I needed blueberries and pie crust. Walking through the parking lot of the grocery store, I looked up. Her long fingers with detailed nails and a large diamond engagement ring tentatively holding her very short dress down, grabbed my attention. It was windy and I slowed to take in her beauty. I studied her hand wishing she'd let it go, marveling at the inconsistent effort spent to keep it in place. Not gripping it tightly, gently fondling the hem. To me, it looked wistful. Did she intend to be bold? Were modesty and custom overwhelming her intended display? She had nice skin with fantastic calves, wearing wedge espadrilles. The dress was grey and if her hand wasn't there, I'd have seen more than the curve of her ass. She wore her dark curly hair loose to the middle of her back and she looked out of place entering the grocery store. She was too dressed up for a late afternoon trip into the WalMart grocery store.
I lost track of her as I looked for a basket and spent several minutes finding the blueberries in the store. I didn't know the layout. I found the berries and began searching for the pie crusts that are in the coolers. Dismayed, because they should be right where I was, I turned and asked the first person I saw. "Do you know where the pie crusts are? I gotta believe they're right here..."
It was the woman in the short dress and espadrilles. She seemed a little flustered by my question, pursed her lips then with a look of mild contempt, pointed behind me a couple of feet over. I laughed out loud glancing over my shoulder at the boxes of pie crust, then before I could comprehend what a normal person would do, I blurted out, "That is a ridiculously cute dress."
She blushed, smiling down at her painted toe nails. She was tall and slender with boobs that were larger than I'd expected and seemingly braless. We were by a cooler, which may have contributed, but it seemed her nipples were hardening, becoming more visible. I pressed my luck. "I saw you walking into the store... captivating."
She looked up, contempt replaced with a hint of gratitude and mischief. "Thank you." She purred giving me a cursory once over.
I was smitten and took her hand, stepping close and whispered, "I thought your cute little dress would blow up." Then softer, "I wished it'd blown up."
Emboldened, with direct eye contact she asked, "Do you?"
Wildly thrilled, I took her other hand, pulled her to me, leaned in and whispered against her ear. "Yes!" She smelled good.
Her green eyes blazed, as she scoffed and turned back to her cart heading off a couple of steps before turning, with an imploring look.
My heart was racing, my dick hardening and I sauntered after her mulling what might happen.
A couple of aisles later she turned, continued for about half the aisle and glanced back over her shoulder at me and beyond, before pushing her cart aside. With a small sidestep, she bent over to inspect the lowest row of greeting cards.
She was muscular. I loved every curve, from her slender ankles, her accentuated calves, the two dimples behind each knee, the tight defined hamstrings and the curves where her hard ass meets her legs. Drawing my eyes to a thin black string failing to hide the pink pucker of her hairless asshole and the gauzy fabric wet with her arousal merely obscuring her confined pussy. She stood and glanced back with a raised eyebrow questioning me.
"Beyond my expectations. Very sexy." I offered adjusting my cock slowly and enjoying her hungry glance. She stood. I stepped close to her and found the hem of her little dress with my right hand as I held her face pulling her "You look good enough to eat." As I leaned in and kissed her open mouth. My hand found her hip, sliding up her body, exposing her as I found the tiny elastic waistband.
Breaking our kiss, she cooed, "Oh, that's so good. Keep going." Eliminating any uncertainty, I dropped my left hand, found the other hip and raised it level with my right. With her hem sliding up her waist, I hooked my thumbs, as I lingered in a searing kiss. She exhaled in lusty satisfaction, before murmuring "Yeah, Strip me right here." Caught in the moment, I didn't even check behind me, just glanced down the aisle behind her, before dragging her dampened flimsy thong over her hips, kneeling to see the fabric separate from exquisite pussy. I exalted in her smooth soft skin as I felt every muscle in her legs until she stepped out and I looked up.