Disclaimer: All characters in this fictional story are 18 years or older. This is the first of these stories.
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I stood in the produce aisle checking out the fresh fruit when she walked up next to me. She was a vision of beauty, with long, flowing, blonde hair. She wore a skin-tight pair of designer jeans, a frilly laced blouse, and black high heels. I looked at her breasts, which were pronounced and I would guess to be about 36c's. I love women, and she made my mouth water. I noticed a wedding ring on her finger.
I wanted her. I could be considered a lesbian, although I enjoy giving oral to a woman more than receiving it. I love to make a sweet thing moan and beg for me to get her off. And I've been doing it long enough now that I have never had any complaints. I'm really not into falling in love, but prefer discreet encounters.
So I stood there, feeling the cantaloupes for freshness, as I could smell her wonderful perfume. She moved closer to me, reaching for a cantaloupe as well.
She said, "I saw you checking them out. Are they fresh and worth buying? My husband is very picky, he's hard to please."
"Well, they seem ripe, nice and pulpy. I found one here that really feels ripe, here, take it," I said while looking into those beautiful blue eyes of hers.
"Are you sure? You seem to know your fruit."
I grinned at her saying, "Two things I know, produce and women. Now, I can't say I'm a professional when it comes to groceries, but I get by. You are so nice, take this one."
"Well thank you. My name is Mary Ann. I wish my bastard of a husband was as nice to me as you are. What did you mean by your comment that you know women?
"I am a lesbian, and there is nothing like a sexy woman. And you are the most beautiful thing I saw all day," I told her.
She was quiet for a moment, and then she whispered, "I have never been with a woman. I would imagine it would be much better than with the asshole I live with. Two minutes and he's finished. I am very flattered, although I've never been with a woman in my life."
She put the cantaloupe in her cart, as we began to walk through the shopping center checking out and picking up different items. She would ask me what I thought for each purchase, as our conversation easily flowed. She told me she was 32, and had been married for ten, long years. She had no kids, because he had a low sperm count. She never got out much, but lately has been longing for adventure. His work kept him away, and they seldom went out anymore. She worked at home, helping out a lawyer research information for his clients on the internet.
Then she asked me, "So, have you always been a lesbian? Tell me about yourself."
"Yeah, I dated a few men after I graduated high school, but they never turned me on. Maybe after we are done shopping, we can go get a cup of coffee, there is a coffee shop next door," I said in hoping to lure her in for my pleasure.
"Well, that does sound good. I didn't have any plans. Plus, we can talk without the interruptions of noisy shoppers and bratty kids."
While standing in the checkout line, I told her my name was Sherry, and I was 25. I lived on the other side of town by myself. She smiled at me often, which turned me on even more. I wanted so badly to be between her legs, that I was careful to try not to scare her off by coming on to her and being pushy.
Soon, we found ourselves in the shop, after putting our groceries in our cars, each now with a cup of coffee and danish. When she sat down, I saw her ass closely for the first time, making my mouth water. Her jeans were so tight, her pantylines showed through the denim material.
She asked me, "So Sherry, this is kind of personal, do you love licking pussy? My husband hates doing that. I used to get that from an old boyfriend, and I kind of miss it. You don't have to tell me, if you don't want to."
"Yeah, it's my favorite thing. I love pleasing someone I'm with. I have a wicked tongue, and making her squirm and beg me to drive her insane turns me on. I can have an orgasm without touching myself, by just hearing her moans and tasting her juices."
"Shit, you make it sound so sweet. Like I said, it's been so long," she told me with a tear forming in her eye.
I asked, "I know you told me you have never been with a woman, but have you ever thought about it?"
"I have had fantasies. Sometimes I see someone, and wish they could lick my pussy. Or even my ultimate fantasy."
Now my ears perked up as I begged to know, "Your ultimate fantasy?"