I’ll Never Look At Butter The Same Way Again

So let me tell you a little story, about an incredible experience I had last Saturday. First a bit about me. I am an average looking mid-30’s, mid-level business manager. Around 5’10, 175lbs, not fat, but not super muscular. Blue eyes, short brown hair, clean shaven. Basically a dime a dozen, nothing special, suburban guy. I’m a single dad of two pre-teens, holding down my career and trying to raise my kids, which doesn’t leave a lot of time for friends and relationships. Heck it doesn’t leave a lot of time for much of anything. So, every other Saturday, when the kids are with their mom, I go do my grocery shopping for the next couple of weeks.

This was one of those Saturdays. After dropping the kids off, I headed over to my local Costco store. It was around 11:15am, and I was running a bit behind, as I usually like to get there right as they open to avoid the crazy Saturday crowds. Since I was already running behind, I decided to stop at Chipotle in the parking lot before going into Costco. At least then I wouldn’t go shopping hungry, which is always a really bad idea.

Having just opened there were only a couple people already eating, and a single couple in front of me in line. At first, I didn’t pay them much attention, they were already ordering their food when I got behind them, so pretty quickly I had to start ordering mine as well.

After getting my food, I grabbed my sweet tea, and some silverware to eat my bowl with. I then looked around for a spot somewhat far from the other guests, since most were talking, and I wanted to read my e-book while eating. I settled on a back corner 2-person seat facing the front door.

I was eating for a couple minutes when I heard a man’s voice getting a bit loud and not very pleasant. I looked up briefly, and noticed the couple in front of me in line was sitting almost directly across the restaurant from me, at a similar 2-person table right by the front door. I listened for a moment, trying not to be too obvious or draw attention. Although since he was being so loud, I think most of the restaurant was staring.

After a moment, I resumed my eating and reading, and eventually they quieted down a bit; or perhaps it was just more people filing in to cover up the noise. For the next few minutes, I continued to read my book, and eat my lunch. Probably half way through my bowl, I ran out of sweet tea, their cups are so small. So, I got up to get a refill.

I noticed the couple was still fighting. I couldn’t make out everything being said, but it was clear he was not being very kind. She was trying hard to hide the tears in her eyes, and not eating a bit of her food.

As I sat back down, I caught myself staring more and more. I guess this is when I started to really pay attention to her. She was probably very early 20’s, shoulder length wavy brown hair, slightly pale skin, probably 5’4-5’5 if I was guessing while she was sitting down. She was wearing a white floral print off the shoulder dress, with little ruffles on the top edge.

Now I’m not usually in other people’s business, and I don’t like to get myself involved. But something about her, just made me keep staring. Maybe the way the sun glowed off her skin, or empathy for how she was being treated, I really don’t know. For a moment or two, I lost track of time, and she caught me staring. As is habit for most of us, I immediately diverted my eyes, embarrassed for my obviousness.

I tried to return to my book, but for some reason I kept finding myself staring at her again. Her face was turned towards the window. The sun glimmering off a tear rolling down her cheek. I genuinely felt for this poor young woman. I guess I doubted deep down, that this was anything but a normal situation in what must be at least a verbally abusive relationship.

After what must have been a minute or two, she turned her head back my way. This time, for some reason, I guess the protector side of me, being a father and all, decided to respond differently than turning away when she caught me gaze. Instead, I gave a face of sympathy, and mouthed “Are you ok?”

I don’t know why I did this, and I probably turned beet red when I did.

She reached down to her table, and picked up her napkin. Using it to dry her tears, I saw a faint and very brief smile reach her lips, as she oh so subtly nodded yes back to me. I too felt a small smile come to my lips, even though I felt pain in my face at the pain she must be facing. I guess she wasn’t subtle enough though, as the man she was with, shifted his gaze quickly in my direction, his voice raising, demanding to know what she was looking at.

My eyes quickly found my bowl, and I started eating my food with a little more urgency. Now I know what you are thinking, I should have been a stronger man, and made this guy stop. Maybe I’m a coward, I don’t know. This guy was clearly over six feet tall, and built like a tank. I could have stood up to him, for maybe about half a second. I guess at the time, primal instinct won over chivalry.

I focused on my food, quickly finishing it, without looking back up. When I stood to clear my table and leave, I noticed the couple was gone. I was relieved I didn’t get my ass handed to me, but I felt sorrow for the young woman, who clearly deserved so much better.

