As she turns toward me, I recognize her as the saleswoman from the lingerie shop. "Hello Sabrina." I say, "It's nice to see you again."
Blushing slightly, she smiles and puts the cucumber into her shopping cart. She next goes to the opposite side of a display of melons and asks, "And what do you thing of these two?"
My cock jumps in my pants, answering for me. I'm not looking at the produce, but at the two delicious looking melons that are peeking at me from her low cut top. "Well," I answer, "I'll need to give them a squeeze to help me decide. They need to be firm, but soft." I reach toward her, but she laughs and walks away.
She places one melon in her cart and I take the other. I watch her as she heads down the aisle, that purple skirt dancing with each step. I am glad I have the shopping cart in front of me to hide the front of my pants. I continue my shopping, and my erection starts to soften. I keep catching a glimpse of her from time to time and my cock keeps standing back up. She gives me a smile each time, then turns quickly causing her skirt to fly outward. One time I get a flash of her creamy bare ass. I love it when a woman wears a short skirt with no panties.
In the frozen food aisle, I get another treat when I notice her stiff nipples. I walk over to where she is standing and reach out to select something from the case. My arm brushes across her breast and I feel her nipple. She gives a little shiver which is something more than just a reaction to the cold air. She presses up against my arm and gives me a very inviting smile. I move toward her and press against her hip, letting her feel my arousal. She gives my cock a nice squeeze. I reach up under the hem of her skirt and lightly stroke her soft ass. She turns toward me bringing my fingers in contact with her hot pussy. I give a quick glance around and realize that there are no other shoppers in sight. My fingers become bolder as I run them up and down her wet folds. I am rewarded by a quiet moan as she presses against me.
I whisper, "Well, Sabrina, are we going to continue this in the frozen food aisle, or do you want to go someplace where I can let you feel more than just my fingers." It was a statement rather than a question as I bring my fingers to my lips and lick them.