B&M Bargain Bonk | NEON LIT

B&M on a bank holiday was chaos. Pure, unbridled, middle-aged-women-fighting-over-discounted-garden-gnomes chaos.

I'd only popped in for bleach and ended up lost somewhere between the seasonal decorations and the suspiciously cheap chocolates. That's when salvation appeared in the form of a proper fit supervisor.

She was built like a woman should be—thick thighs, wide hips, tits that her B&M polo was working overtime to contain. Dark hair in a high ponytail, gold hoops, and a face that said she was done with everyone's shit.

Her name tag said "Kelsey - Supervisor."

"You look lost, babes," she said. "What you after?"

"Cleaning stuff. Got turned around by the artificial flowers."

"Happens to everyone." She gestured for me to follow. "This way. Try to keep up—it's mental in here today."

She led me through the madness with practiced ease, dodging trolleys and screaming children like a pro.

"Here." She stopped in front of a wall of cleaning products. "Bleach, sprays, whatever. Shout if you need anything else."

"Actually—" I reached for a bottle on the top shelf, couldn't quite reach. "Little help?"

She raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. But she reached up anyway, her polo riding up to reveal a strip of soft belly.

"There." She handed me the bottle, but she didn't step back. "Anything else you can't reach?"

"Depends what's on offer."

She laughed—a low, dirty sound. "Cheeky. I like that." She glanced around, then leaned closer. "Garden furniture's quiet this time of year. No one goes there in January."

"Is that an invitation?"

"It's information." She walked away, hips swaying. "Do what you want with it."

Garden furniture was, indeed, deserted. A graveyard of plastic chairs and discount gazebos, hidden in the back corner of the store. Kelsey was waiting by a display shed.

"Took your time."

"Had to actually buy the bleach. Didn't want to look suspicious."

She pulled open the shed door—a cheap wooden thing just big enough for two people to squeeze inside. "Get in."

It was cramped, dark, smelled of sawdust and plastic. Perfect.

Kelsey pressed me against the wall, kissed me hard. She tasted like energy drink and mint gum.

"Quick," she breathed. "Got fifteen on me break and I've already used five."

She was efficient—had my jeans open in seconds, her hand wrapping around me with practiced confidence.

"Fuck, you're big," she murmured approvingly. "This'll be fun."

She yanked down her work trousers, revealing a red thong that matched her lips. Her arse was incredible—round, soft, covered in faded stretch marks that I found inexplicably sexy.

"Well?" She bent over, braced against the shed wall. "Clock's ticking."

I pulled the thong aside and pushed in. She gasped, then moaned, her whole body arching back against me.

"That's it—fuck—give me all of it—"

The shed creaked dangerously with every thrust. Outside, I could hear the distant chaos of the store—beeping tills, screaming kids, the tannoy announcing a spillage in aisle four.

None of it mattered.

"Harder," Kelsey demanded. "Come on, proper fuck me—"

I grabbed her hips, gave her everything. She was loud—louder than she should be—but the ambient noise covered it.

"Yes—there—right fucking there—"

I reached around, found her clit, rubbed tight circles. She came with a scream that she barely muffled against her own arm.

"Cum in me," she gasped. "Fill me up—"

I did, holding her tight, both of us shaking in that stupid garden shed.

We stumbled out separately—her first, straightening her ponytail, me two minutes later, bleach in hand like nothing happened.

She was back at her supervisor station, helping an old dear with a pricing query. But when she caught my eye, she winked.

My phone buzzed. Unknown number.

"Got your number off the loyalty card system. Perks of being supervisor. Same time next week? There's a bigger shed in the warehouse. - K"

I bought the bleach, plus a garden chair I absolutely didn't need.

Best £12.99 I ever spent.