You decide it is for the best to go with your animal urges this time.
You choose your target and prepare to zone in. You can feel your palms sweating with anticipation, your cock rising against the inside of your thigh within your grubby pants.
Your ruffle your beard and stalk behind a pyramid of baked beans.
The girls are chatting about bread, one of them likes sliced bread, one of them doesn't, another one keeps laughing.
The only other girl there is dressed in a tight skirt, long brown hair, must be around eighteen, you can't help picturing her topless. She probably has a beautiful body. More to the point she is well rounded.
She turns to examine a loaf of bread and the fabric of her skirt shows off her curved ass.
You saunter up beside the girls.
In your peripheral vision you see two of them glance at you. Your cock strains against your pants now, rock hard. Have they noticed? You put on your best helpless pensioner voice and point ot the top shelf.
"Oh, dear, young lady, would you mind reaching that loaf for me?"
Two of the girls pay no attention and strut over to the fish counter, another laughs loudly and follows them. The brunette turns her head and smiles widely. Her teeth are immaculate. Her voice is like music.
"Sure" she says. She switches her gaze to the bread and stand on her tip-toes, straining her body to reach the top shelf.
Now. You quickly move behind her and, using both palms you press firmly on her warm buttocks. You grip tightly, cupping her inner thigh and squeezing the plump flesh. It is worth it. The girl yelps, grabs your arm, wrenches herself backward and falls over.
"What the hell are you doing? Go away!"
People are looking now.
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