Wednesday morning again, and I was getting ready for another shift at the coffee shop where I worked. I pulled on my new black top, it had a scooped neckline and hung down at the front showing my bra when I bent over, then I pulled on a pair of pink panties trimmed with black lace and a pair of black leggings, grabbing my work cap and apron and shoving them in my backpack and walked out the door then headed uptown to catch my bus.
I cut through the food court of the shopping center it was 11:30 on and the place was full of retiree's sitting on the benches waiting for the wives as they did a bit of shopping I could feel their eyes looking at my bum as I passed by.
Every curve showed through the thin material of the leggings in fact the material was so thin you could even see the color of my panties but what the heck' it felt good getting any attention these days. I had been without a guy for almost two months now and just feeling the old guys watching made me tingle inside.
When the bus arrived at the bus stop I jumped on and opened my bag fumbling for my bus pass required me to lean forward and balancing my bag on one knee. I could tell the driver was looking down my top at my small tits, and then as I passed him my bus pass he looked at me and smiled then returned it, I thanked him and moved to the rear of the bus and sat down, and as the bus pulled away from the stop I grabbed my iPod and put my ear buds in and listened to some sounds to pass the time.
The bus turned into the parking lot of the mall where I worked, and I got up from my seat walked to the front of the bus and as it came to a halt I could feel his eyes of the diver on me eying my bum, I flipped my hair back and walked across the parking lot and through mall doors.
As I walked down the mall hallway I turned into the coffee shop, and I went into the back area, pulled on my apron and cap. Jane, the girl I was relieving started doing-up her cash and said how dead it had been but then how that would soon change as the lunch crowd had not started, things would pick up soon enough. I tied my hair back and slipped on my cap just before taking a quick glance in the mirror to see if my makeup was ok.
Then went out to the front shop, and as I did my cash a few of my regulars were waiting in line to be served. Half an hour later I was run off my feet taking orders, and as things slowed down again an older guy with deep blue eyes and gray hair walked up to the counter. I had seen him a few times before but he seemed preoccupied today.
I said hi how are you, what can I get for you' he asked for his usual regular sized espresso, and I had to turned my back on him. Turning my head I looked over my shoulder to ask if he wanted it anything else and I caught him looking at my bum.
I thought to myself, what a perv, he has to be as old as my dad.' I handed him his coffee and he gave me a big smile, I said that will be two dollars and thirty-five cents please' he handed me a five dollar bill saying you can keep the change young lady.'
About fifteen minutes later things slowed and all but one of the customers had left. At these times we are supposed to clean of the tables, and do some restocking of the shelves, so now that the lunch rush hour was over I want out with a cloth and started cleaning up and wiping off the tables. I could feel the old guy's eyes on me but decided not to say anything I thought hope you like what you see' and leaned over the tables in front of him wiping them off.
As I worked my way over to the table where he was sitting I heard him say I hope you don't mind me watching you, you look so much like daughter when she was a young girl.' I stopped cleaning the table and looked up saying, no problem dose she goes to college' he replied No, it has been a long time since she wants to college. She's all grown and moved away now.' and smiled.
We chatted off and on for about thirty minutes and he said he had an appointment and that he had to go, but he would be back shortly. Just as he was leaving he leaned over and said to me you know dear, I can see your underwear through the material of your paints, they're pink trimmed with black lace are they not.' Then he grinned and gave me a wink turned, and walked off down the hall. I smiled and thought, so you were looking at my bum.