Bindy was acutely aware that in exactly thirty minutes time at midday it would be one week. It was one week earlier that Bindy's friend had told her that she thought Bindy was addicted to sex. So it was that Bindy decided she would go for one week without sexual activity of any description.
As she walked along the footpath Bindy could feel the moisture between her thighs and her swollen pussy lips rubbing against her tight panties. She couldn't stop her eyes from flicking across the crotch of every man walking past. Letting her imagination loose Bindy visualized every man naked and with a raging erection. In her vivid imagination there was a continual stream of hard cocks parading past for her pleasure. Every imaginable shape and size were there, some straight and some curved, there was one with a glistening drop of precum and then came one that was spurting semen, a beautiful arching white thread that pooled on the pavement.
A passing woman stopped and waited patiently as her doggie lapped up the puddle of cum, Bindy felt the muscles of her stomach twitch and spasm as she had a mini orgasm. Shaking her head, she dragged her mind back to reality and walked briskly into the Supermarket, gathered up her shopping trolley and strolled into the fruit and vegetables section. Never had Bindy noticed how many vegetables were of a distinctly phallic shape, her vagina felt hot and empty, so empty, it ached to be filled and here were all these phallic vegetables calling to her; carrots, parsnips, corn cobs, cucumber, banana.
Bindy pressed on. She had cock on the brain. She should never have stopped here, no matter how convenient it was to her work. She should have gone home to her bed, her lavender scented sheets that were oh so soft on her warm flesh. She could be there now, sipping a glass of wine and counting the seconds until she could trigger her massager. The damn thing was as big as her forearm, and even its lowest power setting was almost more than she could stand. She took a deep breath and soldiered on.
Pleasure delayed would be pleasure doubled, she told herself. She concentrated on her shopping. She didn't come into this store very often, so she wasn't familiar with its layout. She had most of the dozen or so items she'd been looking for when she rounded a corner and there he was.
He was tall and lean. He was somewhere in his early twenties with dark hair long enough to be sexy but not scruffy. He obviously worked for the store because he was stocking a shelf. Bindy saw the muscles in his arms ripple as he moved a flat of heavy tins from one side of a pallet to another. He then flicked the tins from one hand to the other to be positioned just so on a shelf. He was absorbed in his work. No doubt, Bindy thought, he was in a hurry to finish so that he could go to his girlfriend who probably had lank hair and pouty little breasts, and who would no doubt squeal as he plunged his massive dick into her ravaged pussy.
Bindy moaned internally at her unjustified fantasy; she was hornier than ever. She'd screw this guy in a heartbeat if she could if she could get his attention. But would he find her desirable? Well, why not? She was no beauty queen, her face was too round, her mouth a bit too wide, she was short at five feet four, but she had good points. She had carefully coiffed ash blonde hair that fell in gentle curls. She was still in her makeup from work, and she was wearing a nice form-fitting dress. She was usually described as attractive. But she had one or rather two other assets. Thanks to her mother, who had been endowed with a massive bosom, Bindy had a great pair of tits. They filled her chest high wide and proudly. She couldn't move her arms forward without pushing them aside. She looked around and saw it, her opportunity was in the form of a lone jar of jam high and on the back of a shelf. She approached him.
"Excuse me," she said.
The young man seemed reluctant to stop his mechanical repetition of tin stocking, but then he turned to look at her. He smiled and said, "Can I help you?" as his eyes roamed up and down her form and then settled on her cleavage.
"There's something I can't reach. Can you get it for me?" Bindy said as she pointed in the direction of the jar.
"Oh, sure," the man said. He took the few steps to get in position and then stretched high.
Bindy moved in so close her breast pressed against his free arm. She looked up and softly whispered, "Is there somewhere in the store we can fuck?"
David teetered precariously on tip toes and his world seemed to go into slow motion. Had he heard right? Had this voluptuous lass just said, "Can we go somewhere and fuck"?
Little did David know it but another lass, Rosemarie, was also more than a little interested in him. Rosemarie from the accounts office had been interested in David for at least the past four months, hanging around him at every opportunity but he never seemed to even know she existed. You will find this as no surprise when I tell you a little about her. Rosemarie was just nineteen years old but was proud of her two recent achievements. All her life she had been enthusiastically involved with Jazz Dancing and had recently qualified as an instructor. Her second achievement was that she had just completed an intensive course in first aid and had been appointed the companies Accident Response Officer.