With a internal sigh, I tossed my trash, and headed back to my car. I drove across the parking lot, and after a couple of minutes driving up and down the aisles, I finally found a parking spot. As I was shopping, I stopped in the clothing section looking for some swimsuits for the kids. Not finding much, I started down the aisle of books they keep next to the clothes. Not finding the cookbooks on this side, I circled around. About halfway down the book aisle, I found the cookbooks. The book aisle is paralleled on this side with an aisle of furniture. A table and chair set at the end, some sofas and such down the middle.

Much to my surprise, as I reached the cookbooks, I saw the couple from Chipotle sitting on a sofa directly across from the cookbooks. This time, he was on the phone to someone, same loud, rude voice, and while his conversation didn’t seem directed at her, it was laced with profanity, and very vulgar. She was sitting as far away as possible on the sofa from him. Her legs crossed below her, a small notebook and pen in her hand. She looked to be working on her grocery list.

Just as I was about to turn my cart around, and head away, she looked up, and saw me. Her tears were dry, but her eyes were still a bit red. She let a faint smile reach her lips again, before looking back down at her list.

I’ll be honest, I was a bit panicked at this point. Part of me wanted to turn around, skip the cookbooks this time, stay away from what would be a very uncomfortable situation. Part of me, wanted to stay, look at the cookbooks, feel as in some way I was helping to protect her. Lame I know! I guess the later part of me won out, and I found myself stopped directly in front of them, looking at the cookbooks.

Usually, I would look through the cookbooks, trying to get some new meal ideas, to keep my menu fresh. Today though, I honestly wasn’t paying a lot of attention to the cookbooks. Instead I found myself, mostly facing the cookbooks, back towards him, angled slightly so I could see her out of the corner of my eye.

I absently flipped pages, but I was taking in her beauty. She really was beautiful. Call me a pervert if you want. She was at least ten years younger than me. But honestly, I haven’t had anyone in my life in a long time. I couldn’t help but admire her, and imagine how much better I would treat her if I had someone like that. Usually I’m a brains over beauty guy, but something told me she had both. Maybe it was just my imagination, but I just felt like she was a wonderful person, inside and out.

Maybe I didn’t flip pages fast enough, lost in my thoughts, or maybe it was just her own curiosity. I saw the notebook lower slightly and pen turn to the side a bit, just as I caught her eyes looking up at mine. I turned my head back towards the cookbooks more and focused on the one in my hands, quickly flipping the page.

God, I don’t know what the hell I was doing now. This wasn’t me, I’m a shy, quiet guy, and rarely do I push myself in public. Every fiber of me, was screaming to get out of there. But I just couldn’t move.

I set the cookbooks I was looking at down, and picked up another. As I flipped through it’s pages, I found myself once again glancing in her direction. She was looking down at her notebook again, and I could hear him on the phone still. I tried not to stare, but my gaze took in her face, her neck, her shoulders, the beautiful soft skin, inviting, so kissable, so… What the hell am I thinking! Just as I am berating myself internally, I noticed her dress, already very short, was pulled up a bit in the front. With her sitting cross legged, it was clear she was probably showing more than she wanted to.

I probably turned 12 shades of red at this realization, and quickly tried to focus on my cook book. I knew now, I needed to get out of here, before there as an issue. I also knew I should find some way to signal her to adjust herself. Certain she would be embarrassed to realize her clothing mishap. Mentally I raced through ideas, saying something would certainly embarrass her even more. Perhaps I could swing my cart around as I leave the aisle, a bit to close, making her move a bit to avoid me bumping into her. I could apologize and be on my way.

That was it, my plan. So I set down my cookbook, and looked up for me cart. As I looked around, trying to plan the best path to turn my cart around for the effect that I was going for, I noticed her position had already changed. She was now sitting cross legged, but her legs a bit looser, and her back leaning against the couch. She was still looking at her notebook, but clearly not writing anything. What got me though, was the full view I now had of her pelvic area. My heart skipped a beat or two, as I saw clearly a very attractive, complete nude, pussy. Delicate medium sized labia framing a gentle mound, glistening with a bit of moisture.

After a moment too long, or maybe two or three moments, my eyes darted up, panic setting in, my already red checks, burning. She wasn’t staring at her book anymore, she was looking right at me, a grin on her face, as she bit her lower lip. I nearly tripped over my own feet trying to get my cart moving forward. Her smile following me, as I made a little bit too quick of progress down the aisle and into the next aisle over.

