Grocery Shopping 12

GROCERY SHOPPING

Holding two cantaloupes in my hands, I asked the woman who was looking at the vegetables, "How can you tell if these are ripe?"

She stepped closer. Her eyes were intriguing. She had a pretty smile. I couldn't help but notice the gap between the unbuttoned top of her white blouse. Her pale skin looked soft and inviting. I was holding the cantaloupes near my chest in a suggestive manner.

She said, "Well there a number of things to look for. How do they feel in your hands? Are they nice and firm? Are there any blemishes on the skin? They say the bigger they are, the better."

I hefted the two melons, weighing them in my hands, but looking at her chest. "They seem to be very nice to me, but I've had limited experience and don't know what to look for."

She took one of them and held it close to her face. "You should put the little stem part up to your nose and sniff to see if it smells fresh and fruity."

I lifted the other melon and inhaled the scent. "I see what you mean." I was gently stroking the melon's surface.

She continued, "You should use all your senses. How do they feel; how do they smell and are they appealing to look at." She handed the melon back to me. "Put your tongue on the little stem to see how you like it."

I said, "I like the texture of these." Still looking at her chest, I added, "They are very nice to look at." I put my tongue on the stem.

She smiled and said, "I'm glad you like them."

I put them in my shopping cart.

Damn, she was pretty. We were in the produce section of the neighborhood grocery store when I had recognized her. She was young, in her thirties, with a nice figure. Her blouse was undone enough to be sexy in an innocent, housewifely way. I'd taken a chance coming on to her and was pleasantly surprised when she responded.

She moved over to the vegetable area and asked, "Do you know anything about these?" She was holding a cucumber in her hand. "I'm not sure what to look for."

I said, "Well, you want one that feels nice in your hand. The texture is important. Squeeze it to be sure it is fresh and healthy."

She squeezed and asked, "Is size important?"

"They say it's not, but it's more a matter of individual taste. Girth is maybe more significant."

"This one looks like it's about eight inches long. Would that be a good guess?"

I smiled and said, "Sometimes size gets exaggerated. Six inches or so is usually a good size."

She picked up another cucumber, a long curly Asian type. "Look at this one."

I said, "It's nice, but the American ones taste better."

"Hmmm." She said. She held the two vegetables side by side and said, "I don't see the difference."

I said, "What's important is how juicy they are. You have to taste what's inside to really tell which ones are best. A good one can be really satisfying."

She said, "Well I can't tell that in the store, can I? Maybe after I get home."

She licked the cucumber with her pretty pink tongue, sensuously teasing along the length of it. She put it in her cart.

I had seen her at neighborhood events and knew her name was Amy. I said, "You're Amy. Remember me, I'm Ben."

She said, "Of course I remember you, Ben." That was nice to hear.

Amy is married, I'm not. We live in a condo complex near the grocery store. I had seen her going in and out of her place and had admired her figure. I'd had only had a few brief conversations with her. I mostly listened to her talking with others. She had a sexy voice and, I swear, my tongue got hard when I spoke with her. One time I thought I saw her looking at me and irrationally wondered if she was interested.

We pushed our shopping carts a bit farther. She picked up a bag of those little carrots. She held them up and said, "I already have these at home." She put them back.

"Do you?" I said. I held up a full-sized carrot and said, "I would've thought you might like the longer ones."

She said, "Well, sometimes, you have to be happy with what you can get."

I replied, "Well, sometimes it's nice to experiment and try new things."

She picked up one of those mini-watermelons and held it against her belly like she was pregnant. She said, "Experimenting can be dangerous, though."

She put it back on the pile.

We continued to walk together, each of us putting up a few things in our carts.

We came to the fish, meat and cheese counter where the attendant would prepare things specifically per order.

I said, "I like the tuna fish." I asked the man to cut a half-pound from a big slab of the dark reddish-pink fish.

As he was doing that, I said, "I like to eat it raw, like the Japanese do. Sashimi."

