She is 25.
He is 56.
SPILLAGE ON CHECKOUT 4
Heart beating fast she took her seat behind the till, her scent from half an hour ago still occasionally at her nostrils. Subtle now, but certainly evident for any man who came to her checkout.
After she masturbated to orgasm earlier he had told her not to wash - neither hands, nor between the legs.
He had also told her she must forego her tights and knickers today. She would sit there, skirt to mid thigh, skinny legs bare, occasionally slightly parted, her arousal made public.
As she waited, she thought about him, her father, sat at home. How he would be imagining all sorts, how she would try to exceed even his fertile imagination. She felt a new trickle between her legs and longed to touch, but naturally that was impractical. Instead she squeezed her thighs together, aware that her clit was already engorged.
A queue had formed, a few older men, as today was pension day. A couple, a man in his 40s, and a woman maybe 25. She liked the older men the most, they always had a kind word, were polite.
She knew what the seeds were of course, but it would do no harm to ask. The man peered, not sure which of the several brown paper bags she was referring to. She held it up for him, encouraged him to lean over, her fingers still coated in her recent cum smell.
Yes, chia seeds. She thanked him. Had he smelt her? Who could tell. Maybe there was a hint of a smile?
Such is the nature of this kind of game that it really didn't matter too much even if he hadn't detected traces of her young vaginal scents. The idea that he *might have* sent new tingles to her inner thighs. However, she knew that Daddy would want to hear evidence - an erection, a clumsy chat up line, maybe even some impudent lad kissing her hand.
The next customer was the man in his 40s, quite handsome though not her type. His trousers were pale chinos, she had in fact already noticed his bulge while he emptied his trolley, not erect, but certainly packing a nice form.
She scooched her thighs together harvesting a little more juice, the back of her skirt now rather damp. As he unloaded his last item, a heavy bag of cat croquettes, she absent mindedly scratched under her arm and the side of her breast through her white blouse. He saw. She successfully fought off the blush that tried to ruin the moment, by scanning the first item as he passed in front of her to begin the bagging up. She was not unaware of his glance at her breasts, small but firm.
A tall man, he could easily see her skirt hem and bare legs, her knees. She drew attention to them by shifting in her seat, leaving them slightly parted, her own smell wafting up, obvious now to her, and presumably to him.
She scanned, he packed. Two grapefruit, glossy red cherries, ripe figs...His mind was wandering, once more he glanced at her thighs.
The cat feed was heavy, she stood to get better purchase as she dragged it across the scanner, making sure he saw her little bottom, hoping he would detect her absence of underwear, possibly even the dampness through the skirt before plonking down again, the hem now up another few inches. She didn't attempt to adjust it.
He leaned over to help with the heavy bag, brushing her hand as he did so; he smiled, apologised, she smiled back.
And yes, there it was. He didn't even try to hide his erection, rather he thrust a little forward while retrieving his credit card from his pocket. As he tapped in his code and waited, he stood in half profile, affording her the very best view of his extremely aroused cock.
She felt herself powerful. That she could cause such a reaction was intoxicating to her. And of course Daddy would love to hear later...
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"...And he was rock hard, you could easily see that?"
She was folded, knees bent to her chest as his swollen cock pumped her soaking cunt.
"Yes daddy, he certainly smelt my hands and the smell between my legs, and he was hard in his trousers."
