Marcus never really understood his attraction to grocery shopping but once again he found himself wandering the chilly aisles well before lunch time on a Tuesday. Sure, the store wasn't very crowded at that time in the morning and with so few people in the store, it was extra cool at that time. Walking through the produce section he couldn't help but gaze at the melons, his heartbeat thumping as he compared the ripe fruit to the alluring curves in the loose fitting blouses around him.
Of course the temperature helped add that little bit of extra stretch to the fabric of the blouses. Yes, while most of the women couldn't fit the melons in their bra, Marcus' mouth watered as the protruding nipples made him think of grapes. He had to limp out of the produce section as his erection pressed tightly against his pants.
Marcus didn't notice when Jessica rolled into the same aisle, just a few dozen steps behind him. As alert as he was, he had not seen her watching him as he tested the firmness of the tomatoes back in produce. Perhaps his mind was still on the melons as he looked around the store, missing the tomato sized curves in Jessica's blouse. He had no idea how wet her panties got as she watched his fingers gently squeeze the red fruit. She quickly grabbed a honeydew and then followed him into the next aisle.
Pausing in front of a long row of coffee cans Marcus turned and spotted Jessica for the first time as she ambled up along side of him. Sizing up the smaller fruit in her blouse he nodded a bit, appreciating the idea of smaller packaging.
"Pardon me," she said, reaching across his body, "I just need some ground coffee."
The light brush of her body against his as she reached might have been ignored by most people, but in his heightened sense of shopping, Marcus could only feel her as she ground her pubis over his hip and poured her breast down his chest as she grabbed the can. He could feel himself trembling as she dropped the coffee into her cart next to the grapes.
Searching for something to say, something to do, he reached out longingly and plucked a single grape from the bunch and slipped it between his lips. Letting his tongue slowly roll over the fruit, he gazed down at her slight cleavage and honed in on the two huge nipples pressing the fabric of her blouse.
Biting down on the grape he said, "The grapes, so tasty."