Rosemarie does have another interest too, sex! Beneath Rosemarie's bed is suitcase which holds a very impressive range of sex toys and devices. If it is possible for sex toys to be a fetish, then Rosemarie would qualify. She cannot resist buying and trying every type of toy and device to be found online. For her the internet could probably be considered a 'sex device' too. Many of her evenings are spent reading sex stories online and viewing numerous porn sites.
Despite her avid fascination with all things sexual Rosemarie's actual experience is rather limited. Two things conspire against her in this regard. Her shyness is one and the other is a lack of skill in 'presentation'. Rosemarie has a lithe and shapely body with pointy breasts and long nipples, when aroused. On addition her pussy is shaved to show it off to best effect, and it really is worth showing off, to which her full-length mirror can attest. Unfortunately, these assets are hardly apparent in the sloppy jumpers and loose fitting pants that she is apt to wear, along with nondescript glasses, self-cut hair and minimal or no makeup.
David's foot slipped and he lost balance completely and came crashing down. He grazed his shin on an edge on the way down, stumbled on the floor then fell into Bindy knocking her to the ground and falling heavily on top of her. Bindy was very happy to have David on top of her, but this was not quite what she had in mind. Staff and customers descended on the hullabaloo. "Quick, get Rosemarie" cried the store supervisor. When Rosemarie arrived, she quickly assessed that both parties needed to be checked over so she ushered both Bindy and David through to the Emergency Room tucked away in a quiet back corner of the building,
Bindy followed the other two through a pair of double hinged doors into the back. She noted how the first aid woman kept her hand on the guy's shoulder, and how she looked when she looked at him. Being driven to the ground by a hunky guy was kind of sexy, but now things were getting awkward.
Excuse me...uh...Rosemarie?" Bindy said, remembering the woman's name tag.
Rosemarie and the guy stopped. She turned and said, "Yes?"
Bindy said, "Look, I'm okay. I'm just going to grab my food and leave."
Rosemarie glanced around and said in a lowered voice, "You really should fill out an accident report. If you have a bruised kidney or something and you want to sue the store, it'll be better if you have something on file."
"Okay, fine then," Bindy said. She was no longer as hyped up for sex as she had been a few minutes before, but the quicker she got home and got something buzzing between her legs the better.
Rosemarie took the guy's arm and said, "David, you get to be my first customer in the nook they made for me. They took part of the accounting office to do it, but at least I can have all my supplies in one place."
"Uh huh," David said. He sounded shaken from his fall.
They stopped before a door and Rosemarie unlocked it with a key from her pocket. "This is my office," she said to Bindy. "If you'll wait in here, you can start on the accident report while I check David."
"Fine," Bindy said a bit more tartly than she intended. The office contained a couple of desks, computer terminals and filing cabinets. There were the usual personal knick-knacks atop the desks.
Rosemarie pulled a form from one of the filing cabinets. "Here you go," she said. "Name, address, phone number and then your account of what happened. I'll come get you as quickly as I can."
"Thank you," Bindy said. This time she managed a smile for Rosemarie before the woman left and closed the door. She took a seat at one of the desks and looked over the form.
"Take a seat here," she heard Rosemarie say clearly, almost as if she were still in the room.
Bindy looked to her left. Beyond a series of file cabinets was some naked framing. She stood and went to the rear of the cabinets. Instead of proper drywall, someone had hung cheap wall paneling on the far side of the framing as a partition between this office and Rosemarie's first aid nook. The paneling hadn't even been properly placed. There was nearly a quarter-inch gap between two of the sheets. She put her eye to the gap. She could see David seated on an exam table while Rosemarie flicked a light from one of his pupils to the other.
"I don't think you damaged your head," she said. "Do you hurt anywhere?"
"My shin hurts pretty bad," he said.
"Yeah, I see blood on your pants," she said. "Lower them and I'll take a look."
"Lower my pants?" David said as if that were totally unnecessary.
"Unless you want me to slice your pants leg open to the knee," she said.
"No," David grumbled. "I think you like playing doctor a little too much." Nevertheless, he undid his belt and zipper and rocked from side to side as he pulled at his pants. Soon, they dangled around his ankles. Blood oozed from a long scrape on his right shin.
Bindy didn't care about the blood, however. Her eye had gone to David's crotch. He was wearing some very brief, hip hugging briefs. The shiny red material looked almost feminine. Rosemarie put on a pair of surgical gloves and poured an orange liquid on a gauze pad. She put one hand high on David's thigh as if to steady his leg, and then she began to clean the blood from his lower leg.
