Candice laid in bed, pussy throbbing. She replayed that afternoon's events in her mind as she lazily rubbed her pussy, slipping one fingertip into the damp opening. She'd met the man she'd been texting with over the last few days today, Mark, and the backseat of her car still smelled like their sex. Thank God for leather upholstery, she thought, smiling a little, so easy to wipe down. She moved her other hand down to caress her clit, lost in the memory.
She'd met Mark last Sunday at the local farmer's market. She'd been browsing the fruit stand, and she picked up a strawberry and had just put it between her lips when she could sense eyes on her. She slid her eyes over, taking a bite of the plump berry and pretending to look at the plums at the next table, and caught a glance of him -- tall, blue-eyed, a shaggy mop of hair covering his forehead. He must have sensed her glance because he immediately cut his eyes away, pretending to look down at the jars of honey in front of him. She was wearing a sundress, a short little white dress covered in a floral blue print, that she knew hugged her curves tightly, and she put a little sashay into her walk as she moved away from the fruit stand.
She strolled over to the candle table, wondering if he would follow. She didn't look back though. She'd never been approached at the market, and she wondered if he would have the balls to approach her -- she knew she could intimidate some men, tall as she was, voluptuous as an Ingres painting, brown skin like natural silk. Arriving at the candle table, she picked one up, a tall pink cylinder with roses embossed along it, and sniffed. She couldn't resist a quick look over her shoulder, and there he was, almost on top of her, smelling a bag of potpourri on some shelves set up next to the candle table. Now she knew this man wasn't about to buy some potpourri, him in his ragged t-shirt and cargo shorts. She smiled to herself. He turned a little, maybe he'd got up the nerve she thought, but she wanted to prolong this a little, even at the risk of losing him -- so she turned too, with her ass right in the path of where he was turning, and pretended to stumble a little, backing her tight, round ass right into his shorts. She stood up quickly and turned. "Oh, excuse me!" she said, laying one small manicured hand on his chest and smiling, looking up into those blue eyes. "I didn't see you there!"
The man looked a little shocked, but he recovered quickly and grinned widely. "No, my fault! I was in your way," he said, putting his hands in his pockets. Candice didn't want to spoil her fun and didn't say anything, smiling and turning away, moving away from him. She avoided a stroller and maneuvered her way through the market. She knew he would follow.
As she exited the market, she could hear someone breathing hard behind her, and the man jogged up beside her and stopped. "Hey," he said. "How were the strawberries?" he continued, with a sheepish grin, acknowledging that he'd been creeping on her a little bit. She turned to him with a little half-smile, letting him know that his attentions hadn't gone unappreciated. "Not good enough to buy some today, my favorite vendor isn't here. I don't allow inferior fruit to pass my lips," she said, smiling a little wider at the implication. She could tell what was on his mind as he was obviously tongue-tied for a minute, then blurted out, "So...you come here often?"
