Customer Service

10 mins

Working as a grocery store clerk has its perks.

Janine was, and still is, a regular customer of mine. She comes at the same time every week—Saturday morning at 9 a.m.—and always picks my lane, even when the line is shorter in another.

“I don’t mind waiting,” she’d tell the other clerks.

“You’re too kind, Janine,” I tell her.

Not long after I was hired, Janine caught my eye. There are, of course, people of all sorts who shop at the market. Beautiful budding young women, married mothers in yoga pants (god, the yoga pants just about kill me), and silver foxes. Janine’s in the last group, her tight body fighting against gravity and time. The thing I find most attractive about Janine is her grey hair. She owns it, and for that, I have much respect. No dye, no treatment. She wears it in a medium bob, a little bit wavy.

I noticed the first time Janine paid that she had a wedding band on. One week she asked me if I had a girlfriend. “Not right now,” I told her. “I see you’re married, though. The best ones always are.”

“Oh, stop that. You’ll make me blush.”

Nearly two years passed. Janine, except when she was on vacation, was always there at 9 a.m. Saturday morning. One morning I noticed she was buying more wine than usual.

It’s a funny thing, but you get to know a lot about a person by what they buy every week. I can tell you whether someone had a good week or a bad one, what new diet trend they’re trying, whether or not they were having a tight month financially.

When Janine paid that Saturday, I noticed the tan line on her ring finger. I gave her the employee discount for always being so kind to me. It was the least I could do.

The tan line faded, but the amount of wine stayed the same.

I was scanning a can of chickpeas. “You’re a strapping young lad,” she started. “Oh god, what am I, ninety? Let me start over.” I kept running the items past the scanner, smiling. “I’m having a difficult time assembling some furniture I ordered. Would you or any of your friends be interested in helping me out? I can certainly pay you. My son left for college, and the furniture is way more of a pain in the ass than I expected.”

“Sure thing, Janine. I get off at 4 p.m. I’ve got nothing going on tonight, not a thing.” I wrote down my number on a slip of paper. “Text me your address, and if a bit after four works for you, I’ll be over then.”

“That’d be amazing. Thank you so much.”

“Do you have the needed tools?”

“I think so, but you better bring any you have.”

“Will do.”

She paid, and I told her I’d see her later.

I checked my phone after work. Janine sent me her address. I told her I’d be there soon. I grabbed my little toolbox from my apartment and drove to her place.

Her home was a bit out in the suburbs. A quaint place with a big yard. Flower beds lined the perimeter of the single-story house.

I parked in the driveway and carried my toolbox with me. I felt awkward, a bit like an imposter handyman. I rang the doorbell.

Janine opened the door and was holding a glass of wine. I noticed she didn’t have a bra on under her oversized sweater dress then, but she certainly did at the grocery store.

“Thank you so much, seriously. Can I get you a glass of wine or a beer?”

“I wouldn’t mind a beer,” I said.

She showed me her home and handed me a beer from the fridge when we were in the kitchen. It was a can from the six-pack she bought earlier that day.

“What are we building?”

Janine walked us to the spare bedroom, which used to be her son’s room. There was a large box with a photo of a wooden dresser on the side sitting on the floor. A mattress was compressed into a surprisingly small box. An assembled bed frame was set up near one of the walls.

“I got rid of my son’s childhood bedroom furnishings and thought I’d make this the guest room. As you can see, I got the bed frame built at least.”

I cracked open the beer and walked around the room, assessing what needed to happen.

“What do you think, can you handle it?” she asked.

“Without a doubt. It might take a couple hours. Do you have any guests hoping to check in tonight?”

“No reservations, as far as I’m aware.”

I unboxed the mattress first, starting with the simplest task. Cutting open the vacuum seal, it inhaled like someone about to blow out their birthday candles. I tightened up the bed frame, and we tossed the mattress on top.

I opened the box with the dresser inside and laid out all of the nuts, bolts, screws, and pieces. She poured herself another glass of wine and got me another beer.

Janine sat on the bed and told me all about her divorce. Her shitty husband and his shitty behavior.

“Cheating, now that’s no good in my book. It’s just plain rude.”

