Grits and groceries - Sex Stories

Grits and groceries

... sweet." "Eew, I hate it when you buy oranges that look so good, but end up bitter and sour tasting... so how do you know this?" "From spending time in Cali, I replied, you can tell when they're tree ripened or rushed to market." "Okay, she smiled, thanks for that little enlightenment." "Any time, I smiled even as I was thinking, damn she is fine. She glanced down at my hand, so you're single." "As are you" I smiled back, as I noticed that she was either braless or she had some very prominent nipples, but then we were in produce, so maybe she was simply a little chilly. I bashfully averted my eyes. But it wasn't lost on her what I'd been looking at. "So you come here often?" she asked. I frowned at her, "really, that your best offering?" She laughed, "oh listen at you, and no it ain't." Wow, I thought, no she didn't... "What, she asked, before it dawned on her what it must have sounded like, oh my goodness no." I laughed as she realized how it sounded too. Then she pivoted the conversation: I noticed you weren't all up in mine, like practically every other dude in here... are you gay?" I cringed, "does a fella have to be gay to have respect for a lady?" "Of course not, she apologetically offered, I just assumed..." "Oh, you know you're super fine, so if a bruh ain't sweatin' you, then he must be gay right?" "Well, she shrugged, that's usually the case." "Well, I offered, there's nothing usual about me." "Oh really, and what's that mean?" "It means just what I said, I'm not the ...

... typical bruh as you call them." "So are you some devout christian?" "Not at all, and quit trying to make me fit in some prescribed little box, because I don't fit." She raised her brows, "is that so...hmm interesting." "Indeed." Despite her beauty, I was quickly growing tired of the small talk, and I'm sure it was written all over my face. "Why the attitude?" she asked. "Oh no attitude, I simply have things to do." "Oh, I see, she said in a deflated voice, so I'm a wast of time?" "You said it, not me." "So just what are you saying?" she asked, now somewhat annoyed. "I'm saying give me your number or something, and I'll get back with you when I have time." "Oh, I see you're a slick one; the old passive aggressive scheme?" I sighed, "have a nice day, ma'am" as I went on my way. Not bothering to look back, I was sure this had the desired effect, as she stood with hands on hips, looking flustered. in all actuality,it wasn't my thing to trip on a beautiful woman; lord only knows how many headaches I'd encountered because of how pretty a woman was... now I'd be the last person in the world to turn down some pussy from a woman like her, but then I wasn't the last person, so this issue was moot. I completed my shopping and was in the check out line when our paths crossed again... this time, she gave me a puzzled look as our eyes met, but said nothing. Yeah, I'd like nothing more than to bend her over this counter and put it to her but good, I thought, but that probably was not going ...