"Hit and Run" is Part Four of the sexual story of my life. "Time Out" which was posted on 10/11 was Part Three. I am purging my soul. Telling of my past "sins" is part of my repentance.
The very same day I got back to that certain institution of higher learning to begin my junior year, the sorority sisters sent me out for groceries. The refrigerator was quite empty. Just because I was the only one who had a car I got to go. They gave me a bunch of coupons and a long list.
I went to my favorite grocery store which I like best because it usually is not very crowded, particularly on a weekday afternoon. The prices are higher than the bigger stores, buy hey, I had the coupons.
It was a very hot and muggy day. I was wearing cut-off shorts and a very loose tank top. No bra, but I mean, you couldn't see anything. Who would have thought? I forgot something; two actually.
It took me about an hour of pushing the cart to find all the stuff that was on my list. I crossed off each item as I found it and attached the appropriate coupon to the list. Very scientific.
I get to the check out and I'm in front of the cart, reaching over and getting the items, matching them up with the coupons and giving them to the clerk as she passed the stuff through the scanner. Once, twice three times I bent over and reached in the cart.
The man behind me, quite attractive and professional looking in a very sharp summer suit, is "giving me the eye." You know, looking, but trying to look like he is not looking, and actually trying, quite unsuccessfully, not to look. You had to have been there.
Duh! Finally, click, click. So, I'm thinking now, the next time I go down for more groceries, do I like put my hand on the top of my shirt or not? If I do, he'll know that I know that he got a great boob shot. But then, I think he knows anyway. I realize that the look on my face must be, had I been him in a similar situation, "What? Did I forget to zip up my fly?"
I was definitely attracted to this guy, although he was probably more than ten years older than me, and I would have flirted with him, but all he was buying was disposable diapers. "Definitely taken," I thought to myself. I never make the first move on a married guy. If they make the first move, I can only assume their wife gave them permission to fool around.
Well, I did sort of flirt with him. I lifted up the front of my shirt and said, "Want a look from a different perspective?" Lucky for me no one else was behind him and the clerk wasn't paying any attention. Oh my, he like turned five shades of red. I broke the ice with, "Hey, no big deal. I like to be looked at. Now help me get the stuff out of the cart." I laughed and so did he.
I thought that was the end of that, paid for the groceries, pushed the cart outside, loaded the stuff and took off. There is a deserted stretch of road on the short cut I take back to the sorority house and there was a car behind me, following much too closely.
As I slowed around a curve the car smacked me in the rear. I pulled off onto the berm and so did the other driver. I got out. "Oh, it's you! I said to the peeping dude from the grocery store. "Nice Mercedes and nice dent you got in the front now. And look at my car. How in the hell did you manage to hit me?"
"I'm so sorry, Miss. I was talking on my cellular phone to my stockbroker. Big deal brewing."
"Well, do you want to call the police about this, or what?" I asked.
"No, no. I don't want to report it to the police, or the insurance companies either. I'll pay you for your damages. It looks like a couple thousand dollars worth to your car."
"You're kidding!" I exclaimed. "Those little dents and the busted light will cost that much? I never would have guessed."
He nodded and pulled out his wallet and handed me a packet of $100 bills. "Will this take care of it?" he asked.
I never realized $5,000 in $100 bills was less than a inch thick. "Well, sure" was all I could stammer.
Walking over to my car, I reached through the open window of the passenger side to put the money in my purse that was sitting on the seat. He was right behind me.
"You have exquisite breasts," he said as he reached under my shirt and squeezed them, at the same time pressing me against my car. "I loved your large aureoles when you lifted up your shirt. Oh, oh, they are getting bumpy and your nipples are getting hard!"
"What the hell do you expect when you are pulling on them like that, and quit it!" I demanded. I tried to slip away but he had me pretty well pinned against my car.
"I want you," he said as he bit my neck from behind. I could tell he was very hard.
"But, but ... I don't even know you," I stammered. "You won't rape me, you're not the type."
"What type is that? You never went on a blind date? Call this a blind fuck."
He turned me around and kissed me hard and forced his tongue inside my mouth. I didn't kiss back but I didn't fight him either.
Unbuttoning my shorts with one hand, he slipped his hand down inside my panties. Oh shit! Just my luck; I was wet. Well, I couldn't help it! This was starting to get a little exciting in a scary kind of way.
"You're not going to murder me, or anything are you? I got to get the groceries back to the sorority house or the sisters will be pissed. It's worse than PMS when those bitches are hungry and there's no food." I was trying to lighten the mood.
"Hey, you're not turning soft on me are you? You look like you are one tough cookie when you want to be. I want you to fight. That's half the fun."
