THE STORE LADDER We were on our way back from the Cape - and decided to drive on secondary roads where we could. Potholes did not matter too much as I was driving slowly (120k/ph) for a change so we could look at the scenery and towns along the route, instead of sitting eyes fixed watching for speed traps. The roof was down and we enjoyed the fresh air and easy ride with almost no cars on the road. The missus was dressed in a sexy folding dress that rode up her legs and fell open every few kilometres. I looked but did not touch as I knew what would happen - and I had a plan or two in the back of my mind. We always wanted to take some pictures inside a small grocery store where the owner or manager was alone and could maybe get a glimpse of the doings and screwings. The missus did not know what I was planning and we cruised in silence enjoying the scenery. I had to swerve for a few potholes that were not really as bad as I thought they would be. We passed a truck slowly and the driver had a good look at the sexy legs that were stretched out, feet on the dashboard. The truck driver hooted and flashed his lights to show his appreciation and when I pretended to stop, he almost rolled the truck to find a parking spot - but the missus waved her hand like royalty when I accelerated to leave him far behind. After opening a comfortable gap I slowed down again and about half-hour after that, we drove into a small town. I stopped at a small “general dealer” - or that was what the rusted skew sign said and asked her what she would like to drink while getting out of the Merc. Inside the store, it was as hot as outside and the fan turned just too fast for a fly to land on it for a free ride. The fan’s balance was out, and I thought that if it could go faster, it would probably break out of the ceiling and fly to the next town. The shelves in the store were quite high and the stock actually neatly packed. The cold drink fridges were at the back and I walked down the aisle to them - there were no sparkling water, so I bought still for the missus and I settled for a Stoney ginger beer (those were the days when I still bought Coke products - before they had something to say about “less white”). I had a close look at the photo options and also if there were more people working in the shop. When I got to the worn-out counter to pay, the shop owner greeted me friendly in Afrikaans and told me that they had freshly baked Boere-brood and some homemade koeksisters. I asked him if he was the only person in the shop and he looked at me the way you would look at someone planning to rob you and said - “no but there are more people in the kitchen - they are busy baking fresh pies.” I must have looked disappointed, and said that was a pity as we - my “model” and I would have liked to take a few sexy pictures in the shop - but the nature of the pics was a bit revealing, so we would rather not do that with other people around. He leaned forward, as to tell me a secret - “Don’t worry I lied about the other people - I thought you planned to rob me when you asked if I was alone!” he said smiling. I had to laugh as he looked so serious and not embarrassed that he insinuated that I looked a bit like a robber of small stores! I then told him that the model will not reveal all, but we would like to get a few good shots with older signboards, mealie-meal bags and things like that in the pictures and that he was welcome to enjoy the show. His imagination kicked in, and he tried to push his hard-on down but the underpants must have been baggy. He stood closer to the counter but moved back even quicker as he hit the best stiff one he had in ten years a bit too hard against the side of the counter. I placed the money for the two drinks and a packet of chips I took while chatting to him - on the counter - but he said with a broad smile - “No man that is a passella - don’t you want a chocolate for the lady as well?” while he pointed to a quite well-stocked sweet shelve. I smiled and declined the offer but took the cold drinks and chips and walked to the car. I decided that I would leave enough for that when I bought some of that fresh bread and koeksisters when we leave after our session. The missus sat like a lady while the trucker we overtook was standing on the back of his truck to try and get a better view. I told him to piss-off but at first, he stood his ground - then as I approached he got down and hurried into the store. I drove around the block and parked so we could see when the trucker left. The missus wanted to know what the hell I was doing and told me that the grin on my face meant big fun or shit - depends on how you look at it. I then told her what happened in the store and suddenly I saw the twinkle in her eye. We did take a few flashing pictures in busy places before but never got the shots we wanted. The truck passed the sidestreet we were parked in with serious exhaust boost noise which meant that the Detroit 8V-12liter diesel engine in that Oshkosh used all