As I reached the next aisle, and found myself in the small kitchen appliances, I stopped. What the hell was that? What the hell was I doing running away like that? I’ve never had such a beautiful woman be so… hell, what is the word for it. God I should be ashamed of myself, she’s so young, these thoughts so wrong. Sure, she’s clearly of legal age, but that doesn’t make it right. I’m almost 40! Why would she do that, her boyfriend was right there, and most certainly wouldn’t have reacted well if he caught her.

How long can you look at a toaster oven without seeming like a freak? Well I probably looked at this one for a couple times that. I had no idea how I should have reacted? Should I have said something, done something? What was she trying to do? Why was I such a coward running away?

I gradually continued my shopping, making it down this side, into the breads, and then through the meats. I did not see her again, and I tried to keep my head down, and just get my shopping done. Through the trash bags, and paper goods, into the freezer section. My mind was still racing. She was beautiful, clearly out of my league, but I couldn’t help but have lustful thoughts. Should I find her, find a way to slip her my number? Would that be stupid? Was she just teasing me? What if her partner caught me. Were they even still here?

I was finishing up the fridge section now, passing by the eggs, and rounding the end of the walk in fridge, headed for the milk and butter on the other side. As I rounded the corner, my thoughts so distracted, I nearly ran into a cart resting there. I stopped abruptly, looking up, scanning for the carts owner. It had a number of items in it, but strangely I didn’t see the owner anywhere. Perhaps they were around the corner? As I started to navigate around the cart, I saw the door to the walk in crack open. It caught my attention, and I saw a hand appear from the crack, the index finger making a come here motion.

I hesitated for a moment, looking around me, assuming this was meant for someone else. No one was there though, the aisles were busy, but clearly the signal was meant for me. I looked back again, this time, seeing an eye, and part of a smile, on a face I thought I recognized. It couldn’t be, was she really in there, motioning for me to come in there? What was going on, was she about to ask me for help, was her partner in there ready to beat me to a pulp? My brain froze, but my body acted on it’s own, sliding my cart to the side behind hers. Moving me forward towards the door. She was gone now, somewhere inside, the door closing itself as I reached it.

I opened it looking up and down the aisle to make sure I wasn’t being seen. Then slipped in. It was a bit dark, and my mind was trembling as my body slipped behind the door, pushing it closed. My brain was so sure I was about to get beat to a pulp, that I was caught completely by surprise as I felt her leap up, her legs wrapping around my waist, and arms reaching around my neck to hold herself up.

My eyes hadn’t adjusted yet to the darkness yet as I stumbled forward a bit, trying not to trip on something and fall as my body tried to adjust for the loss of balance. As I steadied myself, her legs tightened around my waist, and her hands uncrossed from behind my neck, reaching up to grab my head and neck.

Then I felt them, the softest, most delicate lips I have ever tasted. She took my upper lip between her lips, and I took her lower between mine. Some people describe kissing perfect lips like eating a ripe strawberry. That’s not what hers were like. They were like crème brulee, silken and smooth, perfectly soft, but firm enough to have substance. Not too small, and not to large, just fitting perfectly between my lips.

Her kisses were slow and gentle at first, but soon we were both very passionate. Our tongues meeting, my arms wrapped around her back, holding her firmly against me, but also caressing her. She didn’t taste like strawberries either, I’m not sure what she tasted like exactly. Delicately sweet, but lustful. Is that a flavor? Maybe it was my imagination.

I don’t know how long we kissed, it seemed like eternity. The cool air was starting to chill my skin, but I was all too aware of her warm body pressing against me. I could feel her c-cup breast pressing into my chest, they were firm, and I was pretty sure her nipples were hard. While I was pretty sure about her nipples, I was absolutely sure I was hard as a rock, and pressing firmly against my jeans. I’m sure it was my own mind playing tricks, but I could have sworn I could feel the heat and moisture of her groin pressing against me.

These thoughts must have caused me to hesitate with my kisses, as she broke away from kissing me. We were both breathing a bit hard, so I welcomed the momentary opportunity to catch my breath. But I also couldn’t resist the sight of her neck and shoulder, so I started kissing down her neck, slowly, a little sucking, a little tongue against her skin. Her arms wrapped around my neck tighter, pressing my kisses into her bare shoulder a bit more. I could feel her back get goose bumps as her breath became a bit more labored.

