her head, "Have I waited on you before?" "No, um, Jefferson Jr High, fifth period, Mrs Sargittay?" "Timmy!" She laughed! "Yes," he smiled wider, "Gosh I was wondering what happened to you!" "Oh, my mom put me in a private high school, as if I needed that to sell underwear!" He laughed politely, "well anyway, I see no ring, and I'm still single!" She shrugged politely, half smiling! "Well, I was wondering, well, maybe...!" Just then her phone rang, and she raised a hand. "Just a second, please," and answered the call, turning her luscious short skirted bottom to him and heard his intake of breath with a smug smile. "Yes," she said, "Yes, we have that in stock, let me just check, and" smiling to herself, her back turned to him, slowly bent forward, as she heard Tim's intake of breath as her microskirt rode up! Tim was mesmerized by once more seeing Tracey 'the Butt!' Sitting in the back row for a whole year watching her luscious bottom turn out as she slid into her front seat, never getting up the nerve to make a move on the arrogant teenager, and now, she was going to do it again to him. Her large perfectly-formed pear-shaped bottom, firm,not fat or flabby, but in proportion with her small waist and big breasts, was slowly displaying herself as Tracey seemed to deliberately put on a show. Yes the hemline was above her white panties, white bikini panties. Oh my! perfect smooth pink firm moons, enough to bury his face in, and the thought made him blush and his already erect penis push out drops of precum into his dress pants! And now she seemed to hold the position, as he was momentarily distracted by some crash by the windows. "Yes ma'am, no, Let me look on a lower shelf for it!" Tim couldn't believe his luck, she was going to bend lower! He could even see the outline of her damp puffy pussy now, and (gasp) her panties were thongs! He could see the tiny wisp of panties disappear between her beautiful moons, and then appear again. Groaning, he moved to touch his erection, and gasped, as he felt fluid and dampness. Looking down, he was sorry he wore light summer pants, and now displayed a dark, damp blotchy spot all over his groin area. Looking up, he looked at the shocked face of Tracey, with her hands on her hips! "Oh my Gawwdd!" "I-I, I'm sorry, I d-don't...!" "I'm sorry too, Tim! Because you see that closed circuit tv monitor?" "Oh, wait, you don't think I intentionally...!" "You don't think I get perverts in the Lady's undergarment section? We get them all the time, but I never expected an old classmate! And I am supposed to report any sexual assault like this, getting me to bend over and then masturbating in front of me!" "I-I didn't," he paled, looking at the camera which he didn't know was not even hooked up! 'Timmy the Twerp!" She said, smiling triumphantly, 'that's right, I remember you now!" Realizing he was in a tight spot, not wanting to cover the splotch of his pants with his hand, he felt like the kid in junior high when he stood up and had a boner in his pants! "Come on, Tracey, don't be like that! I just had an accident, is all!" "I remember you staring at me all the time in school, and now your'e doing it again! Worse! Plus, you were pretending to ask me out for a date!" "I, I was going to ask you out! REally, I-I just don't know ...!" She frowned, looking at her watch. "Okay, I don't need this, but tell you what, if you make it up to me, I won't report it, and nobody will ever see that tape. And by make it up to me, I want to be sure your'e truly sorry and won't do that kind of disrespect again!" "What-what do you mean...?" "When I was in jr High, all you boys teased me about my big butt, Tracey the Butt! Remember? It was so humiliating!" "B-but, when guys, I mean we were just kids, but teasing means we well, I, liked you!" "I found out later, but my mom and sister helped me understand I had to take charge when someone got out of line!" "Um, so I mean, can we just call it a truce then, and I would love to take you out?" She paused, considering him, as he hoped this would work, he did want to go out with her so much, and now, this scandal thing could kill his career! 'Well, Mom and sis make all the decisions like this, Timmy. They still think I'm kind of weak around males. I want to talk it over with them. And then, I don't want to drag it out cuz I know your'e worried about the tape, so you can call me later tonight and I'll tell you what we decided, okay with you?" Feeling dismissed he took her written down number, smiled hopefully with a trace of fear, and left, and Tracey watched him go with a smug smile on her full lips! She actually wasn't sure what her mom and sis would say, but she knew they had to approve any of her dates! And since they were more dominant than she is, they would be using him as well, and not just for a seat cushion, because in addition to being dedicated, smothering face sitters and dominatrices; they loved to use other means of correcting males, while Tracey sighed as she smiled, imagining the satisfaction of pinning this young man's face between her full moons until he was trained. Her last seat cushion got transferred out of state, and Tim was her favorite type, smaller and weaker, and definitely easily aroused and controllable!