She said, "I've never heard it called that. Do you really like it?"

"It's one of my favorite things. It just seems to melt in your mouth."

"Interesting. I've never tried it."

We watched the butcher slice the slippery red flesh of the tuna. It glistened and jiggled.

I said, "I could show you how to prepare it. Presentation is important. It's so juicy. I like to just suck on it before I swallow."

She said, "I have a friend who likes it. She's invited me to her house and said we could try eating some together."

"You should accept her invitation. I'm sure you'd like it."

"Maybe you can show me how to prepare it sometime."

"I'd be delighted." I said as the man behind the counter handed me a package. The raw pink tuna glistened through the clear wrapper. You can guess what it reminded me of.

We went on a bit farther and Amy was looking in the meat cooler. I looked at her from behind and admired her nice ass. She had a thin waist and her wider hips were the center point of an attractive figure with nice-looking legs below. I'd seen her bare legs at the neighborhood parties and recalled how smooth and sexy they looked. Her breasts were hanging as she leaned over the meat cooler and I saw them giggle as she moved her arms.

She chose a long stick of pepperoni and held it up. She laughed and said, "This is a nice chunk of meat."

I asked, "That may be too much for you, more than you need."

She said, "Maybe I can handle it." She held it provocatively in her hand and touched it against her cheek.

I suggested, "You never know until you try it. I'm sure you'll like it."

She said, "I know just how to prepare it, too." She put the sausage link in her cart. Her boobs jiggled as she moved.

She looked at the meat compartment, steaks, pork, chicken. "I need a nice piece of meat for tonight."

"Are you having company?" I asked, thinking I'd like to pork her.

She said, "My husband is out of town so I'm alone. I need something for myself."

I agreed, "Having some wine and a good piece of meat can make for an enjoyable evening."

"Thanks. I'm in the mood for something different tonight."

We continued through the frozen foods.

She opened one of the cooler doors and said, "I always think of my husband when I'm in this part of the store."

I asked, "Why is that?"

"Oh, because he seems to be easily satisfied with TV dinners and such. I like to take more time to prepare a nice meal that we can take our time to enjoy. He always seems to be in a hurry."

I said, "That's too bad. I think it's important to take time and enjoy the finer things in life."

I noticed that another button on her blouse had come undone. I could see glimpses of her white bra and the tops of her ample breasts. I was watching her reach for things on the top shelves in the coolers. I could see the muscles of her thighs and claves flex as she raised onto her tip-toes. Her blouse lifted a bit and I saw a trace of bare skin on her lower back. The cool air from the freezer had affected her nipples, which were now poking through her thin blouse. My dick was responding.

We finished that aisle and came to a tray of donuts on a table. She chose a long twisted one, brown and glazed. She held it before her face and said, "I might like this one. It's shiny from the sugar and I just love to bite into one of these."

I held up a Boston crème donut and said, "These are good too."

She said, "There's cream inside. Sometimes, I squeeze one too hard and the stuff squirts out and gets all over my hand." She took a dab of the white cream and put her fingers to her mouth. She licked the sugary glaze from the long twister donut. She put one of each in her cart.

We were nearing the end of the last aisle when she stopped and said, "I need to get bread."

I quipped, "Do you always get bread when you go shopping?"

She smiled and said, "Not always, but getting bread is important."

I said, "What is your preference when you get bread?"

She looked through the different loafs and said, "I've thought about trying the darker loafs, but I never have."

I said, "I don't think you'd like those as much as this." I handed a baguette to her.

She put her hand around the long loaf and said, "I think I might try this. I like white bread."

I said, "If you are going to get bread, this is what you want. I'm sure you'll like it."

She laughed and said, "I could spend the whole afternoon just relaxing and enjoying this and a glass of wine."

We were approaching the check-out aisle.

She said, "Why don't we put this all together. We can go to my house and sort it all out. You can take what you want once we are there."

