I knew what she was thinking. "She is a slut or a prostitute," that was what most people thought about me when they first look at me. I was used to it, after all, built the way I was and the way I dressed. I was practically asking for it.
I waved over at the woman as I passed her by the Oranges in the Produce section. My heels clicked and clacked on the tile floor, and I smiled at the poor produce clerk as he looked at me. When I passed, I heard the familiar noise of something dropping. 'Poor guy' I thought to myself.
Another woman stared at me with eyes that could bore a hole through metal. Again I just shrugged it off. I couldn't help it, I loved my body. What was the saying if you got it flaunt it? I had it in spades. Long dark black hair, athletically toned body, that I took care of every day at the gym, at home. I ate healthy because I wanted to keep my figure. I hardly drank, never smoked in my life. The pay off was a body that I loved, and so did my husband, Jeff.
The so-called icing on the cake was my chest. I don't want to toot my own horn, but the boob fairy had hit me with all she had when she was given out the goods. On my body, they were the first things people noticed, then they either noticed my ass or my dark hair that came down to just above my ass. I had what has been commonly called a whootie. When my friends Tina called me that on my first day at the job, I had to look it up. It wasn't a wrong phrase like I said I had it all.
There was the woman from produce again, this time she was talking to another woman, probably a friend. They were staring at my direction as I picked up some other ingredients for my homemade salsa. Now some would look at me and say she is all looks, or that most of my beauty is cosmetic. They would be wrong on all accounts. Everything about me is homegrown from the sticks of Louisiana if I told people where I was from they probably couldn't find it. It was a small town in the middle of nowhere. It's where I learned how to cook, clean, fish, hunt, and do anything I damn well wanted.
Most of these women would freak out if their husband brought home a dead deer. Not me I could take that deer, hang it, clean it, and cut it up and have meals planned for months. When guys saw me, they thought maybe I was an easy lay, or a slut, or someone they could get into their bed. They would be wrong, as well. I have slept with two men in my life, my present husband and one other.
"Help you find anything ma'am?" one of the stock clerks asked as I turned down another aisle.
"No thanks, Hector," I said as I read his name tag.
My life hadn't all been rosy. By the time I was twelve my father had died on the farm, it was an accident, nothing could have been done about it. One of those freak things that happen that even if you tried to repeat, you couldn't. Mom joined him shortly after, they said it was medical problems, but most of us knew it was a broken heart that took her.
My brothers raised me after that, they were all I had, all four of them were older than me. There was nothing they couldn't do once they set their mind to it. High school was easy for me, by the time I entered Sophmore year, I had the most significant chest on the grounds. My older brother Robbie was in his Senior year and captain of the football team. Jake, my other brother, had been the star quarterback when he had attended, so everyone knew who I was, and most of the guys wouldn't touch me with a ten-foot pole.
Not that I wanted them to, I had no interest in guys. Steve and Troy, my two oldest, had already set their minds up that I was going to college. Neither of them had gone, and they wanted the rest of us to go and make something of our lives. Jake was in the local college, he already had scouts looking for him.
"What?" I shouted down the aisle at the two ladies staring at me. "Want me to take a picture?"
They both turned and walked away. Looks I could stand, even the once in a while comments, but the constant judgment was another thing. I bet the two of them had slept with more men than there were men in the grocery store.
By the time I got to college, my breasts were massive. I had to buy custom bras and get sized every year. I went most of my college years sticking to myself. I ignored the looks from the men and women and even some of the male faculty members, which included a few professors. That was where I met my first love, Jason Honald, he was a geek, a nerd, or whatever the new term would be these days.
A smile crept over my face as I remembered the first time I saw him. Slouched over his books in the library. I was looking for a book on human anatomy, and he got annoyed at me for talking to myself. He got up and walked past me, reached for the book, gave it to me then walked back to his seat. He didn't even look at me.
That was uncommon, not to gloat but even in college, I got a lot of stares. "Thanks," I remember telling him.
"No problem," was what he said. Not even looking up as he spoke. It took me two months to get him to notice me. After that, we were always studying together, reading, playing online games. He taught me a lot about videos games, especially RPG games, which I still loved to play to this day.
When it was time to graduate, we still hadn't made out or even kissed. Until one night, we were talking as we stared up at the stars, on the field just behind the college campus. We told each other we didn't want to be virgins anymore.
I cracked a laugh on the aisle as I picked up the chips for my salsa. "Sorry," I said to the man behind me.
We all know how the first times go. Well, my first time was absolutely horrible. There was fumbling and dropping and drooling and lets just they don't have a timer for how fast it ended. The second time was in the library behind a bookshelf, that went a lot better. By the fifth time, we were in sync. Then it was over, he went back home to Maine.
I looked outside as I got to the cashier. A small town outside of Spartanburg, South Carolina. It wasn't a good story about how I got here. Let's just say mistakes were made and opportunities lost. I became a fitness instructor after many failed attempts at other professions. I met Jeff shortly after college, and we had been together ever since.
"Find everything, okay?" the cashier asked.
"Yeah, thanks," I smiled.
I slowly walked out of the store towards the parking lot.
I do love my life, though. I am married to a wonderful man. We have a lovely house, good friends. Two dogs, but no kids. No plans on starting a family, so we both took that chance away, surgically.
Jeff pulled up to me. "Can I take you home, sexy?"
"I don't know," I smiled as I continued walking. "My husband is the real jealous type."
"He won't mind," Jeff said playfully as the car continued to roll forward as I walked. "What do you say? Take you home, get to know each other, have a few drinks?"
I stopped and looked at him. "Just a few drinks?" I asked as I stopped and looked into the car.
"Just a few," Jeff smiled with that look that can drop my panties.
"Okay," I shrugged. "But I have to get home soon, I am making some food for his friends for the game tonight."
"A few drinks and I will bring you right back," Jeff winked.
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Moments later, Jeff had me pinned against the wall of our kitchen as he pulled up my short skirt and drove himself into me.
I loved our Friday night shenanigans. It was the reason I wore the slutty shirt that revealed most of my cleavage and made my boobs bounce with every step. The long stripper boots that came up to my thighs and the short skirt that barely covered my ass.
I knew Jeff was behind me looking at all the men and women staring at his wife, his property. It turned him on watching people react to his slutty wife walk the aisles. Then as I went to the check out I saw him leave the store, all I had to do was play the role, and now I was his for the taking.
"Such a nasty slut," Jeff said as he fucked me.
"Your nasty slut," I said as I felt his hard cock drive into me over and over. "Did you see the produce clerk, he dropped the whole box," I said as I wrapped my legs around him crossing my boots behind him.
"Yes, I bet he wishes he was fucking you right now," Jeff said as he pushed his head into my chest.
"Yes," I said, feeling him take me the way he liked. "Poor Hector the grocery guy had a great view of my ass as I walked by him."
"He nearly fell to the floor as you walked by," Jeff growled.
Then I felt it. Jeff was cumming. "A little more," I pleaded. It was too late. I felt Jeff spasm as he shot his cum deep into me.
Slowly he lowered me to the floor. "I will get things ready," I said as he walked away.
