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Vodka Rocks Surprise

One warm summer afternoon, a long time ago, I found myself wandering off to the local supermarket. It was good to get out of the flat and into whatever gentle breeze was on offer by way of fresh air. I didn’t want much. Which was just as well because I couldn’t afford much. My dole money was enough to cover the basics, but little else. Fortunately we tend to eat less in warm weather. Three years of working hard at university had earned me a respectable degree, which, bolstered by the proverbial rose tinted optimism, I had assumed would serve to neatly shoehorn me into me a decent job. But out in the real world, without the cloistered protection of academia, all such illusions fell quickly away, and for the time being at least, I was just another over qualified twenty year old with no future. Emotionally it felt like my tyres were stuck in a mud bank, just yards from the starting block. I was going nowhere. Helplessly looking on as my peers raced on down the track. I was depressed. Sauntering listlessly up and down the supermarket aisles with my wire basket hanging by my side. A pack of instant mash. A tin of mackerel. A jar of coffee. And a brown loaf. I didn’t fancy any of it. That’s when I saw. She was walking towards the entrance. Out of the sunlight into the relative shade. To say she was like a vision sounds so clichéd but that’s exactly how she was! Drop dead gorgeous didn’t even come close. She was simply oozing sexuality. As she glided nearer in her high heels, I ...

... couldn’t fail but notice her nipples standing out proudly through the tight fabric of her thin summer skirt, which was short enough to show off her wonderful tanned legs, but not too short. She knew how to avoid looking cheap. Sophisticated, was the word that sprang to mind. Long dark hair. Tits any woman would die for, let alone women her age, which I guessed was around mid thirty something. She carried herself with the presence of a film star. Like she owned the place. And the world would let her too, just to be near her, to bask in her reflected loveliness. Everything around me went out of focus except for her, I stopped dead in my tracks, transfixed. I wasn’t aware that I was staring, but I probably was. Me and every other person in that place who had a cock, and several that hadn’t. The former with undisguised lust, the latter driven by an equal measure of envy. I for my part simply couldn’t believe that a woman as good looking as her would come and do her shopping in a ghastly place like that. She belonged in Harrods, the Champs-Elysées, Melrose Avenue; anywhere but Tesco! As she walked past me, fully aware of my state of captivation, she gave me a wicked little smile. She was obviously used to having that effect on men, and seemed to enjoy the power it gave her. 'I’m dreaming,' I thought. I may even have said it out loud. I don’t know. What I do know is that as I turned around and watched her perfect arse wiggle away, I just couldn’t stop myself from following her. ...