I guess he was just another horny old guy who hadn't gotten any in a long time. I scanned his six-pack and quoted him the total, while my eyes kept scanning the parking lot outside the store, trying to catch a last look at her before she drove away. I blamed the old guy for once again interrupting my fantasy of her, of Anna, my mistress of delight.
"That'll be $7.02, sir," I said, trying not to show how disgusted I was with his remark about "get in line." How dare he insult my goddess, the woman of my dreams who deserved every bit of devotion and admiration. He made her sound like some kind of eye-candy for every horny geezer in town, like she was the centerfold in some porn-zine to be slobbered over and rubbed against one's crotch.
"Thank you for shopping at . . . ," I began the tired old line. However, he had already snatched his six-pack from the counter and was headed for the door, before I could finish. But I didn't care. My shift would be ending soon, then I could once more drive by her house and possibly have fortune offer me yet another glance at her loveliness.
"Oh, no," said Leslie from the nearby check-out. "She forgot this." Leslie picked up a magazine laying near the end of the counter.
"What's the matter?" I asked her.
"Mrs. Johnson bought this magazine," she said, "but forgot to take it with her. And I'm sure she's driven off by now."
"Perhaps she'll remember and come back for it," I said, with the hopeful thought of Anna returning to the store.
"Then again, maybe not," said Leslie. "I'd take it to her myself, but I don't get off until 4."
"You know her?" I asked.
"Yeah," she said, "she's really good friends with my mom. I'm sure she meant this for her husband, Keith."
Oh, what perfect opportunity had been laid before me.
"Well, if you want," I said, "I can take it to her. I get off in about a half hour."
"You know where she lives?" said Leslie.
"Yeah," I said, "over on Robinson. I've driven by there a few times and seen her." I figured my lie would be convincing enough to secure the magazine from Leslie.
"Well," she said, "it would be a big favor to me, if you did; that is, if you don't mind."
"No trouble at all," I said.
"Thanks, Allen," she said. "Just remember to tell her that I'm sorry for not noticing it sooner. I wouldn't want her mad at me."
Leslie handed me the magazine. It was one of those publications spotlighting the latest video technology. Anna's husband was probably into that stuff. Some of it looked really interesting. There were articles on closed-circuit TV, digital cameras, DVD recorders, video editing gear. Man, this guy must be some kind of high-tech freak, and with lots of money, no doubt. He and Anna had a really nice two-story home, at least it looked nice from the street. The area they lived in was kind of posh by suburban standards.
I saw the SUV parked in the garage, as I pulled up. Great, she was home. Oh, the thrill of actually coming face to face with her again, and of perhaps being rewarded with another delicious smile from her red delicious lips for the prompt delivery. I saw no point in playing up Leslie's part in the recovery.
I rang the doorbell and clutched the magazine with my nervous, sweaty hands. I tried drying it off on my shirt, hoping she wouldn't notice the smudges on its cover. The door silently cracked open and slowly swung back. There she was, wearing a short purple silk bathrobe, the front of which was opened low to reveal more of her smooth and deep cleavage.
"Yes?" said Anna. "Can I help you?"
"Hi," I tried saying, then cleared my throat and tried again. "Hi, my name's Allen Sullivan. I work at Food World. We, I mean, I saw this laying on the counter after you left earlier, figuring you had forgotten to pick it up." I handed her the magazine.
"Oh, yes," she said. "Thank you. I must've not noticed it, I was in such a hurry. Won't you come in for a while?"
"Uh," I said. Here I was, being offered the very thing I had been fantasizing about. "Sure."
Anna led me into the den.
"I feel like I should offer you something," she said, "for being so kind about bring this to me. Would you like anything? Maybe a beer?"
"Uh, sure," I said. "Thanks."
Anna came back with the cold can of beer and handed it to me.
"I was just about to take a shower," she said. "Why don't you take a seat and make yourself comfortable. I won't be long. You can turn on the TV, if you like. Oh, here's the remote." She picked it up from the table and handed it to me, as well. Then, she trotted upstairs. As she was climbing the steps, I tried catching a glimpse of her naked ass from under the robe. But, she was too quick, only allowing me a peek of her upper thighs.
I sat down on the couch, opened the beer and flipped on the TV. On the screen, there appeared the image of a shower stall, with the camera situated high up and pointed down. Next, I saw a hand reach through the partially open door and turn on the water. The hand tested the water, then withdrew. Maybe one of those adult channels, I thought. I decided to keep watching, at least until Anna returned. The door to the shower opened wider, and a woman stepped in with her back to the camera. She had long wavy red hair like Anna's. She began by wetting the front of her body, then letting the water run over her hair.
The woman then took a bar of soap from the nearby rack, and began rubbing it over her chest. Next, she began rubbing it all over her front. I waited in anticipation for her to turn around and show me what kind of chest she had. She continued with the soaping of her chest and belly, keeping her back to the camera. The camera panned down lower to reveal her well-formed ass. Man, what an ass! It made me want to reach out and grab it. Then, the camera slowly panned back up again, and it was then that she turned toward it.
Woe! I couldn't believe my eyes. There was Anna! Naked! And on TV! She had soap suds all over her front. I nearly dropped the remote. One of her hands made its way slowly down her belly to her pussy hairs, then inserted itself between her legs. She then leaned against the wall and began rubbing her cunt. The bar of soap slipped from her other hand, which she now ran frantically over her sudsy tits, while the other hand continued moving in and out down below. She closed her eyes and softly moaned. Her body, drenched in soap suds, was squirming and shaking. She gripped one of her breasts tighter and raised her shoulders slightly, as if some inner feeling had seized control of her body.
"Oh, oh," she moaned loudly, her mouth wide open now. It was obvious that she was cumming. She pressed her body harder against the wall, as her quivering voice emitted the final sounds of ecstasy. After a few seconds of catching her breath, she reached out and splashed some of the water on her body, then stepped into the stream and rinsed more thoroughly. Finally, she turned and looked up at the camera with a smile on her face, then placed her hand to her lips and blew a kiss toward the camera lens. The remote fell from my hands, as I sat there with my mouth gaping. Anna shut off the water and stepped out of the shower stall. I sat motionless, feeling my cock still throbbing in my pants.
"Allen," she called from the top of the stairs, "you still down there?"
"Uh, yeah," I called back, starting to fumble for the remote to turn off the TV.
"O.K.," yelled Anna. "Just checking."
A few minutes later, she came down the stairs wearing the same bathrobe as before and drying her hair with a towel. She draped the towel over her shoulders and sat down in the plush chair near the couch.
"Well," she said, "find anything interesting on TV?"
"Um," I began, fumbling for words now. "No, just the usual daytime stuff. Nothing else."
