I moved out of home last year for the first time and, also for the first time, found myself shopping on my own. The supermarket near my apartment is one of those funky modern ones for inner city types - spread around the basement of a large shopping complex.
But it didn't take me long to realise that this supermarket was really a meat market!
"Hi honey," a voice said behind my shoulder, as I was glancing through the soy milk section, about the second time I was there.
I turned to see a guy about my age, tall, with a sports sweatshirt. He was smiling with the confident air of a guy who's used to girls smiling back at him. As I turned, I saw him watch the sway of my braless breasts inside my loose summery top.
"Hi," I smiled back. Might as well meet the locals, I thought to myself.
"I haven't seen you here before," he said. "My name's Mark, by the way."
"So, Mark, do you chat to everyone in here you haven't seen before?" I replied, with mock seriousness. "You must be busy if you do."
He blushed ever so slightly, but grinned confidently. "Good question. You're right, I don't. What's your name?"
"Ally," I said. "Anyway, I've got shopping to do, Mark," I added, turning back to the soy shelf.
I wanted to know if he'd persist, so I thought I'd tease him a little bit. I scratched my shoulder casually, letting the strap of my top fall down. I knew that he could probably glimpse a bit of curvy flesh and, with his eyes on me, I could feel myself getting horny.
"I love soy milk, too," Mark went on, undeterred, as he reached past me to take one, just brushing my arm with his. "I use it on breakfast cereal. What about you?"
I'm used to guys looking at my tits, but Mark was overdoing it slightly. His eyes were fixed to the strap which was hanging right down my shoulder and, as my horniness quickly grew with him looking, made my nipples push against the fabric of my top.
"You want to know what I do with it, Mark?" I smiled. "I wash with it. It keeps my tits firm," I giggled, cupping both breasts in my hands. It felt good to push them up like this, and I wanted to continue teasing him.
"Well, it's doing a good job!" he grinned, this time turning quite red. "I'd like to see what it does to other parts of you, too," he blushed, looking me up and down.
I looked him up and down in return and certainly liked what I saw: tall, lean, muscular, a nice lump forming in his shorts. "Is that an invitation?" I asked.
Somewhat surprised, he was at a loss for words. "Um, yeah," he grinned.
* * *
After that first time, I used to see Mark occasionally down there and, on one or two occasions, I'd go home with him again. But what really fascinated me was how easy it was to flirt there: much easier than a nightclub, or bar, that's for sure!
"If you want a guy," I told my friend Sheree, "you gotta come down there with me. Just wear a hot outfit, and you'll score for sure! Best time's late Friday, around midnight."
That Friday was a stinking hot summers' day and, even with nightfall, it hadn't cooled down. The aircon in my apartment was on full blast and Sheree and I had been sitting around watching videos, having a few smokes and getting a bit drunk.
"C'mon," I suggested, "Let's go down to the supermarket. We need some more drinks, don't we?"
We were both wearing little tank tops as minidresses because of the heat. We'd taken our panties off and had sat around the apartment, legs and feet all over each other on the sofa. Sheree's toes had kept sliding up my thighs and, at one point, she'd pushed my dress right up with her foot, exposing my belly.
"Bloody hell, Sheree, we've got to do something with you!" I laughed, moving her foot and pulling my dress down, "You're horny as hell, I can tell!."
Sheree giggled drunkenly at my suggestion. "Shall we go just as we are?"
"Why not?" I laughed, standing up. "My dress covers my butt. What about yours?"
Sheree stood up too and stretched her tank top down. She's taller than me, so hers only just covered her butt. "I'll wear my g-string, I think," she giggled, plucking it from the sofa where it still lay, crumpled up.
We went to the bathroom where we put on some makeup - heavy eyeliner and 'fuck me' red lipstick - and then back into the lounge to put on some shoes. As I bent over to pull on some strappy black sandals, Sheree patted my bare butt. "Very nice, Ally! You're a go-getter, that's for sure!"
Sheree pulled on her little white g-string and slid into her chunky white high heeled mules and we were ready to go.
* * *
As we clattered into the shopping centre, we were already getting a few stares, which made us giggle, especially with the alcohol - and marijuana - that was in us. Sheree was in a playful mood and kept sliding her hand up my butt, showing my bare flesh to shoppers, especially when I leaned over to grab a basket. I felt the cool air on my butt and pussy as I did so, and the feeling made my horniness grow a little.
"Jeez, Ally," whispered Sheree, "You can see everything when you do that!"
I smiled inwardly and looked around to see who'd noticed. Nobody had, it seemed, so we went off to the fruit section. Two young guys were selecting some oranges, so I nudged Sheree. "Which one?" I whispered.
"Mmmm. The tall one for me, hon!" she giggled, as we sauntered over.
I picked up a canteloupe and held it up. "Sheree!" I said loudly, "Is this big enough?" I held it against my chest, making my braless boobs squeeze out the wide armholes of my tank top a little.
Sheree giggled, as the boys looked our way. "I think so," she laughed, catching the eye of the taller guy.
"Excuse me," she said to them suddenly. "We're not sure if this is ripe. How do you tell?"
"Show them, Ally," Sheree said. The taller guy took it and lifted it to his nose and sniffed it.
"It's ripe. This one's a good one," he said, handing it back to me, with a look to my chest as he did so.
His friend was watching us closely while this was happening, in particular, glancing at my bare legs as I leaned back against the fruit display. I thought I'd turn him on a little, so I casually fingered the hem of my dress a little, feeling my pussy moisten at the thought that another inch would show him my pretty pink lips.
The tall guy spoke again. "What else are you girls buying?" He was well-spoken but had a nice wicked glint in his eye. I started to become a bit jealous that Sheree had nabbed him first.