of its 500hp and about 2000Nm torque to catch the Mercedez with the legs in it! So we cruised back to the store. I walked in first just to make sure that he was still alone - and he smiled past both ears. “I thought you joked and that you left!” he said smiling even more and then his jaw dropped to the ground. I turned around and my jaw almost dropped as well. The missus was standing in the doorway with the sun behind a see-through white cotton knit dress, and you could honestly see everything between her legs! That passion gap between her thighs guaranteed good sex! The shop owner stood there with his one hand hanging in the air and the other one shamelessly holding down his very eager cock. His voice croaked when he asked if he should lock the door. Knowing that his reputation could take a knock in such a small town I told him that I wanted to take one or two shots of her in the door and then he could turn his “back in 10 minutes” board to face outside. The toilets in towns must be a bit further than the back of the store as it normally says "Back in 5 minutes" I zoomed in on the scene and took the pics I had in mind - and then let him hang his sign after we promised that we would hide in the kitchen, where no one was preparing any fresh pies, if someone would arrive at the door. As we walked down the aisle between the sugar, mealie-meal and flour packets he could not keep his eyes off the incredible bum moving under the thin cotton. By now he was pale and I looked at the shelf with the Lennons medicine on it - just in case, I had to throw something down his throat if he had a heart attack or something because I was not going to give him the kiss of life - not through that beard anyway and the missus can not stand hairy things either. I found some traditional large brown bags filled with mealie-meal and got the missus to pose properly on them. She complained a bit about the roughness, but then her sexual glands kicked in knowing that the shop owner was seeing everything she revealed. The foldover dress opened wider and wider and higher and higher. When he realised that she did not wear a panty the shop owner sat down so hard on some plastic paint containers that I thought he fell over. His eyes were popping and his breathing was totally erratic. The poor soul was actually fucked. We moved on to a small ladder he used to get to items on the higher shelves and this was the scene the missus and to be honest, I enjoyed most. After a few pics, our assistant got up wobbly from the paint containers and asked if he should not hold the ladder, to avoid the beautiful woman from falling. The missus smiled and agreed that she might be in danger and that she would appreciate that. He looked about sixty but we established that he was only forty-eight and I had no doubt that he would be able to use his tool well, even if I doubt he knew what a blowjob was. He held the ladder while looking about 90 degrees up, seeing all he wanted so dearly. When the missus got down after a few more pics, she kneeled in front of him unzipping his fly carefully. He let go of the ladder and started helping her to get an anxious penis out of captivity. I handed her a condom which she fitted over the stiff cock expertly and then she took him in her mouth. Slowly but then quicker sooner than usual when we played and I realised that he reached his climax on the second stroke. His veins were so swollen in his neck I wondered if Lennon had something for bleeding on the brain or a stroke. She had taken off the condom and was now holding his penis in her hand playing with it and I have to admit that I have not seen many guys cum like that before or since. This poor guy must have been on the wagon for a month or two. We waited for him to return from the back of the store, asked for two packets of koeksisters and a bread leaving about R50 in change and then greeted the most thankful guy I have ever met. He invited us back about 204 times and 6 like Zuma would say. We looked at the pics about five times on our way back to Pretoria. We then had to stop for a few things at the Spar near home. The missus went into the store and I sat waiting for her in the car while chatting to a guard we knew. While he was standing near the car talking to me, a person walked passed the car and then turned around suddenly - coming back again. It took me only a second to realise that something was wrong, but I was still too slow - he grabbed the camera from the rear seat and that was it - two car guards tried to stop him but he slipped past them with ease - I knew that chasing him with the car would be fruitless as I still would have to stop and then run after him. So that was the end of that - no insurance payment - no pics of the sexual beauty inside of a small shop. The memories however are great - but we would still have enjoyed taking another look … just one more look to enjoy the pure sex that flowed around in that small shop that afternoon when we changed the life of a shopkeeper for good.