I am 34 married and have one kid. My teen years were spent on books and day dreaming that I never really got to play around with girls. I married my first love. After six years of marriage I was getting to feel bored and started going online and having cyber sex. This really opened up my innermost fantasies and I realized that they could be enacted in the privacy of my room. I started feeling attracted to women much more and started to imagine really naughty scenes with the women I used to meet across in my daily routine. I would imagine the lady at the supermarket taking me into a storage room and having sex with me.
So with these really sexy ideas in my head, I went to the supermarket on a wet Monday evening. I was walking down the aisle for cosmetics when I bumped into another trolley. I apologized and almost did a double take when I realized how gorgeous the lady was. She smiled at my reaction. She was around my height, that is 5' 9" and her tight t-shirt showing her fairly sizeable bust which I gauged to be around 32c. She was wearing a tight pair of pants that showed off her butt and her slightly rounded tummy told me that she was a mom. A really sexy one. Her hair was short and dark with a fringe that fell across her face.
"Er.. hello.. do you mind moving? " she said, smilingly as she acknowledged my looks by sweeping her eyes along my thin frame. I am not a great looking guy, but I did my exercises and had a flat stomach which was the envy of most of my mates. Her gaze rested on my tummy and then it was my turn to interrupt.
"Er.. madam, do you still want me to move?" I asked. My heart was beating faster than an express train. My mind was on all those fantasies I had. She looked a bit embarrassed trying to push her trolley. It seemed to be stuck and then she bent over to see what was wrong. This gave me the most wonderful view of the day of her creamy breasts. I love to watch a woman's breasts when she bends over. Something about the way the breasts fit into the bra cups as they bend make it sexier than seeing naked breasts. Call me weird but a cleavage shot of a woman in a low neck blouse and bra turns me on more than a topless woman.
I felt blood rushing to my groin and felt that all too familiar feeling guys feel when their thought process is dictated by a member which is about 6 inches below their belly button. I lifted her head and I was faced with the most embarrassing moment of my day and possibly my life. As a practice I never look down blouses for the simple reason that the owner of the blouse invariably knows when someone looks down their blouse or at least this is what my wife tells me! In addition the google image search can get you a wide sample of female breasts of all shapes and sizes in the privacy of your home. But this moment was where all reason left my brain and pure male instincts took over.
Then there was that slightly amused smile again. To my surprise, she bent again. This time longer than any other moment I have gone through in my life. I stared like a rabbit caught in headlights, my mind refusing to let my body move. The fact that she was wearing a purple bra made it even sexier. She lifted her torso slowly, her eyes now on me.
"Oh dear, this thing seems to be broken. Can you help me by getting another trolley?" she asked, her eyes sparkling.
"Oh, I have an idea. Why don't we share this trolley? The trolley station is far away and I don't want you to take so much trouble on account of me," she said. Was she coming onto me? I was not sure. But decided to take the plunge which would later prove to be an adventure.
I nodded dumbly and realized that all this time there had been a younger woman resembling her standing behind the older lady. She was introduced to me as her cousin. The older lady's name was Tracy and her cousin was Linda. There was not much of a difference between the two ladies except for the flatter tummy and the smaller bust on the younger girl. She also had dimples that made a face look cute when she smiled.
Her butt was proportionately larger compared to her older cousin and I felt myself checking it out. Tracy had a confident air about her, displaying the confidence only an older woman can display around a man. Linda was quite the opposite, being shy and distant while letting Tracy take the lead but at the same time being envious of the older woman's' confidence. I picked these vibes up while keeping them company through their quest for groceries, aisle after aisle.
We chatted all the way to the checkout counter. The younger girl remained silent while Tracy told me about herself. She was a PR manager at an advertising company which explained her friendliness. Or so I thought. We went to the front and she said that she wanted to go to the taxi stand and then came my opportunity. I offered her a lift. My wife was away on a business trip and the babysitter was home and I had nothing much to worry. She politely accepted the invitation and we left the supermarket. On the way I go a chance to check out Tracy's cousin.
She wore a short skirt and thin strap t-shirt that was sexy as hell. I met her eyes on the rear view mirror a number of times. I also got a glimpse of her cleavage and I adjusted the rear view mirror so that I could get a better view. She must have realized this since she stretched like a cat a number of times, lifting her arms, making her breasts press against the thin fabric of her t-shirt. I forced myself to bring back my attention to the road and Tracy.
We were talking about the traffic and the costs of apartments around the area when suddenly I felt Linda's head come between the front seats. I felt her breast press against the back of my hand. I just left it there as she asked Tracy about dinner. I could have sworn that she deliberately rubbed her breast against my arm but I could not be sure.
We ended up picking up dinner and Tracy invited me to stay for dinner. We reached her house and we went inside. My heart was taking stock of this whole thing and I was on the verge of breaking down and running out of the house. All of my religious upbringing told me that I was getting into something which was quite alien to me. But naturally, humans don't let reason get in the way when the thought process is dictated by their hormones. So I stayed.
Tracy asked me to make myself comfortable. She returned in a bathrobe with a spare one in her hand. She sat down in front of me, bending unnecessarily, giving me more than a glimpse of her cleavage.
"So what was the highlight of your day?" she asked smiling mischievously.
"Umm.... when you bent over the trolley," I replied, not knowing whether I would be thrown out of the house.
"Oh, looks like you have led a pretty mundane life," she said.
"How would you like to have an experience of a lifetime?" she asked, fluttering her eyelids, striking a suggestive pose, thrusting out her breasts at me.
"Well, what do you have in mind?" I asked, my heartbeat picking up its onslaught against the confines of my chest.
"Umm... that's for us to know and for you to find out," she said.
I made an effort to stop my hands from shaking and my throat went dry realizing what could happen next. I didn't fail to notice the word "us". This is what would happen to Peter North and not me, a boring IT professional.
"You must be all sweaty. Would you like to have a shower?" she asked. "I do have a change of clothing too, if you want to get into something comfortable. I hate to eat without a nice warm shower," she said looking pointedly at my body.