I replied, "I wouldn't want to take anything that's not mine."

She smiled and said, "Oh, don't worry about that. What's mine is yours."

I smiled and said, "We can see if those melons taste as good as they look."

She said, "I'm sure you'll like them." She undid another button on her blouse. Her bra was exposed and I could see her warm flesh straining against the tit-holding cups when she leaned into her cart for her groceries.

I suggested, "You must try one of those American cucumbers. Once you see how juicy they are, you'll love it."

She laughed and said, "Maybe you can show me how to prepare the sashimi."

I paid for the groceries over her objections and we loaded the bags in my car. I followed her home and carried the groceries into her kitchen.

Amy began to put things away while I watched her. She put the long, twisted donut in her mouth and bit into it. She looked at me and laughed; we were both imagining her biting into something else. She continued, licking the shiny glaze with her tongue.

She was storing things in her refrigerator when I moved behind her and reached around, grabbing her breasts through her blouse.

She said, "You have to be careful with the melons. If you squeeze too tight, you'll damage them."

I slid my hands under her blouse and inside her bra. I carefully kneaded her soft breast with one hand, undoing the remaining buttons on her blouse. Her nipple was erect and I rolled my fingers over it while kissing her neck.

She was holding a cucumber when she said, "Let me put the things in the refrigerator. It's getting hot in here and I'm afraid they're going to melt."

My hand slid to her waist and dove into the front of her jeans. She gasped as my fingers found their way into her panties and ruffled her tangle of pubic hair. I stroked her bush while I sucked on her neck. When my finger touched her slit, she jerked away. She turned toward me and we kissed. She was leaning back against the kitchen counter with her arms around my neck.

I said, "Let show you what to do with that raw tuna."

She reached for my belt and undid the button and zipper on my pants. Her warm hand grabbed my dick, sending a surge of excitement through my body. Our mouths were open with our tongues tangling. My hands slid into the back of her jeans and cupped those enticing ass cheeks.

I undid her bra and pulled her blouse off her shoulders. I pulled her bra away and put my hands on her melons. I held them like I had held the cantaloupes. I kissed the nipples and inhaled her scent. Her perfume was intoxicating. "These are perfect." I said.

She said, "You seem to know how to choose good ones."

"I like the texture and they smell delicious." I put my nose to one of her nipples.

She dropped to her knees, surprising me. My pants were down at my ankles and my cock was freed before I had time to react. When her hand gripped my prick, squeezing it like she had done to the pepperoni stick, I just leaned back and enjoyed what she was doing. She licked the underside of my prick from the tip to the balls. She held my testicles in her hand. I stepped out of my shoes and pants.

She looked at my prick and said, "I need a good piece of meat tonight. This is what I had in mind, something different."

I said, "You'd better be careful or it will go off in your hand."

"Maybe I can make it go off in my mouth." She said as she wrapped her lips around the shaft. She began to move her head back and forth. I felt the tip of my cock pressing into the back of her throat. She was fondling my testicles.

She said, "This is a nice fat one."

"Sorry that it's not eight inches."

She laughed and said, "I'm used to the mini-carrots, so don't worry."

She was a good cocksucker. I guess it's hard to be a poor cocksucker. It's like tits, there are no bad ones. She held my balls, gently squeezing them while moving her lips along my shaft. It felt absolutely wonderful. I'm sure you guys reading this know how good it feels to have your cock sucked.

She looked up at me with a sexy smile and asked, "Can you show me how to prepare the sashimi?"

