She was easy to pick out of a crowd.  Standing at least five foot, ten inches tall, the young woman with curly brown hair that draped over her shoulders had the striking features of a model and the innocence of the girl next door.  Her chocolate brown eyes were accentuated by black eye makeup and her thick lips were painted with in an earth tone.  Amongst the masses at the well-known amusement park I noticed her immediately and could not take my eyes away from her.
From the gift and novelty shop at which I worked I watched her talk with a nice looking man roughly her same age.  I guessed them to be in the early twenties.  Both were sun-tanned but she was deeply darkened by the sun and I wondered if her skin was a light brown year round.  She wore a white tank top that fit tightly against her body and a skirt that reminded me of one tennis players might wear, but more fashionable, which barely covered the entirety of her bottom.  Her long, sun-bronzed legs were flawless and muscular.  She wore sandals that looked like the shoes I sold in my shop.
My shop was essentially like all the others on the grounds selling merchandise approved by the park’s owners.  Everything from sandals to shirts, from toys to stuffed animals, and from umbrellas to rain ponchos could be bought there.  I had sold it all over the past several years working there.  Though it was just a job, the benefit of seeing women, such as the one I was watching outside my shop, made the long summer hours worth every second.
Of course not all of them were like her.  In fact most were not at all like her.  Most were your typical thirty-something mother of two children dragging an unappreciative husband along for their over-priced amusement park experience.  Despite their frazzled appearance and desperate-for-attention glances at other men, I enjoyed the light flirtation with them as I sold them merchandise that would either end up in the trash or a garage sale a few years from that moment.  But the extra attention my eyes paid to their eyes and the glance to their chest while giving an approving smile seemed to always bring about a flush of pink on their cheek or neck.  Some wives even gave a quick glance around the store to make sure their husband had not seen the interaction.  All of them seemed to hurry on their way once the purchase was done, embarrassed by their momentary, but needed, indiscretion.
Then there were those that basked in the attention.  These wives did not seem to care whether their husband noticed their flirtation with me or not.  It was rarely ever something that would go further than that single interaction but that was not always the case.  Like the mom of three teenage girls that came back to my store several times and struck up a conversation with me each time she returned. Each conversation was a little more revealing in how her husband had essentially abandoned her and their kids at the park and, since the girls were off riding rides in the park, she thought she would “come by to visit.”  Each time she returned I noticed subtle changes to her hair, or makeup, or clothing.  Her final visit to my store was right at closing time and the button down shirt she had been wearing was open wider than before and her substantial cleavage was eye-catching.  I asked her where her daughters were and she informed me that they had left with their dad.  She planned to take the last bus out of the park since she wanted to buy one last gift for the kids, that was her excuse.  Desperate for affection she moved in close to me.  “I’ll take these,” she said handing me three t-shirts.  I could hear her breathing shorten as if anxiety had robbed her of all the oxygen in her lungs.  Her face was flushed and I could smell her perfume lifting from the heat of her body.
I rang up the purchase and handed her the bag.  “I should try these on,” she said.
“Well it’s closing time,” I said.
“Then go ahead and close the doors while I go to the fitting room,” she said walking away from the cashier stand.  I was a bit frozen and a little naïve at that time since I had not experienced that situation before.  After a few moments my head cleared and I closed the doors and windows.  As soon as I closed the last window I heard the woman behind me say, “Does this look okay?”  She stood at the door of the dressing room wearing one of the t-shirts she had bought and seemingly nothing else underneath it.  The shirt stretched against her thick breasts and bumped over hips made for delivering babies.  She raised her arms and slowly spun around for me to get a good look.  Her round, fleshy ass peeked out from under the lifted shirt.  I was immediately aroused.  I walked toward the dressing room and the woman impulsively wrapped her arms around my neck.  My searching fingers found her swollen and soaked pussy.  She pulled me into the dressing room and yanked the shirt off over her head.

The dressing room was roughly the size of a tiny closet with a bench, which doubled as a foot stool for the woman as she propped one foot on it and faced away from me.  She bent forward towards the mirror and spread her legs wide.  I was inside of her within seconds and watched her face in the mirror as the years of tension released and her brilliant white teeth showed behind smiling lips.  It took only moments before her face turned more serious as her body responded to my thrusts.  Her eyebrows curled in and her teeth bit her bottom lip.  She came so hard that her knees buckled and her body seemed to shake uncontrollably.  The glass on the mirror fogged with her hot breath and then her smile returned.

