It’s late at night and you have a hankering for some ice cream smothered
in milk chocolate. You find a 24 hr grocery store and run in. As you
walk in, you hear your heels click on the slick floor. You bend over to
pick up a basket and you notice out of the corner of your eye a guy in a
dark leather jacket staring intently at something that is not that
interesting. You pretend to be having a problem with the handles of
the basket and you notice him turn his head and stare at your perky,
sheerly covered ass, which makes you smirk to yourself, thanking
yourself for putting on that nice U neck blouse and lace bra that so
nicely showcases your other “assets”, Winona and Sally. You slowly bend
back up to make sure he gets a good view and then proceed to walk slowly
past him, turning you head just enough so that your mane of hair brushes
up against him. You think you feel the palm of his hand brush across
hip as you walk by.

You wander through the fruit section, picking up a melon and notice he
has followed you. You feel your body throb as you feel his eyes look
you up and down. That full length skirt and elegant pumps must be doing
the trick, you think to yourself. You make doubly sure to check the
very bottom of the racks to make sure he gets the perfect picture. As
you walk, a few more people appear and you need to work your way around
them. You can still feel his eyes on you and you make sure to bend over
at the waist, wanting him to walk over to you and mount you right there.

Damn, control yourself, you mentally say to yourself, but the thought
of his big, strong hands on your hips, lifting your skirt, spreading
your legs, bending you over the mangos and thrusting himself deep inside
you, making your scream with desire, is making your nose flare and your
breaths become shallow. You can feel your pussy lips smacking together
in anticipation. They can’t wait to wrap themselves around a thick,
rock-hard piece of man meat. It has been waay too long. Your legs
shiver at the thought. But at the same instance, you feel someone bump
into you and it feels like a huge COCK!.

“Oh, excuse me”, you hear whispered into your ear and at the same time,
feel a hand caress your hip. Your heart races.

“Oh… That’s ok”, you respond, meekly, trying to desperately regain
your composure. As you look up to see who it was, you get a glimpse of
painted-on Levis and a tight ass that you would love to sink your teeth
into.

As you regain your composure, you track him like a cat playing with a
mouse. You keep your distance, but every once in awhile, you will make
contact, either by brushing up against him or making sure he gets a
whiff of your perfume, or better yet, letting him get a clear shot of
your cleavage or your perfectly shaped ass.