1. Secret Desires, A Tale of Affairs Chapter Two: Lost in Thought


    Date: 7/7/2017, Categories: Cheating, Author: JasmineSmith, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

    how rough things got they would always care for each other. “Fine, hon, just a little tired is all; do what you have to do. I’m good here,” Jenna turned to walk out back. "Oh and Jenna, thank you.” Jenna sighed. “Any time, you know that.” And with that she went about her day. Time lost all perspective as the day wore on. Most of Sarah’s day was spent at the cash register, blindly staring out the window at the relaxing riverside view. The willows swayed in the gentle summer breeze. As always there were very few customers; not for the first time, Sarah wondered how the store had survived so long. As the sun crawled higher in the sky, her thoughts kept returning to the previous night, no matter how much she willed them not to. This led to several silly mistakes caused purely by her restless mind. Twice she failed to notice a customer come in the door, ignoring them as they asked for help. One - a rather plump, balding man - grew impatient with waiting and left, leaving his goods on the counter. When she realised what had happened, she shook herself back to reality, ever thankful that Barry had not come in today. When a today’s delivery arrived - nine large, brown boxes filled with various hooks and weights - Sarah put several items in the wrong shelving area. It was a long while before she finished taking them all down, placing them where they should have gone first time around. Then she was back at the register, and the day continued to drag on with agonisingly slow speed. ...
    The only sound in the dull store was the steady tick-ticking of the clock. Her only reprieve was watching Jenna darting around taking stock for the next orders; her breasts were bouncing as she walked, her bottom wiggling. At long last it reached five o’clock - time to close up. While Jenna ran round flicking off the lights, Sarah emptied the register. Ten, twenty, forty, fifty, sixty-five, thirty-two, how on earth does he keep this place running? That doesn’t even cover our wage. She locked the till, plopped the cash in a brown envelope, licked it shut, and headed to the door. Jenna caught up; she switched the broken ‘open’ sign off. It made a strange buzzing sound as the light faded on the other side of the glass panelled door. “Just over sixty-five pounds; will you drop it off, or shall I?” she asked Jenna, holding up the envelope. “We’ll do it together; that little café down Barry’s road will still be open, you look like you need a friend.” She cast a worried glance at Sarah. “No, no, I’m fine, honestly,” but she could already feel the tingle in the tips of her ears; that was a clear indication she was slowly going lobster-faced. “Really, Sarah, do you think I’m buying that for a second? I’ve known you long enough to know when something is bothering you. We’re going, end of.” And that would be the end of it. Sarah knew there was no point in arguing when Jenna had her mind set. Off they headed, following the shimmering river to where they could break off, returning to ...
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