The woman re-dressed in her original clothing and she sacked up the t-shirts.  I unlocked the door so she could make her escape.  She hesitated before leaving and simply said thank you.  It was as if she were a new woman and she would have that moment for as long as she needed to deal with her mundane life.Though I never saw that woman again, I had seen plenty like her, even though I never had sex with most of them.  There was the surprise blow job I got during my work-break in a hidden corner behind the shop one steamy afternoon.  A flirtatious coed had popped into my store and, after some conversation laced with innuendo, she asked me to take my afternoon break.  She walked with me around the store to the corner hidden from all the passing park visitors with bushes and thick-leafed palm trees.  Her thin hands unzipped my uniform pants and her narrow lips wrapped around my cock.  She expertly sucked and stroked me to completion and did not let a single drop leave her mouth.  She just giggled as she walked away and left me to put myself back together.
And now, after those few moments of ecstasy, I was drawn in by the long-legged brunette standing outside my store.  Her male friend headed off in one direction and she watched him leave. The look on her face told me that they had just battled over something and they were momentarily parting ways.  Then, without any real warning, the clouds in the sky darkened and water fell from the sky in wind-blown sheets.  My store became the safe-haven for all the park visitors in the vicinity.
I found my way to the cashier desk and watched as the hordes of people sprinted in and jockeyed for position far away from the doors and the chilling air.  The smell of wet, sweaty bodies filled the store and the noise of crying children, arguing couples, and others simply chatting built to a roar.  The entire time I trained my eyes on the lovely brunette I had watched outside.  Her wet tank top now clung to her tighter than before and, because the shirt was white, it failed to hide anything from gazing eyes.  It was then that I realized she wore no bra and her tits pushed through her shirt like there was nothing there at all.  The cold air made her nipples perk which made an even longer lasting impression on me.
Unlike most of the other women wearing water-logged clothing that sucked against their tits, she made no attempt to cover hers.  Only her long, dripping hair provided sporadic cover when she turned her head.  I soon realized that I was not the only one appreciating the view.  Husbands, frat-boys, and older men alike would hold their gaze on her tits before looking away.  Soon, however, their eyes wandered back and rested on her again.  There was just no way to avoid looking at her.  Despite this, she never once tried to cover up.  In fact, I realized that she was making eye contact with many of the men who were studying the curves of her breasts.  A small, approving smile would cross her face.  And as more people pushed into the store, the closer she got to some of the men who were looking at her.
One attractive married man was standing on her left side with his back towards his wife.  He rarely took his eyes off the beautiful brunette.  She had noticed and with each jostle of the crowd she moved closer to him until the back of her shoulder was against his chest.  She glanced up at him, made eye contact, and smiled.  There were so many people now that, despite her height, I could no longer see the bottom half of her body.  Then she turned her body sideways, more towards the married man standing next to her.  Suddenly both of their eyes started darting around.  Why?  It seemed so out of place.  Through the narrowest of openings between an obese woman and her scooter I saw the young woman’s hand cupping, palm down, against the man’s rain-soaked shorts.  Her hand flexed over-and-over again while her eyes darted around to make sure nobody saw what she was doing.  The man’s eyes darted too, but many times he was just staring at her fabulous tits while she jerked him off through his shorts.
I saw the man cover his mouth with his hand and his eyes became distant.  The woman no longer was paying attention to those around her and, for the first time, I could see obvious movement in her shoulder.  The man’s torso seized ever-so-slightly and his deep curves appeared on his face, he was coming.  The woman smiled to herself and moved away from the man.  He turned to his wife, said something, and then maneuvered through the crowd until he could leave the store.  I watched him run through the rain in the direction of the public bathrooms.  That is when the woman’s eyes caught mine.  She seemed to be evaluating me; questioning whether I knew more than she had hoped anyone would know.  We locked in on each other for what seemed like an eternity before more movement among the crowd drew our attention away.  People came in while others left in hopes of finding someplace with more space.  Still the eyes of the men in the store would catch a glimpse of her and she remained unconcerned.  She only garnered more attention when she squeezed water from her hair that trickled down the front of her drying shirt to reveal her tits yet again.

There was a momentary relief in the rain and a few people straggled out, the rains picked back up and the winds blew harder.  Each evolution of bodies in the shop brought her closer to me and after a half-hour of people revolving in and out of the shop, the woman was standing in front of me.  Her shirt was dry now but I could still see her chilled nipples poking at the material.

“Did you see all that?” she said with a raspy voice through a smiling mouth.  She was several inches taller than me so I looked up into her gorgeous face.  I simply nodded and we studied each other for a moment longer.
“I suppose you think you need a turn,” she said feigning exasperation.
“Unfortunately I don’t have pants that are wet like the other two guys,” I said pointing to my gray uniform.  She peered over the cashier’s desk and down at my pants.
“Guess you can’t hide much can you,” she said pointing out that my hard-on was pushing my zipper to its limits.
