Picnic - Sex Stories

Picnic

She was standing in line in front of me at the service counter of the local supermarket. The line was longer today as the Powerball jackpot was approaching $500 million. As usual, the management had only one person working. The man at the front of the line was arguing with the clerk that there must be a Western Union for him. The woman was striking with pale skin and dark hair, and intense, dark eyes. She was wearing a halter top and shorts. I’ve always detested basketball shorts either on men or women. These were no exception. Too baggy and too awkward a length to be at all flattering. Somehow I managed to detect the subtle curve that filled them out and followed it down, running my eyes over her hips and down her long, shapely legs. The halter top was more revealing. It hung loosely around her revealing the arch of her back. She had a tattoo, a tribal pattern in black that ran a few inches up her side and culminated in a butterfly that could have been taken from a book of children’s illustrations. The tats were subtle and tastefully done. I glimpsed the naked shape of her breast as she turned around. She must have felt me admiring her and I looked up to see her intense eyes challenging me. “I adore your butterfly,” I smiled at her. I said it warmly and confidently but still must have looked as though I had been caught with my hand in the cookie jar. “Thanks,” she smiled hesitantly. “I’m Ciaran,” I said and extended my hand. “Kelly,” she shook it and smiled again. I could ...

... tell that she still wasn’t altogether sure what to make of me. “Are you visiting?” “A couple of us came out for the kayak competition last weekend and I decided to stay a while longer.” “It was great, wasn’t it?” I enthused. “Yeah, it really was. Despite the lack of water, the competition was solid.” “Did you compete?” “I’m not that good yet, but I’m hoping to next year. How about you?” “Avid spectator. Love kayaks but prefer them on a lake or in the sea.” I was a bit annoyed with her. She was so lovely and yet held herself in a manner that belied a lack of self confidence. I wanted to push her shoulders back and her chin up. Mind you - she could have just been hungover. “I like sea kayaking too,” Kelly said, providing the first indication that she was going to join the conversation rather than just answering questions. “Where do you sea kayak?” “Oh, I live on the Jersey shore, so I kind of grew up doing it.” It was finally her turn to check out and Kelly turned to the woman at the counter and handed her the paperwork to pick up a money order. “It will be one minute,” Louisa, the Mexican woman behind the counter told her. “Hi, Ciaran,” she turned to me. “How are you today?” “Great Louisa. How are you?” “Busy.” “Keeps you out of trouble. I’ll take a pouch of the usual please.” She turned to the cigarettes behind the counter and pulled out a bag of my preferred brand of cigarette tobacco when I lapsed back into what had formerly been a very dedicated habit. I handed Louisa my ...