She's in the produce section, looking through the leafy vegetables. I'm two aisles over but I'm looking directly at her, wondering what she looks like naked.
She's leaning over, reaching for a head of lettuce and I watch the skirt that she's wearing start to ride up ever-so-slightly as it bunches against the guard holding in the lettuce. Her legs looks so smooth and I wonder what her skin feels like. Silk or cream? I wonder what it tastes like. Salty or sweet?
She grabs the lettuce but doesn't squeeze it, putting just enough pressure on the plastic to hold onto it and no more. I wonder, as I watch, what her grip feels like. Light or commanding?
She sets it down in her cart and pushes on and I pretend to browse the shelf in front of me as she starts my way. She's Asian, short, petite. Her brown skin shimmers in the light from above. Her dark hair and brown eyes sparkle. I can smell her shampoo as she moves past me. As she moves past me, she smiles and I see the light gleam off her pearly white teeth.
I wait a few moments as she continues past and then I decide, yes, I'm going to follow her.
She glides her cart to a stop in the frozen section. It's cool to cold here. She opens a door and stands before it, apparently checking out the contents of the freezer. As she does, I watch her breasts start to swell, her nipples start to harden through her tank top.
I wonder somewhere in the back of my mind if she's doing this for me, knowing what's on my mind. I think, yes, she must be, she hasn't chosen anything out of the freezer yet and she has to be aware of my presence. I wonder what her breasts feel like, what her nipples look like.
She moves on but I see the smile on her face as she pushes her cart down the aisle, having not taken anything from the freezer.
She's a tease, I think. A challenge, perhaps.
We move down the canned aisle, down the cereal aisle, down the snack aisle, each grabbing items, each glancing at each other, each smiling.
Finally, we both reach the final aisle in the store and she swings around as I come up behind her with my cart. She's coming up to even with me and she stops.
"Having fun?" she asks, her sweet smile still gleaming.
Busted, I think. I smile at her, though, and then nod, admitting that I've been following her.
She moves close and I can smell her shampoo again, a flowery scent. She puts her tiny hand on my chest and feels my heartbeat.
She laughs.
"It's going fast," she says. "Let's make it faster."