My hand caressed up her spine, and I held her neck, pulling her into my shoulder a bit. She was moaning lightly with each kiss, and I was now absolutely certain I could feel her warm moisture through my jeans. She was grinding herself lightly into the bulge she was sitting atop. This was almost too much for me, I hadn’t been with anyone in a long time, the excitement was so strong. When her breath caressed my ear, it was everything I had to keep from exploding right there in my pants.
When her lips wrapped around my earlobe, I stumbled forward a bit. Opening my eyes, I spotted a pallet of butter boxes that looked to be just about the right height. I slowly moved forward, my hands now wrapped below her bottom, holding her up, as she caressed my neck and ear with her own lips. I couldn’t help but squeeze her butt cheeks a bit, the dress between my skin and hers, so thin, I could feel the softness of her skin. This caused her to bite gently on my earlobe and moan a bit louder into my ear. Her warm breath brushing away the cool air.

As I set her down onto the boxes, I moved my hands forward to her hips, and under her dress. Her warm flesh, teasing my fingertips, softer than silk. As I slide them back behind her, feeling the firm cheeks I had just been squeezing, her calves tightened against me, pulling me as close as I could be.

Her lips released my ear lobe, and I was now the one with goose bumps. Her left arm started to pull my polo up from the back, and her right slide up my neck, wrapping my other ear, and pulling me closer to her mouth.

Her breath nearly brought me to climax as she whispered “Take me” into my ear. I squeezed her butt cheeks a bit tighter, and then pulled my hands slowly forward to her knees. I knew I couldn’t take her immediately, doing so would make this embarrassingly short. I needed a moment to recover. I took a small step back, lifted my hands to her cheeks, and looked into her eyes.

It was a bit dark, but I could see absolute longing and desire there, she wanted me without a doubt. I kissed her passionately for a moment, sucking her lip, caressing her tongue with mine. At first my hands held her cheeks, but slowly I moved them down her neck, caressing her bare shoulders, and finally reaching the beautiful peaks for her breast.

I was careful not to touch her nipples, I already knew they were so hard from her body being pressed against mine, but I wanted to build her excitement. So I caressed the sides with my thumbs, while my fingers wrapped around her sides.

This brought more moans, I could tell she was trying to be quiet, as people were opening doors to get various dairy items out. We were out of sight, large carts of milk to one side, and shelves of bacon to the other. But noise would be a dead giveaway. Which in many ways only increased the excitement. With the slam of the milk door, I broke our kiss and raised one finger to my lips, in a shhhh motion. She bit her lip, as if to signal she would be quiet, and I gave her my most devious smile.

With this, I placed my hands on her shoulders and gently pressed backwards. She understood I wanted her to lay back, and as she did so slowly, watching my eyes intensely, my hands slid down her body, brushing over her breasts. I cupped them gently, my hands on the bottom sides, my thumbs wrapping over the top of her dime sized and extremely firm nipples.

As she was almost flat on her back, she stretched her arms forward, reaching for my belt buckle. She wanted me inside of her, I knew this, and her face showed it. But I wasn’t ready, I didn’t want this moment in heaven to end, and I wanted to make sure she was more that satisfied with the experience. Just as I heard my belt come loose, and felt her fingers slide down the front of my pants, pulling me towards her, I gave her a little smile, and gently squeezed her nipples. As her back arched, and she bit her lip again, trying to stay quiet, I knelt down in front of her. I lifted her legs onto my shoulder, and took a moment to take her in.

Her vulva was so smooth, a perfect slit, her hooded clit, protruding just barely, her labia glistening, her thighs, dripping from her excitement. It was a work of art, a masterpiece made in heaven. My hands squeezed her breast a little more firmly, as I started kissing her left leg at the knee. My breath caressing her skin, as my lips inched up her inner thigh. I could feel the heat emanating from her desire against my cheek, her thighs squeezing my neck a bit firmer as lips neared her. As I reached her vulva, I let my tongue caress her skin a bit more with each kiss. She wanted my mouth against her, her body was aching for the sensation of my mouth. Just as I reached the crease between thigh and pelvis, I lowered my mouth to the spot where her butt cheek made a small mound of it’s own, and slowly licked up the entire crease of her thigh. Careful not to touch her labia, but allowing my warm exhale to caress her. She arched her pelvis up towards me, her thighs squeezing tightly, as her hands firmly grasped mine, squeezing them into her breasts. She moaned, and I could tell it was a bit too loud.

I was worried we were about to be discovered, but I couldn’t stop, she was dripping with so much excitement, and I needed to taste that excitement. So I passed my breath across her labia, millimeters from my lips meeting them. Then I retracted my head, and started kissing her right leg in the same manor as the left. This time she was clearly wanting me to hurry up, trying and failing to use her legs to push me closer. Her hands actively squeezed against mine, as I gently squeezed her nipples between my thumbs and index fingers.