“Rude! That’s one-hundred percent right. He’s a rude asshole. By the way, you’re so great with your hands.”

I looked up at her on the bed. Her legs were crossed, but I caught a glimpse of her black panties through the opening of her sweater dress. The room got warmer. I returned my focus to building the dresser.

Janine put fresh linens, a light duvet, and some pillows on the bed while I finished up the dresser. We cleaned up the mess from building it, and that was that. Or so I thought.

“Another beer?” she asked.

“I better not, gotta drive home.”

“Let me get you some money, then,” she said as she walked out to find her purse. Janine came back with a hundred-dollar bill.

“I can’t take this, Janine. It’s way too much.”

“Oh, just take it. You’ll make me feel bad if I don’t give you something for all your hard work.”

My pants got tighter.

“I… I have an idea. Please, just say no if it’s ridiculous. No hard feelings, none at all, if you’re not into it.”

“What’s your idea?” Janine stepped closer.

My face was on fire, my palms sweaty. “What if we test the new bed and make sure it’s safe?”

“Excuse me. Just be clear. Are you saying you want to fuck me?”

“Oh god, I knew I shouldn’t have suggested that. I’m sorry, I’ll just go. The beers were payment enough, let’s call it…” Janine put her arms around my back and kissed me. Her breath smelled like rosé.

Janine’s kisses were quick, like little pecks from a bird. I stuck my tongue into her mouth, gently caressing hers. She got the picture and reciprocated.

Janine stepped back, her face a bright crimson. Grabbing my hand, she led me back to the guest bedroom.

“Be gentle,” she said. “It’s been a while.”

I lifted off her sweater, her large nipples calling me toward them. I kissed and licked them while I ran my hands along her body. I could feel her tremble, a little bit nervous and a little bit drunk.

She pulled off my shirt. “I love your tattoos.”

I trekked my way down her body, kissing her stomach. Stretch marks accented her slight tummy. I loved every single one of them.

I can’t think of panties without thinking of the simple yet effective black lace ones Janine wore that night. They were perfect.

I rubbed her clit with my thumb through her panties. It was like I was moving in slow motion. “T-t-that’s amazing,” she said.

I pulled those panties I love so much to the side and ran my middle finger between her lips. Her long inner labia extended past the outer one, so sexy. I gently inserted my finger, beckoning her toward me.

“I want you inside of me,” she said. “Right now.”

I unbuttoned my jeans and dropped them to the floor. I dribbled some spit on my hand and rubbed it over my cock. Panties still pulled aside, I entered Janine slowly.

“Fuck, it’s been so long since I’ve had a hard cock in me. That feels so amazing.”

I buried my face in her chest while I rocked my hips back and forth. Every fiber of my being was satisfied.

“That’s it, that’s it!” I worked her nipple with my tongue. He pulled at my hair. “I’m going to fucking come, holy shit, holy shit.” Her body released the tension, shaking. I kept going, rocking back and forth like a ship at sea.

“Where do you want to come?” she asked.

“Where do you want me to come?”

“This is your payment, so your choice,” she said. “I feel like I owe you extra after that orgasm.”

“Trust me, this is plenty enough for me.” Thrusting into her, a bit faster than before, I thought about where I wanted to orgasm. Janine stuffed her hand down her panties, rubbing her clit. Before I could decide, she orgasmed again.

“I’ve always wanted to do a facial, would that be all right with you?”

“Oh, I’ve never had one of those, except at the spa. Let’s try it.”

I pulled out and scuttled up onto Janine’s stomach. I stroked my cock. Her hair, I fucking love Janine’s hair. Something about it is so natural, so beautiful. “Your dick is so sexy. I can’t wait for your warm come to cover my face.”

At my limit, I slowed down my stroking and let go. My jizz flew out and covered Janine’s neck, chin, and mouth. She licked her lips, catching a bit of it.

“That was fun,” she said. “Thanks for the help, in more ways than one.”

“It was my pleasure,” I said, picking up my toolkit and heading to the car.

Janine is still my favorite customer. It’s not awkward at all, quite the opposite. She tries to help me bag her groceries, but I don’t let her. I tell her that I need to stay in shape in case she ever needs me to lend her a hand again.