Unique Market Trip

grocery stores

aren’t usually like this

Everywhere I turned, there you were. When I’m in our small little chain organic market it’s very quick – bang – in and out.

I turn about – and there’s your skintight light blue yoga pants, even lighter stitching, and very obviously you were working your pussy. It was much more than a camel toe. Your pants had gripped your flowered pussy and if I didn’t notice, you would swish your thighs together to make it even more exaggerated.

Backing up in the experience, to the beginning –

Parking the car and wandering outside into the drizzle to stand in the back of the waiting line, I always keep my headphones in, my hat pulled low, and my gaze down – usually on my cell.

Then you wandered past the line and stopped seemingly in my gaze – were you waiting for a friend, sizing up the line, checking your phone? I casually scanned up your legs and stopped between your legs at your very aroused state – and snapped my eyes back onto my cell.

In my peripheral, I could see you moving on, stepping past me toward the back of the line.

As we shuffled closer to the entrance of the store, I began the prep for shopping. Phone up, check the post-it list of items, one foot after teh other. I glanced back to check the line – it was growing longer – and to my surprise you were directly behind me – smiling eyes behind the mask! Brown hair in a ponytail, zippered hoodie, and those pale blue yoga pants and running shoes.

My turn to enter the store – disinfect my hands, grab a basket, disinfect the handles and I was wandering down the aisles.

First couple of items snatched from the shelves, I was checking the list when I noticed those yoga pants standing in front of me – not facing the shelves but facing me. My eyes slowly moved past my list and to between your legs – a quick glance but enough to get a response from me. Head down, I turned and moved on.

More shopping and checking the list and there you were again. This time I could see the slightest bit of wetness outlining your pussy and your pussy lips. And what were you doing with your thighs? I struggled to get the rest of my items and into the checkout line I stood.

Double checking my list I felt the need to check behind me – and there you were. Holding your basket of items, hoodie unzipped showing your flat tight belly, and below that your very aroused little pussy.

I smiled to myself – paid – and back to my auto, never to see you again.

But I want to thank you for giving me a very memorable trip to the market!

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ln1bqe/unique_market_trip