“No, I guess not,” I said.
“That’s a shame,” she said maneuvering herself around the desk to join me behind it.  I assumed she was considering how she might be able to pull of the same feat on me as she had on the other guy.  It was a much trickier proposition.
My phone rang, jolting me away from a promising moment with the long-legged woman.  “The park is closing due to weather,” said an automated voice, which was standard when it became apparent that the weather was not going to improve or get worse.  I got the attention of everyone in the store and announced the store and park closing and gave instructions on exit procedures.  Slowly, too slowly for me, people started to leave the store.
The woman’s cell phone rang and she pulled it from a hidden pocket in her skirt.  It was the first time I had been able to look closer at her lower half.  Long, lean, and muscular, her legs were a turn on alone but the thought of where they led under that skirt was maddening.
“No I’m not going there,” she said into the phone.  “You can come here.” She then described the store and snapped her phone closed.
When another brief respite in the rain occurred, the store seemed to empty like rats abandoning a sinking ship.  Before the last few customers even left the store I felt the grip of a hand on my crotch.  We stood side-by-side facing out toward the store.  Her hand tugged at my zipper and eventually freed my cock. We both stared straight ahead as though nothing was going on behind the cashier’s desk.  I felt my body start to shake with fear of getting caught and fear of her never finishing what she’d started.  Her warm hand immediately wrapped around my freed cock.  She started jerking me fast like she was racing a clock, which she probably was.  I figured her boyfriend was on his way and she wanted to make me come as quick as she could so as not to get caught.
Though she expertly squeezed my cock just under the tip while tugging on my shaft with the palm of her hand, I fought off my orgasm.  I had a surprise for her too.  I gently ran my hand along the back of her thigh and under her skirt.  She froze and stopped jerking as I slowly encroached on bottom of her ass cheek under the skirt.  I did not know if she was receptive or hesitant.  So I kept going.  Under the skirt my hand traced her ass cheek towards the middle.  I found a string running along her ass crack; obviously a thong.  I slid my finger under the string and slowly slid it down its length until my hand was positioned to slide between her thighs.  For a moment longer she hesitated and I waited for a sign to proceed.  She looked at me and then outside towards the street.  He’s not here yet.  Her legs spread and her hand started jerking harder on my cock.
I quickly went to work by pulling the string aside and running my thumb towards her pussy.  She was as wet as her shirt had been earlier that day; soaked.  With her body slightly arched forward I slid my thumb inside of her and found the nub of her g-spot.  She moaned every time I flicked it at the end of my thrust.  She jerked on my cock and bucked her hips to meet my thrusts, begging for me to make her come.  The crowd in the store had now disappeared.  It was just her and I behind the cashier desk.  We could see people scurrying outside trying to exit the park, running between raindrops. I fucked her with my thumb as if it were the real thing.
Just as I thought she was about to lose control, she let go of my cock, pulled my hand from under her skirt and frantically said, “Do me, now!”  She bent over the desk and spread her legs.  Her head was up looking for her friend, expecting him to appear at any moment.  I slid my cock inside her swollen pussy and thrust as fast as I could, sensing the impending arrival of her friend and the trouble that might cause.  I wrapped my hands around her waist and she pressed her huge tits against the counter top.
“Holy shit!” she moaned as she grabbed the edge of the desk.  Her hips bucked and her breathing was halted while her body quaked.  I squeezed her tight, round ass and exploded inside causing more moaning to slip from her throat.  I felt her body convulse against me while my cock drained.  I could smell her perfume mix with the scent of her salty, wet body.  I listened to her moan fall into heaving breathes while her climax raged and subsided.  As soon as our orgasms ended we quickly unattached ourselves and fixed our clothing.  The woman had just barely fixed her skirt while standing behind the cashier stand when we heard “there you are.”
I felt the color drain from my face when I looked up to see the guy she had been talking with earlier in the day.  He was as tall as she and muscular enough to break me in half in a jealous rage had he wanted to.  I glanced at her and she was trying to act like nothing had happened, but, for the first time, she was flappable.
For a moment I saw the guy evaluating the situation.  Had I been in his shoes I would wonder why she was standing behind the cashier desk with this strange guy, and why did she seem so jumpy, and why was this idiot acting strange, and why was she adjusting your skirt?  All questions I would ask but none of which he asked.  Mercifully. He simply asked if she was ready to go as the rain relented just enough for them to make a break for their car.  She nervously nodded and walked toward the shop’s doorway.  The clouds opened up and poured down rain again as she followed him out the door.  She walked slowly by my window as the water soaked her white tank top and snuggled it against her tits.  Through the window she smiled and then disappeared, as she ran between the raindrops.