I did my best to maintain the same pace as the left side, but my excitement and desire was building as well. I wanted to taste her, to experience the ecstasy of her release against my mouth. When I reached the crease between her thigh and pelvis again, she had waited long enough. She grabbed the back of my head, her fingers pulling tightly against my hair, and pulled me towards that last inch forcefully.

I allowed my lips to move forward, pressing my tongue low, against her vaginal opening. Her labia caressing my nose, as I pushed back against her pull, allowing her to feel my tongue slowly press against her. I didn’t press into her vagina, only applying enough pressure to give the sensation that I was about to. Then slowly I drew my tongue up her, savoring the flavor of her excitement as my tongue moved up. As I reached her clit, now protruding erectly from it’s hiding space, I moved my tongue more to the side, licking up the right side, and back down the left. Her pelvis pressed against my face, her breath caught, and her fingernails dug into the back of my head a bit, as I finished my lick by taking her clit into my mouth, and sucking it gently, while slowly running the length of my tongue across it.

Slowly I kissed my way back down from her clit, along her left labia, my tongue caressing, and I gently sucked her labia into my lips. Her passion was burning now, I don’t think I have ever felt that much warmth from someone without a high fever before. Her breathing was labored, and her touch frantic.

This time, I pressed my tongue into her gently, slowly, deliberately before once again licking my way up to her clit. Her juices were sweet, like honey sickle. She was so wet, I wondered if she might not have already head a small orgasm. As I reached her clit again, she was running her hands back and forth forcefully against my head. Her breath almost panting.

As I sucked her clit gently, I used my hands to free her breasts from her dress. Now feeling them without the cloth between us, I couldn’t help but slow my mouth a moment to savor the feeling of her breasts in my hand. Firm and perky, not too small, just a perfect handful. Her skin so soft, the small bumps surrounding her nipples, delicate yet seductive. I knew I was going to have to get my lips on these as well.

Returning my attention to my tongue, I could tell she was very near to her climax. So I gently released her clit from my lips, to her muffled protests, and repeated the kissing and sucking down her right labia. As I reached the bottom of her vulva again, I pressed my tongue into her, more forcefully this time. She dug her nails into my head again, this time, a bit painfully, and I knew I could not drag her release out any longer.

I licked back up her again, quicker this time, with more hunger. As I reached her clit, I caressed my tongue across it, licking from the back of my tongue, all the way to the front, and then flicking her clit gently with the tip.

Then I took the front of her mound into my mouth, her clit at the center, and began to gently flick the tip of my tongue across her clit. It only took a few seconds, her thighs squeezed me tight, her bottom lifted off the boxes, and her hands moved quickly to cover her mouth.

She shuddered, and then with a final flick, I felt her juices explode down my chin. Not a little, this was a lot, it was running down my neck, and obviously onto my shirt. But I didn’t care, it was so fucking hot, the taste so sweet, I wanted more. As she released her thighs, I could her panting hard. Her hands moved off my head and laid down beside her.

I used this opportunity to kiss and lick as much of her orgasm from her as I could. It was sweet nectar, like nothing else on earth.

Once I was satisfied I had every drop, I began kissing up her stomach. When I reached her nipples, her breathing had become more labored again, and her fingers were caressing my back under my shirt.

I took each nipple into my mouth for several second, caressing them with my tongue, sucking them. They were as delightful as I was imagining, and I wanted to spend all day with them. She was not content to keep waiting though, and her hands soon made their way back to the front of my pants. Quickly unbuttoning them, and wrapping her hand around my member, as she pulled me closer with the other.

I relaxed my thighs, allowing my jeans to drop, and stepped closer. Her touch was divine, firm, but gently. She stroked me gently, as she guided me home. I felt the tip press against her, and sucked a bit harder on her nipple. She slide me up and down her a few times, getting her juices onto me, the warmth of her body inviting me.

Her legs wrapped around my butt, and she tried to press me into, but I held firm, only allowing the tip to press against her. Then I pushed back, and she tried again, this time, I allowed the head to enter her. It was the warm silky embrace of heaven. My knees were getting weak, and I wanted to press deeper into her, but I didn’t. I again pushed back against her legs, and gently slide out of her.

She grabbed my head, and lifted it from her breast. “Take me now damnit!” she demanded, and then pulled me towards her with all her strength. This time I allowed myself to enter her all the way. She was beyond ready, and I slid in with ease. She was tight against my thickness, but the feeling of entering her, was beyond description. I could have died right there, and been a very happy man.

