Fruit and Veg Girl

THE FRUIT AND VEG. GIRL

Many years ago when we were18, my friends, Lynn, Becky and I took part-time jobs in a local supermarket. I was assigned to work on the fruit and veg. Department with a woman called Eve. Eve was in her forties and was completely different from my mother. She wore short skirts, too much make-up and she swore like a trooper! I thought that she was wonderful.
Eve was the crudest person that I have ever known, she would tell me every intimate detail of her sex life, with her husband and boyfriends. I learnt more about sex in these two years than I did in 5 years of biology, at school.
During the month of June, the weather changed and a heatwave began.
The hot weather, Eve’s stories and my teenage hormones made for a wonderful summer. I was as horny as Hell! All I could think about was sex! I masturbated most nights; the shower, the toilet, my bedroom; any opportunity and my fingers were in my knickers.
One particularly hot day, I was already daydreaming about a fumble with a boy the previous Saturday, when Eve announced, “Fucking Hell! Look at this! It looks just like my Craig’s cock!” I turned to see her licking a huge carrot. Taking it from her mouth she laughed, “But it doesn’t taste half as sweaty!” Some of the other women, began laughing, I just blushed. “I might have to take it home, for when he’s on night shift!” Eve continued. “What’s the matter, Victoria, have you never seen a cock as big as this before?” She roared, as she threw it towards me. I caught it, and stared at the huge orange vegetable. It must have been 8 or 9 inches long and tapered from the thick, bulbous, end to the pointed tip.
I had seen a two boy’s cocks before, only handling one, at a party, but they looked nothing like this.
“He’s not really this big, is he?” I gasped, as I handled the carrot like a jewel.
“Why do you think Eve has a bad back!” Margaret, shouted.
Still laughing, Eve herself, said, “They have to be that size to touch the sides!”
At that moment, Gareth, the Store Manager arrived, and the group of women broke up. I don’t know why, but I slipped the carrot into my pocket.
I was sent to tidy our stock cupboard, in the warehouse. After half an hour of moving sacks and boxes I was sweating like a pig. I sat down for a break, when I felt that familiar, tingling, feeling between my legs. All of the bending and carrying was making my young 38DD breasts ache as they swayed from side to side. As no one was likely to disturb me, I undid the buttons on my overall, letting the air get to my hot flesh.
As it was so hot, I was only wearing my bra and panties, underneath. I ran one hand over my sweaty stomach, under the elastic of my knickers and stroked my curly ginger pubes, as I tickled a nipple with the other hand. My fingers continued further into my pants, until I was sliding one between the flaps of my soaking wet vagina. This was such a turn on, knowing that I could be caught at any time.
I had just started to rub my clit when I felt the carrot, in my pocket, touch my side.
“Oh my God! I couldn’t! It would be too dirty!” the thoughts shot through my head. I tugged the carrot from the pocket, and rubbed it along the gusset of my pants. Ooh! This felt good. The carrot was very, very hard. Without a second thought, I pulled my pants to one side and started to rub it along my virgin pussy. Aaaahh! This was even better as the rough skin of the carrot of scratched my soft pussy lips.
Gently I prodded the opening of my hole, and the carrot slid in with no effort. Wow! Wow! Wow! This was fantastic. All I could think was; “What have I been missing? This is what a boys cock must feel like”. Quickly, I built up a rhythm, with the carrot going further and deeper into my womb. My eyes were now closed tight shut and my mouth was dry as I felt a terrific orgasm building up. I was panting and gasping, but I knew that I couldn’t make a sound. The carrot was filling me up much more than my fingers ever had.
It only took a couple of flicks of my clit, and a marvellous orgasm flooded my body.