I felt a presence next to me. Didn't pay any attention initially. I was getting a few essentials like shaving gel and a razor at Target. Then I looked and I couldn't stop looking. This brown-skinned beauty. Oh man. She was wearing a thin light colored short sleeved shirt with a black bra under. And a long black skirt - one of those that are split on the sides.
Her bare-naked shapely legs peeking through the side splits caught my eye. Smooth skin. Shaved. Toned and tanned skin. The same for her arms and hands. Dark hair neatly done in a pony-tail. Big breasts and a nice shapely ass. Whoa baby!
And then she turned to look at me. Knocked my breath away. Big eyes focused on me. A half smile on her face. Her face flickered. It was almost as if she could sense my total arousal, like she could read my thoughts.
She was standing in front of the baby food section. She turned back to study the labels on the shelf. I wandered around picking up a couple more items.
It was summer in New Jersey and I was visiting on a sales trip. It was around 5:30 p.m. and most of the shoppers were working day job folks, stopped by for a quick round of groceries on their way home to the dinner table. I guessed this gal was one of those shoppers.
I pushed my cart towards her. Banged into hers.
"Sorry."
"Oh. I was in your way...it's ok."
"Food for the baby, huh?"
"Yeah." And she smiled. Pearl white teeth. Slight quiver of her full lips.
"How old?"
"He'll be seven months...tomorrow."
"You really count the days when they are that young, don't you?"
She smiled, "I suppose."
"Where is he...daycare?"
"At his grandma's. She picks him up from daycare. And then I get him after work."
"And his father?" "He's busy...works late. Comes in when we are both asleep." She smiled again but the sparkle seemed to have gone.
"Hmm...well, was nice meeting you. I am Jack, by the way."
"Jack. Oh. I am Maya. Nice meeting you, Jack."
"Maya...nice name...like that...nice meeting you too."
We smiled at each other and went our separate ways. At the checkout counter I found her in the next line. My back was to her as the sales clerk rang me up. Then he started chatting with the clerk doing her line.
"Hey, Randall, are we still hiring?"
"It's not Randall, man. It's Pete."
Following this blooper, I had turn around to get a look at the other sales clerk. And my eyes fell on her instead.
Her eyes seemed to be eating me up. She was staring unabashedly at me. Even when I looked at her, she continued staring, quite unawares. Then she noticed me looking at her. And she looked away.
She finished first and crossed me towards the exit. I was done too but I let her go first. Her tits jiggled slightly as she walked past me. And her swaying ass seemed to call me. I headed after her.
She was standing by her car when I approached her.
"Hi. It's me again."
"Hi!" She seemed pleased to see me again. I took that as a good sign.
"You know...am from out-of town...and I know this is weird...and if you think I am coming onto you...that would probably be true...was wondering if you'd have time for a coffee...there's a Starbucks right across..."
She looked in the direction I was pointing. Sure enough, there was a Starbucks. Her eyes fluttered for a second. The quiver of her lips again. Then she said,
"Um...I make coffee...would you try some of mine?"
"Sure."
Like I would say no to that! I said aloud, "Should I follow you in my car?"
"Ok."
We pulled up in front of a sprawling condominium complex. I parked in a spot marked visitor. She parked in a numbered spot. We walked together to where she lived. She had picked up her baby on the way.
"You like it here?"
"I guess. People stick to themselves. Private. Secure."
"Must have been exciting having the baby...is he entirely on formula?" After all, I had seen her buying baby food.
She seemed shy for a moment. Then she said,
"Not entirely. Am supplementing. I still breast feed."
I glanced at her full breasts. They were bouncing softly as we walked. She caught me looking. She bit her lower lip and looked away. Embarrassed, perhaps - her nipples were visibly swelling up and she had no control.
The faint smell of curry greeted us when we entered. Once inside, pointing to the couch, she said,
"Make yourself at home...I'll get the coffee."
The baby started bawling. I told her,
"Listen, if you need to breast feed or something else...feel free."
"Actually, I do. He's hungry now...he'll sleep soon though and then we...can talk?"
"That'll work," I said settling into a chair, "You take the couch."
I watched as she unbuttoned her shirt and guided the baby to her milk-swollen breast. She looked up at me and caught me staring. Smiling, she said,
"Can you get me a drink...there's some apple juice in the refrigerator...nursing makes me thirsty...help yourself too."
"Sure," I said.
I served her the drink and settled myself into a comfy chair and watched her. She had let down her straight long dark hair, which had been in a pony-tail when I first saw her. A thick strand covered half her face and cascaded down. I watched her hands caress the baby gently. They seemed so soft and caring.
Soon, the baby fell asleep. She had asked me to wheel the crib from a bedroom into the living area. I helped her put the baby into the crib. He settled into the crib, sleeping peacefully. There was an awkward silence as we stood side-by-side watching the baby sleep. I slipped my hand under her arm.
"You have a good baby here, Maya."
She half-turned and said,
"Thanks."
I put a curled finger under her chin, lifting. I looked into her deep brown eyes. Her full lips were slightly parted. I smelled her breath. I kissed her open mouth. She didn't resist. We broke free after a few seconds. Looking into her eyes again, I asked her,
"What's your story, Maya?"
She shook her head.
"I am a no story...boring life...boring job..."
"Husband?"
"He's ok. Not in love with me or anything."
