She carries herself in an easy, ambling manner, so open and relaxed, but still definitely in charge. Her down-home, working-class demeanor makes me picture her riding a horse on a ranch or belting down shots in a drinking contest with Indiana Jones. She's a little older than I thought at first, probably mid-thirties, but in great shape and vibrant as hell. Fairly petite, close to my size, and not what you'd call voluptuous, her body is trim and fit. Her hair was long, thick and lustrous down her back, though it's usually tied back in a ponytail. Dark brown, it's thick and full and just a little wild.
She has a quick, bright smile and her green eyes sparkle when she speaks, her voice filled with vibrancy and enthusiasm. And oh yes, that voice. My god, the sound of it just drives me crazy. There is a tinge of midwestern drawl and a husky, breathy timbre that conjures up the term "whiskey and cigarettes" every time I hear it. The simple explanation is that Kim's voice makes me think of sex - sex with her. I keep imagining the wonderful noises she will make while I'm going down on her.
Of course, that activity is all in my mind at this point. I have not had the pleasure of going down on her, or kissing her, or even touching her at this point. I have been subtly pursuing her for a couple of months, showing up regularly at the little fruit and vegetable stand she and her husband, Jerry, run at the open market. By this time she knows me, by sight if not by name. I always make conversation, smile sweetly, and drop occasional hints (apparently unnoticed) of my sexual preference, hoping to find an "in" to go further.
I'm hoping today provides that opportunity. It's not as busy as usual - just a few customers other than me. Kim tends to them while Jerry works in the back, as usual, unloading produce from a truck. I dawdle for a bit, pretending to peruse the merchandise, but really just waiting for the others to finish up and leave me alone with Kim. As I wait, I notice that Jerry is not the nicest person around. He's cranky and overbearing, especially to Kim. It pisses me off, but that's none of my business, at least not today.
At last the other customers are gone and I move in to start a conversation. As an intro, I choose the small tattoo that I've noticed in our previous encounters - a delicate little butterfly, pretty and feminine on her equally delicate right wrist. "Love your tat," I say, doing my best to keep the tone friendly and casual. "It's the perfect size - subtle, not too obvious. I love that."
"Oh, thanks," she replies in that deep, sexy voice, flashing a huge, brilliant smile. "I have a few more, but I keep them covered." She gives me a conspiratorial wink with her reply. Aha, here's an opening.
"Oh," I say with a playful grin, just a hint of a leer, "they're in the naughty places, huh?" Luckily, she laughs at my little innuendo.
"Well, in a little more private places, anyway," she replies. Then rolling her eyes in self-deprecation, she adds, "They're from my younger days."
I give her my warmest smile as I take the opportunity to compliment her. "I'd say those 'younger days' are pretty recent."
She returns my smile. "You're sweet," she says.
"I've thought about getting a tattoo a few times," I tell her, "but I always chicken out. I don't know if it's the pain that worries me or the permanence of the decision."
Kim smiles at my naiveté. "The pain ain't much, sugar," she says with another wink, "just some pin-pricks. You could take it. Though it stings a little more in certain places." I love that she calls me "sugar", and her last comment makes me think about where those other tattoos might be on Kim's body. I wonder if I'll ever get the chance to see them. I certainly hope so.
I continue to make small talk, doing my best to keep the conversation going, at the same time taking in the sight of Kim, enjoying the smooth curves of her arms and legs, the elegant movement of her lithe, athletic body. She's wearing jeans today - tight, form-fitting jeans that show off her shapely legs and the smooth arch of her butt. I've always been a "butt girl" and Kim's is just exquisite - round and tight and absolutely mesmerizing. I struggle to focus on the conversation, as I want her more and more with each passing minute.
Finally I run out of words and notice that other customers are waiting for Kim's attention. Jerry yells at her to "pick it up!" and I excuse myself: "Well, I'll get out of your way. By the Way, my name is Milene." I extend my hand and Kim takes it for a gentle, polite shake. Her touch sends a shiver up my leg, but of course she doesn't know that. With a sincere smile and bid her goodbye until next time.
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Two weeks later...
I'm back at the market, about to make a beeline for Kim's stand, but I'm not alone this time. I've brought along Cheri, a new friend of mine. I've been seeing Cheri for several weeks, the result of a drunken pick-up at a local girl-bar that ended in a night of surprising, delicious passion. The sex is incredible, but we both know that there's not much else there. We're just too different. I am pretty much vanilla, a "lipstick lesbian", while Cheri is more obviously counter-culture, with a goth-punk look - lots of leather, multicolored hair, tattoos down her arms, and several piercing. But she's also very trim and very pretty, and the combination of beauty and nontraditional naughtiness is more than I can resist. Whenever Cheri wants it, I'm in her bed in a flash, and that's exactly what happened last night.
After some additional early morning lovemaking, I suggested that we go to the market together, and luckily, Cheri agreed. I say luckily because, I must admit, I have a hidden agenda today. I'm hoping to use Cheri as a "prop" to provide Kim with a subtle indication of my lifestyle. And hopefully, pique her interest.
We wander around a bit, until I finally get us over to Kim's stand. There are a few other customers there, but Kim finally notices me and gives me a little wave and a bright-eyed smile. I acknowledge her wave with a secret smile and make sure she notices whom I'm with. Once I know Kim is looking, I make a point of touching Cheri a lot, in places that two casual friends would avoid. I put my arm around her waist, squeezing gently, then run my hand up her side and back down, trailing knowingly over the firm swell of her ass.
"Damn, girl," Cheri whispers, "you're horny again, aren't you?"
"Sorry," I respond, "I just can't keep my hands off you."
"Well, babe," she says with her best bedroom eyes, "if you play your cards right, I just might let you get your hands back on my goodies." The she leans into my ear to add in a sultry whisper. "And your mouth, too."
Despite the game I'm playing, using Cheri to get to Kim, I feel a surge of moisture between my legs at the promise in Cheri's voice. I'm not usually one for public displays of affection, but I can't resist pulling Cheri's head down slightly for a lusty, open-mouth kiss. She pulls away with a satisfied smile and announces that she needs to hit the restroom. I give her directions - it's a block away - and she takes off, leaving me there alone with my beautiful quest.
The scenario has actually worked out perfectly for me. Not only has Cheri provided me some private time with Kim (I've been to that restroom and I know it will be a long wait), but we gave Kim exactly the show I was hoping for. And I know Kim saw it. She is eyeing me curiously now as she takes care of another customer.
That transaction finishes and at last I am alone with my darling Kim. I give her a big, innocent smile and greet her with "Hey, how you doing?"
