9:45. Fifteen minutes until I would be free. My name is Andrew. I’m a bagger the the local grocery store in my small town.
Studying myself in the bathroom mirror, I took in my features. I’m tall with very dark brown hair. My hazel eyes and dark hair contrast with my tawny white skin, a slight farmers tan giving may face and arms more colour than normal. Through my green and white work shirt my slight muscles are barely distinguishable. Dark hair covers my arms and legs, visible due to the short sleeve uniform shirt and khaki uniform cargo shorts. My eyes sit slightly wider than average, and are slightly sunken. They are framed by thick, flat eyebrows. My nose is slightly aquiline and turned up. My jaw framed by light stubble.
Splashing some cold water on my face, I walked out of the bathroom and to the register. Placing a bottle of vodka into a bag, I looked up to see the customer and cashier. Standing across the counter from the cashier, a beautiful dark skinned woman in a light teal dress watched me bag the alcohol. Immediately I was entranced.
Her heart shaped face framed two narrow brown eyes and full lips. Short black hair with a slight widow’s peak framed the upper portion of her face. Her dark, reddish brown skin glowed with warm undertones, giving her a radiance. Her graceful neck led down to an amazing bust and slender waist, narrowing then flaring out again to show her hips. The dress was very form fitting.I felt my shorts tighten.
9:50. Ten minutes until freedom. Freedom and relief from my raging erection brought on by this chocolate goddess.
As she took her bag I slipped on my reflective vest and excited the store. I had to make sure the lot was clear before I could go home. As the woman exited behind me, I walked towards a stray cart as she walked towards her car. I had an amazing view of her hips swaying as she walked away.
Boldly I called, “Don’t have too much fun, miss”. My deep voice echoed in the lot, empty save for a few cars. She stopped and turned to look at me, her eyes reflecting the light from the storefront windows.
” I’m just going to go home and get drunk” she replied, turning back to her car and beginning to move again.
“Well, that doesn’t sound like much fun at all” I remarked, grabbing the stray cart and turning it towards the store.
She leaned against her little car and smiled slightly, looking me over.