You decide that you can hit the bookstore later, you want to get your supplies and head back home for some tanning and relaxing. You walk in to the little market and head to the produce section in the back. There are a couple people in the store.
There's a young man who looks kinda stoned intently studying the cereal. There's also an old couple making their way through the aisles. He is carrying the basket while she is intently studying her coupons. They get near you in the produce section as you are squeezing the lemons; the woman looks up from her coupons and sees your shorts and scowls.
She walks away mumbling about "kids these days," her husband however stays rooted to the spot and is drinking in the sight of you and your obscene cutoffs. You smile to yourself and "accidentally" drop one of the lemons your are considering and watch as it rolls under the produce table.
"Oopsy, I'm such a clutz," you say and get down on all fours to get it.
You make sure that you stick your ass up high as you squirm around under the table taking way longer than necessary to retrieve the fruit.
You hear the old woman's voice, "Henry, come on I found the coffee" and you hear the man shuffle away. You get up and see him looking over his shoulder at you and you wink at him. He catches up to his wife and she swats him on the arm and starts scolding him.
You smirk to yourself and go back to choosing lemons. You grab 6 and start toward the area where the sun tan lotion would be when your eye is caught by the cucumbers. They are long and round and seem like they would fit oh so nicely inside you. You think about how wet you are and how you need some release and decide to get one or two for later. You select a very long and slender one and a shorter fat one for variety.
As you turn toward the front of the store, you see the old couple checking out; she is busy with berating the kid behind the counter and he is busy looking up. You are pretty sure you know what he is looking at; there is a monitor mounted up on the wall up there that shows the security camera view of the back of the store. You are pretty sure that the old man is continuing his oggling of you.
"Well," you think to yourself, "let's give him something to look at."
You take one of the cucumbers and start to lick the end of it, at the same time you can see the old man's mouth drop a little which confirms your suspicions. You really start to go at it with the cuke, giving it your best blowjob routine, the man steadies himself on the counter.
You decide to go for broke and pull aside the gusset of your shorts. You take one last lick of the cuke before you lower it down to pussy level and slide it into your dripping snatch. The old man nearly falls over as he watches you slide the vegetable in and out for a few seconds and then gasp audibly as you plunge it all the way in and rearrange your shorts to cover yourself back up.
His wife is finished with the cashier and starts walking out; when he doesn't follow she turns around and sees that he is still staring at you in the monitor. She swats him on the head and says "Henry, stop staring at that young girl, grab the bag and let's go." He reluctantly complies and trudges out the door with the bag.
You are sad that you got Henry in trouble, but you can't really think about it for long because walking with the cucumber inside you requires all of your concentration. You slowly make your way to the front of the store, walking with a bit of a bow to your step. You go to the cash register, grabbing some sun tan lotion on the way. The kid scans the lotion, and weighs the lemons.
He grabs the one cuke you have "in the open," so to speak, and says, "You know these cucumbers are 2 for a dollar, if you just buy one it's like 65 cents? You want to grab another one?"
You smirk to yourself and say... |