Grits and groceries - Sex Stories

Grits and groceries

It was a typical summer Saturday afternoon, the sun beaming down, the wind almost nonexistent, just a lazy day. I hated to get up, but I needed groceries bad, as the fridge was about bare. I dragged myself from bed and took a quick hot shower, which woke me up and sharpened my senses as well. I threw on some hoop shorts and my Piston's jersey, my Nike flip flops and headed out the door. I jumped in the ride and headed to the store. It was busy, all the parking spots filled, so I had to drive around a bit before resigning myself to the fact that there were no spots close to the entrance. As I'm backing into a spot, she passes by the car; she was wearing one of those dresses that had the snug fit up top, but cascaded loosely like a curtain from the waist down in layers with the points in the back and front, but overlaps on the sides. She gave me a passing glance as she sauntered by. I told my dick, "down boy" as I giggled to myself and waited until she was a few cars away before getting out of the car. I then spied her as I slowly walked behind her. I watched as her hips provocatively swayed, her legs slightly bowed and nicely toned, especially her calves. Her skin, the color of rich caramel and seemingly flawless, and her hair, neatly coiffed like Anita Baker. I slowed more as I approached the store's entrance, taking in her beauty. I spied her left hand, (a must) and saw no ring of any kind, in fact the only jewelry she wore was an anklet, emblazoned with various trinkets ...

... and symbols. As she entered the store, the backdrop lighting silhouetted her body; damn I thought, no slip as I took in the outline of her hips and thighs. I watched in amusement as several men stared and women turned up the noses as she passed. She seemed to be in her own little world, totally oblivious to her surroundings as she pushed her cart. I know that she knew how good she was looking, but then is that her fault? She continued on nonchalantly through the aisles, with her shopping. Our paths crossed several times and each time our eyes me but neither of us said anything, but she was stunning, with slanted almond shaped eyes, and small button nose and full sexy lips. I did my best not to stare as I could see that she was getting enough attention, and didn't seem to be acknowledging any of it. She must be either taken, or a little stuck on herself, I thought to myself as I observed her. Either way, it's not my M.O. to sweat women too much, so I just carried on doing my own shopping as well. We ended up meeting again in the produce section,as I was inspecting oranges, she smiled at me; you know what you're doing bruh man? "Indeed I do Mz. Lady." She smiled again, "so what are you doing?" "Well judging by the green around the stems, I looks like I'm not buying any of these oranges." Really, what does that signify? she asked. "Well, it means they were picked prematurely and sprayed with chemicals to ripen as they were transported here". "Meaning?" "Meaning they aren't very ...