Lina didn’t know how long she had been staring at that shelf. A minute? Maybe two? The feeling to be bad was buzzing inside her, and she had been fighting it. If you asked her, she couldn’t tell you what caused her to misbehave every so often. It seemed to be a weekly occurrence. Maybe it was the growing pains of figuring out how to be good, as this was all pretty new for her. Or maybe, she thought “it’s because he has denied me for days, and I really want his cock.”
She had been so good all week and tonight was Sylvie’s party, a bunch of guests were coming in from out of town and everything had to be set up. Maybe he would let her come tonight, but as she stared at the olives she wasn’t so sure. Her mind had been fixated on him for days, and trying to get what she wanted. Cooking his favorite meals, rubbing the tension from his body, bringing him tea, anticipating his needs, sucking his cock, and sucking it some more, and yet more.
She wanted him inside her pussy so badly – his fingers, his cock, his tongue – any part of him, really. But he had denied her for days, and the feeling of emptiness kept expanding. For a bit, holding him in her mouth or hand, or bringing him sweet things from the kitchen kept the emptiness at bay. When she was good, he let her hold or suck him for hours, but this most recent denial of him filling her was stretching too long.
The feeling and need was growing. It was almost gnawing today. The last few days she woke up thinking of him, and he was the last thing on her mind as she struggled against falling asleep. She lived on thoughts of him, and breathed for him. She even dreamed of him. Today she bolted awake from a dream of him inside her, and ever since her body kept trying to clamp down, but her mind knew that no part of him was inside of her.
Maybe that is why she did it. It was like a little devil sitting on her shoulder. Most of the time, she was good, but today his instructions were hard to follow to the T.
She had already gotten everything on his list. One more item to put in the cart. She had been looking at the olives for maybe 5 minutes. Her hand reached out and hovered over the jar she knew she should buy, but at the last minute she grabbed another type. She was shaking a bit as she walked to the front of the store.
She had worn the outfit, shoes, and purse he specified. Braless –check. She wore the special panties he bought last month. He told her the time and the counter to pay at. He told her to pay cash and to count the last few dollars out in small change. She wasn’t feeling very personable today and really wanted to use the self-check and her card, but she would follow these instructions. She would be good.
As she entered line 9, there was only one little old lady in front of her. As she started to put the items on the belt she noticed who the checker was. “Oh no” she thought, it was “the Jerk” working this line. He was pretty cute, but she always wanted his fucking raised eyebrow to just stay the fuck down. He was a friend of Sylvie’s so she would likely see him tonight.
After the woman in front her paid, the Jerk handed her her sacks, and wished her a pleasant day. He then turned and gave her his full attention. He looked her up and down. He seemed to focus on her braless state. The store was a bit cool for the outfit she had been instructed to wear. She felt exposed, that eyebrow twitching, that smirk. He seemed to ring each item slower than the last, all the while staring just below her neck. But then he looked up, and seemed to be puzzled by the olives.
“Are you sure these are the ones you want?” Brow-wag…..
“Yes, I’m sure.”
“Hmmm…Not sure Brad likes this kind” the Jerk mumbled slightly under his breath. “But…. I guess you know…. what you are doing.”
She was feeling flustered, and second guessing her decision to be bad. But the devil on her shoulder, just made her smile and shrug.
The Jerk named a price, and she opened her wallet and change purse. As she started to count out the last few dollars in small change, a slight hummm started in her panties. Her head snapped up, and the Jerk was looking her right in the eye, smiling. The frequency started to get faster and she looked around worried those in the adjacent lines could hear or see or know what was going on. She started to sweat a bit, and her entire focus shifted to between her legs and the Jerk staring at her breasts. She felt like her nipples were going to poke through her dress, the light fabric and pale green color not providing any coverage at all.
“I don’t think that is the right amount you better count it again. “ He said.
She tried to count, but could not focus. All she could think about was the hummmm between her legs and how wet she was getting. She again worried about the weight and color the dress. And being on display as she walked out of the store. But first she had to focus on paying. It was impossible. She was so close…. So close, her body started to tighten.
“I heard a bunch of people are coming tonight. They have all been waiting so long. It’s good to wait.”
This reminder brought the world back into focus, barely. All she wanted to think about was how much she needed to come, and how she had been good for days, and how she needed to keep being good until tonight. She tried to focus on counting the change. She pushed it forward, and looked down behind the belt.
The Jerk’s pants were tented, and his hand was in his pocket. The frequency kicked up another notch and then a pattern of bursting vibrations began. Slow fast, slow fast. The Jerk started to count the change.
“Are you almost done?” She asked. “It’s right, I am sure.”
He nodded and put it in the register. “The amount may be right, but those olives are not.” She scurried out the door, trying to escape the range of the toy and the wetness in her panties.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/8l37iy/shopping_for_sylvies_party_part_i