He couldn't believe his good luck. There she was again, and looking like pure sex, just as she had the previous two times he had seen her. This time she was wearing a skimpy black halter-top and skintight hip hugging jeans that not only showed off her toned bare midriff and small waist but also accentuated the spectacular lines of her beautifully shaped ass and long legs.
Fondling a soft ripe grapefruit, he watched transfixed as she slowly made her way through the produce. Green onions, carrots, celery, mushrooms, all were carefully perused before being placed in her cart.
I've got to have her,
he thought, while
remembering the promise he had made the last time he had seen her and failed to approach her.
I'm not going to let this opportunity go unanswered. After all... the worst that can happen is her telling me she's not interested and it ain't like I've never been rejected.
Quickly he decided his best strategy would be an end run... circling the vegetable area until he was facing opposite the direction that she was moving.
She looked up, saw him approaching and immediately made eye contact, boldly holding it as she nodded and smiled. After all, she had been hoping he would not only be there but would take the initiative to talk to her.
Countering her smile with one of his own and somewhat surprised by the boldness he saw in her eyes, he began a little awkwardly. "Hi."
Continuing to grasp the lettuce she had been inspecting she matched his stare with her own. "Hello there."
"This is the third time"... he began clumsily as the protrusion of her nipples through the thin material of her top presented a significant distraction. In an attempt to refocus he locked his brown eyes back onto her brilliant black ones before continuing. "I've seen you in here a couple of times before... and I... this time I wanted to do what I should have done the first time I saw you... introduce myself."
She put the lettuce down, flicking her hair, sending the long black tresses flying over her shoulders. "Yes... I noticed you too. I'm here visiting my grandmother while she's recovering from surgery so I'm doing the shopping." She half laughed before continuing. "I've only been in here six times and I've seen you on three of those." She paused... slowly running her tongue over her lips. "Fate, you think? Or perhaps you're following me. Maybe all the way from Baltimore?"
His juices had begun to surge as he followed her tongue's sensuous journey around her full lips. "Baltimore?" His cock stirred. "This is weird. I used to live there. I haven't been following you... but to be honest, I was hoping you'd be in here today. Besides, if I'd have run into you in Baltimore... I promise you... there's no way I'd have ever let you leave."
Knowing her hardening nipples were becoming increasingly noticeable, she again flicked her hair and once more ran her tongue over her lips. "You lived in Baltimore?"
It was difficult for him to pull his eyes from the attention attracting protrusion of her nipples. The ache in his groin increased... his cock, having assumed it's own agenda as cocks are prone to do, had accelerated its ascent. "Actually just north... Glen Arm, on Loch Raven."
She stole a quick glance at the growing bulge. "Loch Raven?" She ventured a longer look. "That's beautiful." She paused, once again tonguing her lips. "I've been sailing out there a couple of times."
Visions of her laid out on the bow of a sailboat flashed through his mind. "What area do you live in?"
"Fells Point." She tried to focus on his eyes but the growing lump in his jeans made it difficult. Once again she licked her lips as she was compelled to take another longer look. "I converted an old warehouse into condos."
He immediately envisioned her naked... ass in the air... wet pussy glistening... bent over a sawhorse... his tongue spreading her juicy folds. "Nice. Nice... ahhh... area. You a builder or something?"
She thought how she might employ her hands... her tongue... her lips... her mouth. "Kind of a developer. Got into it sort of by accident."
That's exactly what I want... 'into it'. I need to figure out how to get her out of here.
He motioned toward the snack bar. "How about some coffee?"
She glanced at her watch... hesitating just long enough for him to fear she might say no. "Okay, but it'll need to be a quick one." She paused as she thought about the words...
A 'quick one' isn't what I want with this guy.
"I need to take my grandmother to a doctor's appointment in an hour and a half."
Damn. She's almost as tall as me. Those long legs and that ass.
He licked his lips.
Mmmh, what I'll be able to do with those.
"By the way," he said as they pushed their carts near a table. "I'm Mike. Mike Donati."
She stopped to extend her hand. "Sarah. Sarah Cardetti."
Her hand was warm... in fact, almost hot... the heat spread through his body... seeming to settle in his already hot cock. "Cardetti? You're Italian?"
The image of his hands and tongue on her body flew through her mind. This one would be long and slow... something to savor. "Yes, Italian. You?"
He felt his cock struggling for more room in the tight confines of his jeans. "Three quarters actually. My mom was half."
She reluctantly slid her hand from his... while stealing another; much longer look at what was now a seriously large protrusion. She sat down. The heat in her body had intensified... her pussy was now smolderingly wet.
Resisting a compelling urge to attempt an adjustment on his misaligned and throbbing cock, he took the chair opposite her. "How about tonight? Can I take you to dinner?"
She hesitated... the words 'take you' hung in her mind. She resisted the urge to shout a positive response... instead she pressed her crotch down into the chair in an unsuccessful effort to alleviate her yearning. "Well... I had planned on cooking for my grandmother." Pausing, she again ran her tongue over her lips while leaning forward in her chair in an unsuccessful attempt to get a better viewing angle.
Wish he was still standing
. "Let me talk to her and see what I can work out. If we can't have dinner... we can have a cocktail... or something. I haven't done"... she paused in mid sentence to ponder the words 'done' and 'cocktail'... "I haven't done much since I've been here."
Reaching full hardness his cock continued its struggle for freedom from the cramped quarters. His words came huskily. "Shall I call you later?"
"Yes," she said... giving him her cell number. "About 6 or so. I'll know by then what time I can get away." She pretended to glance at her watch... while stealing a look at his crotch as she got up. "Right now, I better just skip the coffee and get on home."
As he rose, he recognized the look of lust in her eyes as they focused on his bulge.
I'll bet she likes to be in control. This one will really be fun.
Their parting handshake became a lingering hand hold as the electricity surged through them... desire filled their minds... craving lay heavy in their loins.
Reluctantly she withdrew her hand. "Call me at six."
"At six."
He wanted to turn away but couldn't... his attention was riveted on the rhythmic sensual roll of the cheeks of her beautifully formed ass as she made her way toward the check out stand.
