I get out of my car and walk towards the grocery store entrance, I see you walking in as well. I'm dressed in khakis and polo shirt. Nothing fancy but I can tell that you are intrigued. We make eye contact but you break it and continue towards the door.
When we walk in I walk to the right to grab a cart, you grab a small basket. I feel a slight disappointment thinking you're only here for a short run and I'm in it for the long haul.
I lose you when I head towards the fruit and figure it wasn't meant to be. I grab the items I need from that area and move on. When I round the corner to the pasta aisle I see you. You look up and make eye contact again. This time I break it; afraid you'll read my mind and see the desire in my eyes. As I walk closer you move back to let me pass you. I move slowly and then just as I get past you I turn towards you, grab your shirt and pull you to me. I kiss you passionately, release you, then grab what I need and walk off.
I speed up the next aisle trying to put some space between us. Not sure of what you're reaction was and slightly embarrassed at what I just did. I slow down on the next aisle, catching my breath. I bend down to look at something and out of the corner of my eye I see someone turn this way. I don't want to see if it's you so I hastily grab what I need. I turn to head the opposite direction but you had sped up when I couldn't see you and I'm too late. You grab me by the hair at the nape of my neck; I gasp and stifle a moan. You spin me around to face you. You kiss me and push me against one of the shelves. You press your pelvis against mine. I can't help but let out a moan. Your warm and I'm on fire.
You break away from my mouth and kiss down my neck. Then turn around and calmly walk away. I look around wondering how many people witnessed our passion. I see a man slinking off as quickly as he can, obviously not wanting to be caught watching. I look back in your direction but you're gone.
"Damn," I think to myself, "you let him slip away like that? What were you thinking?" Abandoning my cart I take off in the direction you went. I head towards the aisles we hadn't passed yet, you're no where to be found. I stop and think about what you might have come to get and it dawns on me that you're probably at the beer aisle.
I go back towards the beer and when I round the corner I grin widely when I find you there. You're sitting on the edge of the cooler as if you're waiting for me. You look up and smile back. I saunter over, pull you to me again and kiss you hard. You wrap your arms around me and hold me tight. I reach one hand around your neck and run my fingers through your hair. Then, not really knowing what has gotten into me I reach down and rub you through your shorts. You moan and pull your mouth from mine; you then start nibbling your way down my neck, then back up to my ear lobes. I can feel you growing with every kiss and I continue running my hand on your shaft.
You pull my hair making my head tip back and I can see that we are gaining a small audience. You kiss your way to the other ear and tell me we're going to give them a show. You reach down and pull my shirt up, in one swift motion you pull my bra down and latch on to my right breast. Your right hand pulls my hips to yours. I remove my hand from between us and start slowing moving my hips back and forth. We both moan.
Then suddenly you pull away, slowly put my shirt back down, kiss me on the mouth and grab my hand. You tell the spectators that the show is over....
You grab your basket and lead me back to the aisle where I left my cart. When we get there you can tell I'm confused and blushing from embarrassment. You lean in, kiss my lips and whisper this isn't over yet.
You quietly explain. You were having friends over for dinner, you tell me to grab whatever else I need and you'll meet me in the parking lot. You can see I don't believe you so you add "I saw where you parked, I'll be there." I nod back, stunned not really understanding what just happened. I do as you told me and grab the last of the things I need. I hurry partly because I don't want you to have to wait for me and partly because I can't wait to see what happens next.