James' favorite food was me, but since he was coming to my house this evening I felt obligated to feed him actual food either before or after the main course. I enjoyed cooking anyway, and having myself occupied would keep me from thinking about him and touching myself all afternoon.
I settled on a soufflé; I hadn't made one for some time and thought that the rich creaminess might serve as an analogy for other things. But I was nearly out of eggs, I found, and while I generally detested grocery shopping, it had become more palatable since that was how I'd met James. I dressed quickly, in black yoga pants, sandals, and a long white blouse with no bra. I detested bras almost as much as I detested grocery shopping, but as my breasts were a bit hard to control, I usually wore one. Not today. Fuck it, I thought, as I headed down the street.
As usual, I picked up far more than what I came for. Eggs, wine, some cute little chocolates that I envisioned us feeding to each other in bed . . . oh, I had to have some of those raspberries, too. I could rub them all over James and then lick them off. The very thought made my loins warm. Damn him. I loved and hated that he had this effect on me.
I waited in line to pay for my selections, and then pushed the cart out to my car. Yes, I'd bought more than I could carry in my two hands - again. I'd just popped open the trunk when I heard a voice behind me.
"Excuse me."
I turned to look, and to my surprise and joy, there was James.
"Well, hello -" I started, but he interrupted me.
"Did you lose your keys?" he asked with a mischievous smile, his brown eyes twinkling. Jesus, it was not even ten a.m., and he looked so sexy I wanted to hump him right on the back end of my car.
I held up my keychain and rattled it. "Nope, right here," I tried to be cool.
"What a shame," he moved close to me, and began loading my bags into the trunk.
"Thank you," I said, watching him. He was playing some kind of game here. Had he followed me to the store? Or had we just run into each other by accident?
He took my cart to the stall and returned to me. I hadn't moved.
"I apologize," he said with his disarming, sweet smile. "I saw you in the store and couldn't help noticing . . . "
"Yes?" I prompted him.
"Your ass."
I laughed out loud.
"It's quite lumpcious," he said, inventing a new word.
"I guess that's more flattering than calling it fat," I allowed.
He shook his head. "No, it's fabulous. In fact," here he moved close to me, his chest against mine, and slid his arm around my waist, hand resting firmly on my butt cheek. He leaned into whisper in my ear. "I bet it's nice and soft and wet inside there."
I shivered. I felt my cunt swelling with desire. God damn him!
Two soft, damp kisses on my neck. I felt myself melting. "Let's go somewhere," I breathed against him.
A couple of people walked by and gave us startled looks.
"I know a place," he said, and with his free hand, he turned my head toward him and gave me a long, wet, open-mouthed kiss. Oh fuck. I was out of control now.
"Take me there," I begged.
He took the keys from my hand - it was a wonder I hadn't dropped them - and we got into my car together.
"Anything perishable?" he asked as he pulled out onto the street.
"Well, yeah, I got some eggs and milk and stuff."
"Too bad."
"Hey! I spent good money on that!" I protested.
"Some things are more important," he grinned over at me and squeezed my thigh.
"You'll pay me back if they spoil," I told him.
"Sure babe." I knew he wouldn't. He was such a dick sometimes.
We didn't seem to be going in the direction of his house or my house, but before I could ask him where we were going, he steered onto a residential street, drove two blocks, and pulled into the driveway of a house with a realtor's sign stuck in the lawn.
"What's this?" I asked, confused.
