Minding the Store Part I by Catwriter
Minding the Store
by Catwriter
I was a twenty five year old college graduate working at a library for minimum wage. I was my own freakin’ hero. What a bunch of crap. Go to school, hock yourself forever in debt to the educational mafia, never have an excess fucking dime to buy a bag of weed and forget the world you’re in (pardon the dangling fucking participle). Good Grief So this is it, I thought.
The place I lived in was a shit hole with two room mates from hell. But I slogged back to the shit hole every single night, had a stale sandwich, two beers (Ice House, of course), and fell into a fitful sleep ready to go the next morning into my” unable to the pay the bills” mode. What a bitch.
And then, I received a letter from a lawyer. I was about to toss it into that wondrous circular file when I noticed the address. It was from Wyoming. I thought,” they have lawyers in Wyoming, and if so, for what?” But anyway, I tore it open expecting that I was suspected of murdering someone in a place I’d never visited, and it dawned on me.
My old granddad lived there. And according to the letter, he was dead. Also, that he’d left me $23,224.00 dollars and a country store. My initial death sadness was immediately replaced by a sense of incredible relief. I could get the fuck out of Dodge City. Thank you Grandpa. He was a good man even before the money.
Just showed up one day wearing jeans and a haggard smile. The store was located at the edge of town and was a two story deal in reasonably good shape (hadn’t collapsed into itself as yet).
I just kinda stopped for a second several steps in letting my eyes adjust from all that Cheney sunlight and was rather amazed at what I saw. Standing behind that counter was a gal that just popped my cork. She was leaning over the counter reading a magazine while I was trying to measure in inches the amount of cleavage spilling out of that tube top. We were both quite engrossed.
Her tawny red hair shifted slightly and she looked up.
“Hi”, I said
“Hey”, she said.
She checked me out a moment and a little light went on in her mind, hey I saw it happen. She said, “You’re grandpa Bart’s boy, aren’t you?”
“Yes ma’am.” I replied.
She yelled out to no one I could see, “Hey Jenny, guess who’s here?”
“I’m Rebecca”, she cooed sauntering around the counter and (whoa) giving me a hug.
“Sorry about your Grandpa, he was......a really nice man.”
My God, her tits were fuckin’ huge and when she hugged me I discovered a new erogenous zone somewhere below my neck and above my navel. Damn she was hot and her hair smelled pretty.
“Thank you, Rebecca, Grandpa told me you were a good girl.” I lied.
“Did he really. Better than Jenny even?”
“Yep, sure did.” I lied for the second time in less than a minute.
I heard footsteps and looked up to see the most amazing brunette I’d ever seen come slowly down the stairs.
“You look so much like a younger version of Bart.” she gushed as she came up and shared the hug with Jenny. They both started tearing up and weeping a bit as their titties compressed together.
“Becca, Jen, easy now, it’s ok, he was a good man.”
Well shit. That started them crying even harder.
Well, I herded the weeping duo back upstairs, went into what I guessed was Jen’s room and just told them to relax a bit. Went back downstairs and made a couple of coffees guessing about the right amount of milk and cream.
They were sitting next to one another on the bed when I came back up.
Good Grief, man They were positively stunning in their halter tops filled to overflowing goodness with four of the largest breasts I’d seen in awhile. They were leaning in together and Jen’s left breast and Becca’s right were firm up against each other creating a single line of wonder where they compressed. Oh, man.
We chatted awhile and they began to revert to whatever they’d been which was quite fun to behold. They were funny and playful and just seemed innocent as the day was long. In retrospect, the funny and playful were right on, but the innocent was way off.
Seems old grandpa had rescued them several years back. They’d left home on the East Coast and ended up their trek east of Hollywood. Fucking Wyoming.
I was leaning against the door as they told their story and was quite mesmerized by their youth and suppleness. They had to be double d’s. Their tops just barely constrained their breasts. The flesh beneath was so supple it seemed independent and moving in counterpart to their clothing. Every time they’d sigh, I about passed out.
So, I told them I’d need them to show me the store and hang on as long as they needed to find a new place ( their eyes teared up again), or not (they smiled) and we’d talk again in the morning. We all smiled and hugged again and they showed me Grandpa’s room.
Really nice for an old guy. Big bed with a 35 inch TV on the dresser at the base of the wall facing it.
Told the gals I was tired from travel and they smiled and said for me to rest and they’d get me some breakfast in the morning.
I was tired and drifted off to sleep thinking about the four biggest breasts in Sweetwater County.
Woke up some time before dawn. Seemed as though someone might be in the bed or was I dreaming again. Coming out of my travel induced fog I could see two women kneeling on either side of me, about where my knees were. They were looking at me and smiling.
“Damn”, I shouted and sat up in the bed. “What in the hell?”
Jen spoke first.
“Daniel, Becca and I want to stay on here and we need to know now whether that’s ok with you. Otherwise, we’re headed for Hollywood.”
“Well gee, I guess it’s ok but....”
“Daniel, Jen and I really want to stay but there’s one thing we have to clear up right away or we’re gone.” Becca said emphatically.
Jesus, their breasts were even larger in the moonlight coming in from the window; all shadows and promised warmth.
“What is it, can’t we talk in the morning?” I implored grasping for my glasses at bedside.
“We had a deal with your Grandpa and wanted to see if it’s ok with you, otherwise, Jen and I don’t know if this will work out.”
God, my first management decision and I’d only been on the job for half a day.
“Well fine then. Just tell me what the deal is, ok?”
Jen and Rebecca began fumbling with their tops which were soon removed plopping four delicious looking titties into open view.
My cock was twitching like a pit bull seeing a wounded chicken for the first time.