She led me into her bedroom and I watched her strip. When her lovely pussy came into view, I knew I was in for a treat. Her dark red slit was parted a bit, swelling in anticipation of my attention. I pushed her on the bed and dove between her legs. I pulled her knees apart and used my fingers to spread her labia. There, inches from my eyes, was the nicest pussy I had ever seen. It was pink and glistened with the moisture from her arousal. It looked just like the sashimi from the grocery counter. Knowing that she wanted me fed my ego and I eagerly went to work. My tongue tasted the juicy nectar between her pussy lips. When I focused on her clit, she immediately began to come. Her body twisted, she moaned and her thighs clamped around my head. I loved being held captive in this wonderful woman's cunt. I sucked on her little love button and found her vagina with my tongue. I swirled around her rim, savoring the soft flesh, the succulent taste and her physical reaction. Making a woman come with my tongue is perhaps my favorite thing in the world, even better than my team winning the Superbowl. I moved a finger onto her little asshole and probed around it, adding to her pleasure.

She pulled my head out of her cunt and begged, "Please fuck me."

I moved up quickly, sucking each nipple on my journey and I mounted between her legs. My cock found her slippery hole and I plunged into her vagina. She gasped when I was balls deep. Maybe I had a bigger cock that her husband, or maybe it was just being different, but Amy reacted by squeezing my dick with her cunt muscles while she pulled me into a fabulous, tongue filled kiss. I raised up to look at her pretty face, framed by her dark hair. Without makeup and disheveled from our love-making, I thought she was beautiful. I fucked her with unrestrained passion. I hadn't been with a woman in quite a while and I was refreshing my memories of how good it felt to have my prick in a warm, welcoming vagina. I caressed her face and gently kissed her as my cock did its work. I felt the tip of my dick touching her cervix, which added to her and my passion.

"Where should I come?" I asked.

She said, "Come inside me. I want you to fill me."

My dick responded to her request and I squirted into her precious womb. Multiple spurts poured into her and she reacted to each one. She was panting and her muscles were spasming in her own orgasm. As I regained my composure, my dick softened but didn't slip out of her. It remained inside her, covered by my semen and her juices.

"That was wonderful." She said.

"It sure was. Aren't you glad you went shopping today?"

She said, "I am. I got meat and I got bread. I needed both."

I rolled off and we laid beside each other, recovering and wondering if we wanted to have a second round.

She said, "I've seen you at the parties. You seemed nice."

"Thank you. I've seen you too, of course."

She asked, "Did you ever think you'd get to fuck me?"

"No, I never dreamed that something so wonderful would happen."

She laughed, "Was I better than a dream?"

"Absolutely. I haven't made love to woman for a while, but I don't remember anyone as wonderful as you."

"I'm a good lay, huh?"

"I didn't mean it that way. You are sensuous and passionate and I enjoyed everything about you."

She laughed and said, "Well, you're a good lay too." Then she said, "I was going to have to use a cucumber, but you were better."

I asked, 'Do you have time to do it again. I'd really like to."

She leaned over and kissed me, her breast resting against my chest. "I have all day."

I had to ask, "Your husband?"

"He's working late. He's usually too tired to do anything, anyway."

I rolled on top of her and my revived cock found her opening and we were quickly fucking again. We took our time and tried some different positions. I liked it when she sat on top and I could play with her wonderful melons. I fucked her from behind, with her on her stomach and my hips straddling that soft sensuous ass of her. She lifted her hips when she neared another orgasm. She wiggled her ass as she enticed me to shoot another wad of cum into her. My hands strayed over the smooth skin of her shoulders and back. I could feel her coming on my cock and I sent another load of sperm into her womb.

She stayed naked while she put the rest of her groceries away. We kissed goodbye and I left.

After I went home, I ate the raw tuna, thinking of Amy while I sucked in the juicy flesh. I had cantaloupe for dessert.

That was the start of something that has continued for a few months. We arrange to take days off from work at the same time, so about once every two or three weeks, we get together and fuck all afternoon. She doesn't seem to love her husband much. She thinks he is fooling around on her. She has hinted about leaving him and about letting me get her pregnant.

One time she said, "I ought to let you knock me up. It would serve that bastard right to have another man put a baby in his wife's cunt while he chases around at work."

I'm young and irresponsible enough that I'm willing to accommodate her wishes. Shit, maybe I already have.