One weekend afternoon, Suzie decided we were going on a grocery pickup. This is distinctly different than grocery shopping. When the urge occurred on a weekend it meant something different than on the weekday.
The setup went like so: Suzie and I went in the store, how do I put this, separately but together. We worked mainly the vegetable aisle. Occasionally the meat aisle but the conventional wisdom was that most pickups happened in the veggie area. Suzie, wearing leisurely but sexy clothes, would pretend to be interested in, say, carrots or some other phallic vegetable and I would be at the other end mindlessly messing with something else. When a dude showed up in the same section Suzie would either nod or shake her head, indicating whether she was interested or not.
If, yes, then I would use one of two spiels to get him to somewhere to do the deed with sexpot Suzie if he took the bait. The fact that either of the two more often than not worked says volumes about the male lack of will power in the face of raw sex.
Scenario one:
"OMG, that girl is so hot." I absentmindedly rifle through the celery and keep my eyes on Suzie, trying intentionally to be overheard by the guy next to me.
"Ya, she's very nice," he says glancing over.
"One of the best shopping trips my wife ever sent me on ended by getting in that girl's pants."
"You had sex with her?" he asks surprised, getting more interested.
Starting to leave, "We'll, I've gotta get home but if you ever get a chance with her, take it. She's a beast in bed."
Suzie starts making eye contact, smiles flirtatiously.
"Are you kidding me? Where did you take her?"
"Motel around the corner. Well, good luck..." and I start to leave.
"Hey, wait, could you introduce me?"
"Oh, I just fucked her, I don't really know her, but, ya, I guess so. Her deal is," and here I inserted the truth, "she likes to fuck strangers."
By this time she was in full flirt mode and nudging our way.
I led him to her. "Hi, Suzie, this is...ah, I don't know your name."
"Roger"
"Roger, this is Suzie." They shook hands and Roger said (pointing at me), "He was telling me that you and he hung out together one time and, god, you're beautiful and..." he was rambling nervously all over the place because how do you suggest sex with a woman in a grocery store?.
She took one step until they nearly touched and covertly brushed against his crotch. "Would you like to go somewhere, Roger?"
"Yyyes, please, I'd love to."
As they walked away arm and arm she looked back over her shoulder and said, "Why don't you come along? I like an audience. Do you mind, Roger?" Of course, Roger didn't mind. His brain had long since quit functioning and his dick had taken over the decision making process.
I followed them to the motel. Roger paid for a room and the three of us piled in. Most of the detail of their fuck fest was lost to me because Roger's thing was shower sex. I could hear the water running and bits and pieces of theIr talk during foreplay. He fucked her in the shower and finished her off, dripping wet, on the counter in front of the mirror. I watched that part from the doorway. It was a major turn on and I was harder than a rock. Shower sex was always a favorite of mine too.
Scenario Two:
This one was just straight forward and I'd only use it if I was pretty sure of the guy. It was a simple yes or no.
"Excuse me but I noticed you checking out that girl over there by the zucchini."
"Oh, sorry, your wife?" He was about 50 or 55 with that salt and pepper look.
"No, don't be sorry, she likes the attention."
"If you don't mind me saying then, she's spectacular."
"Yes, she is. Are you interested?"