As I pressed deep into her, I wrapped my arms around her back, and lifted her up. She took my queue, and wrapped her arms around my neck, and her legs squeezed tighter. As I stood straight up, she relaxed a bit and I slid even deeper. We stayed this way for a moment, our lips meeting in passionate kisses.
As her tongue found mine again, she started to lift up, and slide back down my shaft. Soon our vigure was preventing us from kissing, and she held still for a moment. Then she released my neck with one arm, and used it to pull my shirt up. I set her gently on the edge of the pallet she had been laying on, and allowed her to remove my shirt.

When she was done, I slide my hands under her butt cheeks, and with a squeeze I lifted her back up. My hands squeezing her spread her open a bit more allowing me to slide into her even deeper and she begin to let me lift her and slide her up and down my shaft. Her pelvis moving back and forth with the rhythm I had created.

I could feel her juices dripping down me, warm at first, then cooling in the refrigerated air. It was exhilarating, to know she was so turned on.

As we made love, her finger tips dragged up and down my back, her nails strangely erotic as they scratched against me. Her chin resting on my shoulder, her breath caressing my neck, her moans, sinful in my ear.

Soon I could feel her tensing, her body squeezing me inside of her, like it was begging for my cum to fill her. Her scratching became more intense, and she pressed her mouth against my shoulder, I assumed to keep from making too much noise.

I knew she was close, I was terrified I was closer, the warm wetness of her combined with the extra squeezing, was too much to handle. I started to move around a bit, trying to think of anything but the sensation to explode into her. She was so close, I needed her to orgasm. She was dripping so much, I used the juices to lubricate in index finger, and then gently pressed it against her anus. She froze for a moment, her nails digging into my skin a bit too hard, and her teeth finding my shoulder. I stopped, worried I had gone too far, but as I started to remove the finger tip I had inside her, she took her mouth from my shoulder, and begged me not to stop.

Our rhythm resumed, the moment of panic I had at going too far, taking a bit of my edge off, giving me a momentary reprieve from orgasm. As my finger pressed into her, up to my knuckle, her pelvis moved back and forth with renewed aggression. It was becoming hard to keep my balance, and her hands and body, made it clear she was very near. I stumbled forward a bit, her back hitting a pallet of boxes of something, the motion pressing me forcefully against her.

In that moment, I felt her body spasm against mine, her juices letting go live a river, flowing down my shaft, down my balls, and onto my thighs and the floor. She muffled a scream by biting into my shoulder, and her finger nails dug into my back. I couldn’t stop it, I exploded inside of her with such force, my knees started to give out. She moaned so forcefully, squeezed her legs against my butt again, and orgasmed yet again.

About to drop her, I looked around, finding the pallet of butter again, I quickly spun around, setting her onto it, still inside of her. She relaxed her legs and arms. Her calves wrapping behind my knees, and hands resting against my lower back.

She laid her head on my chest, and we stayed that way for a minute or two, catching our breaths. All too soon, she placed her hands on my hips and pushed me away gently. My still semi hard but fully spent member slipping from her as she slid off the pallet to her feet.

She quickly pulled her dress back up over her breasts, and straightened it out. Then she reached down for my shirt, and used it to dry our juices that were running down her legs. She then set the shirt on the pallet and placed her hands on my chest. She smiled up at me, and with a whisper, said “Thanks, I really needed that.”. She then pushed me back, and walked out of the fridge as though nothing had happened. Not even looking back.

I picked up my shirt, and even in this low light, I could tell it wasn’t going to be wearable in public. If her first orgasm hadn’t drenched it enough, the creamy smears from her cleaning up, had certainly done it in.

I had no idea what I was going to do, I didn’t have another shirt, and certainly couldn’t walk around Costco without one. After a few moments, I decided to turn it inside out, and made a b-line from the fridge to the clothing section again. Grabbing a button up shirt, I quickly put it on over my polo. I wasn’t done shopping, but I knew I smelled of sex, and was sure someone had reported the sounds of that last orgasm.

As I prepared to take my cart straight to the nearest register, I looked over towards the books. She was there, sitting again, as her partner was still on the phone. She didn’t look up though, and I knew I would never see her again. But she would forever be in my memories.

Update:

A couple days later, I was getting ready to do my laundry, and checking my pockets. I found a piece of small notebook paper in my back pocket with a number on it. I have no idea when or how she slipped it in there, but I’m about to make a phone call that may forever change my life.

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