Grabbing some Cheetos, doritos, cool drink, other random stuffs to just chill.
I'm here in the super market picking up things in the early Sunday morning, 19th April 2020 to be precise around 11 AM.
There were only 5 customers allowed to shop inside the supermarket at a time, since the coronovirus might spread through the shadows as well, New theory spread on the media.
I was followed by a woman to the same section where I was picking my required package. I look at her through my gleamy eyes, I wasn't still awake from my sleep completely, but she broke my boner hard like a baseball stick while she bent down to grab her package from the bottom tray.I saw her hanging tits through her Polo shirt which was loosely fit but it was hanging like melons and I just wished to squeeze her nipples, she didn't wear a bra.
She stood straight, I thought the shirt was loose but it hugged her tits so well that I could see her visible nipples striking like a 9mm Gun blowing bullets right to my naked eyes.She caught me and smiled, I was surprised.
"You horny boys don't get tired is it?"
"Tired of what I'm seeing right now! Never I guess"
I extend my hand to introduce myself, "I'm Tzuyy!"
She froze a bit and thought before having an handshake. I pulled back and did the generous Namaste! The Indian style of greeting, is followed everywhere now.
"I'm not in a mood now", she just ignored and passed by.
I was stunned by her response, but obviously she would not accept me and get to the bed right away.
I had to shine, and it was morning.
I walk in the opposite direction and she comes to the neighbouring stall to pick some more.
I just get close again as if I'm not observing her.
We meet again and I start
"I know, I'm a little annoying, but I'm just curious to know if your Ms or Mrs?"
"Why would that matter to you?"
"I can help you with the package if your just Ms and if Mrs! I will see you with your husband, so I can give up"
"I'm strong enough to come shop myself and carry my package all by myself, thank you!"
"I can see that, but you definitely will need a hand with the package I see"
We make an eye contact, as I glare over her assets.She had an orange hair, brunette, fair skin, brown eyes, pouty lips.
Her racks were just so well bust, and can provide a proper grip when you cup her tits.
Her workout or yoga might have helped keep her belly almost trimmed, but down the way to her hips and the thighs I agree.She's a busty milf.
I definitely am not gonna leave the opportunity.
"Stop looking at me that way!"
"Ehmmm so your interested! Turning on is it?"
"Look Mister, I'm already irritated with what's happening around and you don't be an add-on to this pathetic situation!"
I understood. It was not me bothering her but it's her present situation.
I guessed, a lazy bastard husband or maybe nobody around to help her and keep her strong from not breaking out!
"Chill, here take a sip, you will feel good!"
I give her the mountain dew I was drinking.
"No thanks, but leave me alone now. Please!"
I just moved away to not create a scene or be an add-on.I bill my package and get to my car. She grabs her package and strolls down to her car.
I had my Mahindra Thar, suiting my personality, I worked out very often and had nice muscles.
