They eye fucked each other in the fruit and vegetable aisle even though she wanted meat to go with her apple. She purposely switched her hips while gawking between his legs, teasing the dopamine out his brain. She winked with the come fuck me smile that fetishized their run-ins. They never said a word to each other. Not a cough or sneeze. They socially distanced themselves by flirting with smiles, winks, and creep-like stares.
She can get it. Charles saw her bend over to pick up a pineapple she dropped.
The forward motion hiked up her orange sundress, flashing the bottom of her ass.
Daaaaaaamn. He saw she wore no panties.
He bent his knees to get a better look. Wow. He fantasized about going grocery shopping with his tongue.
She felt the energy behind her as she picked up the pineapple, smiling at the way she roped him in. She glanced behind her shoulder and caught him staring. He had no shame. He lost himself in the view until a voice rang beside him.
"Excuse me." An elderly woman with snow white hair ice grilled him.
She needed to push her shopping cart past him.
He nodded and continued to fix his eyes on the mystery woman.
The mystery woman turned the pineapple upside down on top of her cart. The symbol was foreign to him. He thought she was weird for doing it. She got a kick out of his ignorance. She pushed her cart up the aisle to turn the corner while giggling at the way his eyebrows slanted up in wonder.
Aaaaaaallrighty then. He carried a red basket to pick up two small buckets of butter pecan ice cream at the freezer aisle.
Fanitza's favorite.
The mystery woman in orange stopped at the freezer door next to him, pretending to show interest in other flavors. She looked over at his direction and saw buckets of butter pecan in his basket. She approved with a smile and checked out the rest of his basket that had whipped cream and cherries.
She glanced at the freezer door to fake like she was shopping for ice cream. After a few seconds of pretending, she left the aisle with a hard switch in her walk, hypnotizing him with the added bounce. She already knew he was watching. She left him with an erection he couldn't get rid of.
At his age, Charles needed to save more nuts than squirrels to get his rocks off.
He slid to the express lane to ring up items. The line looked empty. He turned the corner, thinking that the transaction was going to be in-and-out. He was wrong. He found out that the mystery woman had beaten him to the punch.
I'll be damned. Charles exhaled as his stomach dropped to his toes.
He mentally regrouped and placed the pleasure foods on the conveyor belt. He checked her out from hair-to-heel. Nice! He waited until the cashier finished ringing up her items as he pulled out his wallet.
He found out she couldn't pay for her groceries.
She dug throughout her purse looking for her wallet. No cigar. She then patted her bra. No luck. She went through her purse again to check every nook and cranny. Nada.
Charles slipped his credt card into the card reader. He nodded like, this is on me. The mystery woman blushed with a smile.
"Have a nice day, ma'am." The cashier placed the paper bags on her shopping cart before ringing up Charles' items.
"That was nice of you." The cashier admired Charles' move.
Charles slipped his credit card into the card reader for a second time and said, "That wasn't nice." He waited for his card to be approved again. "I'm just being me."