not low enough to see that incredible firm broad shapely bottom he remembered so well. "Can I help you sir?" she smiled, wondering where she knew him from! "I'm Tim Bowman, remember?" She shook her head, "Have I waited on you before?" "No, um, Jefferson Jr High, fifth period, Mrs Sargittay?" "Timmy!" She laughed! "Yes," he smiled wider, "Gosh I was wondering what happened to you!" "Oh, my mom put me in a private high school, as if I needed that to sell underwear!" He laughed politely, "well anyway, I see no ring, and I'm still single!" She shrugged politely, half smiling! "Well, I was wondering, well, maybe...!" Just then her phone rang, and she raised a hand. "Just a second, please," and answered the call, turning her luscious short skirted bottom to him and heard his intake of breath with a smug smile. "Yes," she said, "Yes, we have that in stock, let me just check, and" smiling to herself, her back turned to him, slowly bent forward, as she heard Tim's intake of breath as her microskirt rode up! Tim was mesmerized by once more seeing Tracey 'the Butt!' Sitting in the back row for a whole year watching her luscious bottom turn out as she slid into her front seat, never getting up the nerve to make a move on the arrogant teenager, and now, she was going to do it again to him. Her large perfectly-formed pear-shaped bottom, firm,not fat or flabby, but in proportion with her small waist and big breasts, was slowly displaying herself as Tracey seemed to deliberately put on a show. Yes the hemline was above her white panties, white bikini panties. Oh my! perfect smooth pink firm moons, enough to bury his face in, and the thought made him blush and his already erect penis push out drops of precum into his dress pants! And now she seemed to hold the position, as he was momentarily distracted by some crash by the windows. "Yes ma'am, no, Let me look on a lower shelf for it!" Tim couldn't believe his luck, she was going to bend lower! He could even see the outline of her damp puffy pussy now, and (gasp) her panties were thongs! He could see the tiny wisp of panties disappear between her beautiful moons, and then appear again. Groaning, he moved to touch his erection, and gasped, as he felt fluid and dampness. Looking down, he was sorry he wore light summer pants, and now displayed a dark, damp blotchy spot all over his groin area. Looking up, he looked at the shocked face of Tracey, with her hands on her hips! "Oh my Gawwdd!" "I-I, I'm sorry, I d-don't...!" "I'm sorry too, Tim! Because you see that closed circuit tv monitor?" "Oh, wait, you don't think I intentionally...!" "You don't think I get perverts in the Lady's undergarment section? We get them all the time, but I never expected an old classmate! And I am supposed to report any sexual assault like this, getting me to bend over and then masturbating in front of me!" "I-I didn't," he paled, looking at the camera which he didn't know was not even hooked up! 'Timmy the Twerp!" She said, smiling triumphantly, 'that's right, I remember you now!" Realizing he was in a tight spot, not wanting to cover the splotch of his pants with his hand, he felt like the kid in junior high when he stood up and had a boner in his pants! "Come on, Tracey, don't be like that! I just had an accident, is all!" "I remember you staring at me all the time in school, and now your'e doing it again! Worse! Plus, you were pretending to ask me out for a date!" "I, I was going to ask you out! REally, I-I just don't know ...!" She frowned, looking at her watch. "Okay, I don't need this, but tell you what, if you make it up to me, I won't report it, and nobody will ever see that tape. And by make it up to me, I want to be sure your'e truly sorry and won't do that kind of disrespect again!" "What-what do you mean...?" "When I was in jr High, all you boys teased me about my big butt, Tracey the Butt! Remember? It was so humiliating!" "B-but, when guys, I mean we were just kids, but teasing means we well, I, liked you!" "I found out later, but my mom and sister helped me understand I had to take charge when someone got out of line!" "Um, so I mean, can we just call it a truce then, and I would love to take you out?" She paused, considering him, as he hoped this would work, he did want to go out with her so much, and now, this scandal thing could kill his career! 'Well, Mom and sis make all the decisions like this, Timmy. They still think I'm kind of weak around males. I want to talk it over with them. And then, I don't want to drag it out cuz I know your'e worried about the tape, so you can call me later tonight and I'll tell you what we decided, okay with you?" Feeling dismissed he took her written down number, smiled hopefully with a trace of fear, and left, and Tracey watched him go with a smug smile on her full lips! She actually wasn't sure what her mom and sis would say, but she knew they had to approve any of her dates! And since they were more dominant than she is, they would be using him as well, and not just for a seat cushion, because in addition to being dedicated, smothering face sitters and dominatrices; they loved to use other means of correcting males, while Tracey sighed as she smiled, imagining the satisfaction of pinning this young man's face between her full moons until he was trained. Her last seat cushion got transferred out of state, and Tim was her favorite type, smaller and weaker, and definitely easily aroused and controllable!
