Port Edward, where I ply my trade as a perpetually horny car-guard, is a small town. In fact it is so small that when the local doctor’s wife plugs in her electric vibrator the whole town's lights dim... and the town jail is called an ‘amoeba’ because it only has one cell (a little like dear senusal Rossia’s brain) A night out on the town takes only eighteen minutes and the main drag is a transvestite. The town is so small that we don’t even have a village idiot here... well not at least until Kickass hits town... and a major advantage of the dorp being so compact and tiny is that it only takes 30 seconds for me to drive to the local house of ill repute... and its waaaay across the other side of town!!!

But I digress! We have had some shocking weather on the South Coast recently, rain rain and more rain. And if its not raining the clouds are grey and low and brooding and gruff... and as gloomy and leaden and dour as Ben Layden. But today the sun came out!! Bright and cheerful and glowing and hot... hot like... hot like an escort who has just been given a large tip!!! The sea is sparkling with ten million jewels and the sky is clear and enchanting and a shattering blue. There is a gentle breeze and the beaches are shimmering. The whole world is clean and crisp and clear and crystal.

I head off to the local Pep Store to do a little xmas shopping. In Port Edward, people tend to multitask. You will find that the postmistress doubles as the librarian, the mayor doubles as a twat and the police chief doubles as a bar drip-mat. A lot of the locals hold down two jobs... the mechanic at the BP garage works as a barman at the club in the evenings, the chemist often helps out at the clinic... and one of the Pep Store Cashiers moonlights as an Escort!!! I discovered this today!

I am standing in a line of vacant faces waiting to pay for my goodies, hemmed in behind by a large sweating lady with a bag of fetid cabbages and a squealing baby on her back (in this heat it’s hard to tell which is which) and channeled by those narrow packed aisles that boast everything from jelly-beans to bed springs to condoms. (I notice to my amusement that South African condoms come in only three sizes... small, medium and liars!! Mmmm...!!!)

I am being herded forward in the queue and I glance up and at the cashier... and straight into the sultry dark knowing eyes of Lingerie Girl!!!

The last time I had seen Lingerie Girl, I had just finished worshiping and exploring her succulent curved rubenesque body, and sipping on her sweet hot slippery juicy snatch, before ejaculating like a burst fire hydrant deep between her plump sweaty thighs. She had held me tight to her bountiful bosum, and whispered sweet nothings in my ear, before kissing me gently on my lips and sending me on my way on weak shaky legs. It had been a memorable evening!

And now... here she is, sitting on a stool in front of a cash register in the local Pep Store! Our eyes lock, and the recognition is instantaneous!! I can feel the colour rising in my neck and cheeks, and my Adams apple is bobbing up and down like a buoy lost at sea. She is wearing a tight pale blue and cheerful yellow Peppy T-shirt and her copious breasts strain and struggle against the thin cloth like twin caged beasts. Her dark areola are outlined by the blue Pep logo and her skin is soft and creamy and sweet sweet coffee. On the high stool behind the counter I can just see her slick knee-length dark skirt and silky black stockings. Her hair is pulled back tight, her lips are puffy and her face is clear and open and friendly... and she KNOWS!!!!

My immediate reaction is to turn and retreat, but Sweaty Baby-cabbage Woman has me cornered, so I gulp nervously... and move into Lingerie Girl’s personal till space!

She is extremely welcoming. She gives me a promiscuous little smile, lifts herself slightly forward on the stool, and rucks her skirt back up her thighs a good couple of inches. She parts her legs coyly... and awards me with a clear view of her creamy thigh muscles above the black stocking tops! I also catch a glimpse of a cramped silky g-string with it's pouty lips and wide smile... and I wince... and blush a deep ruddy scarlet!

"How are you today sir?" she smiles, but I am lost between those creamy thighs and behind that beguiling wicked little g-string! Again.. "Hello sir, how are you sir?"... and I rip my eyes away from her friendly crotch and try to focus on what she is saying. But Lingerie Girl is sly because she leans a little more forward and kidnaps my eyes in return for a full and wondrous view of her swollen cleavage and the milky flesh at the top of her breasts!!! Wee Willy is going fucking crazy deep down in my shorts, my face is flushed, my heart is tripping and my body temperature has just shot up ten degrees!!

I can’t quite remember paying for my purchases, or even what I bought, and I vaguely remember my trance-like walk back to my modest little hovel up the main street from the Spar. But what I do distinctly remember is her husky "Thank-you for cumming sir, see you later tonight sir, Yes?"

Oh well, I guess I shall be taking that long monotonous thirty second drive across town once AGAIN later this evening!

OMG, Pep Store Lingerie Girl fucked my brains out tonight! What a night!!

Lingerie Girl, I'll see you again next week... perhaps we can do it in one of those small storerooms at the shop?

Your writings are fucking legendary!!

Always entertaining, WW !
This piece must rank as one your best.
You never disappoint, thanks again, as you leave us with that vivid vision of Lingerie Girl's copious breasts straining at that T-shirt and those pouty lips nestling invitingly in that silky g-string.
My Sunday plans have just changed !

And don't forget to tell us all about it Honeybear...

Bloody brilliant!

For your information... I hear via the grapevine that Lingerie Girl has emigrated to pastures greener for the season!

Look out for her in a Pep Store nearest you!!

And some more good news for the PMB guys... Lingerie Girl is currently at the local Pep Store in PMB!!

Go take a peek!

White White i am arranging a major jol in Port Edward in winter with some Joeys okes plesse tell me where the cathouse is.

A naughty little sms earlier today... Pep Store Girl is back in town for the weekend!!!!

OMG, how the hell does a man say no?

And tonight she was as sweet and succulent and sexy and sumptuous and slippery and sensual as ever!! Just love this girl!

Damn it, I forgot to ask her in which branch of Pep Stores she entertains now!