My name is Tori. I am a healthy twenty-three-year old college coed and a part-time fitness instructor. I am also a little kinky, in that I had a few strange fetishes. I like to watch other people making out. I am not like your peeping Tom that lurks around in the bushes, but I have been known to sit at the pool and hope for the lights to stay on in certain apartments while crazed lovers put on a show.
I also like to flaunt myself, to total strangers, just to see their reactions. My “accidental bikini-top falling off” trick is legendary and while it hasn’t gotten me busted, it has made a few folks upset when I do it around boyfriends and husbands.
Recently, I’ve taken to wearing tight-fitting yoga leotards at the grocery store, just to see the reaction I’d get. Black leotards and white ones don’t get nearly the same reaction as my flesh-toned tan ones. I love it when I see a guy stalking me from one aisle to another, without saying a word.
I was walking through Walmart last week, wearing some very short running shorts and a mid-thigh length t-shirt, when I overheard an older guy asking his buddy if he thought I was wearing anything under my t-shirt. I stepped over to the guy and very discreetly pronounced,
“I have on some running shorts, but if you come here next week, I might just be going commando.”
The guy turned a deep crimson color and coughed. I’m pretty sure he hadn’t expected my response. Then I got to thinking, what if I went sans underwear and paraded myself around the store? I don’t know why the thought made me horny, but it did.
So, the last week, I decided to test things out. I waited until it was late at night to avoid any chance of exposing myself to any children.
I slipped into my mid-thigh length t-shirt, sans panties and drove up to the local mini-twenty-four-hour-Walmart. I was nervous, sitting in the sparsely populated parking lot. Finally, I decided to just go for it.
The Walmart double doors opened, and the store was brightly lit. There was one person standing alone at a registrar about twenty feet from the door. I strolled past two young girls on the bread aisle and then I worked my way over to the meat section. I hung around, pretending to be shopping. A young guy, probably in his early twenties, came out from the back of the house area, and upon seeing me, he asked me if I needed any help.
“I am looking for some… (pause for effect) …sausage,” I declared.
“It’s right over here,” the guy replied, taking off down the aisle. I dutifully followed him.
He took me to the breakfast sausage section.
“No,” I replied, looking at the sausages in the meat locker, “I am looking for some… (again, I paused for effect) …hard sausage.”
The guy scratched his head and I could see him thinking.
“It’s in the deli section,” he replied.
“Can you show me,” I pressed.
“The deli-section?” he asked.
“No,” I replied, responding in as sexy and sultry a voice as I could muster while twirling a lone finger in my long hair, “Your hard sausage.”
“Sure,” he replied, taking off towards the deli. I did my best to try and keep up with him. I rounded the end cap and he stood by a stand-alone cheese and sausage display. He picked up a twelve-inch long package of cut sausage and extended it in his hand towards me, asking if the product was what I was looking for.
“Yesss!” I excitedly exclaimed, taking the product from his hand. I studied it for a brief few seconds then said, “I wish my boyfriend was this big,”
The guy turned red and then asked if I needed any help finding anything else.
“Yes,” I told him. “There’s a bottle of wine I can’t reach in the wine section.”
I headed towards the wine aisle, with him following me. As I did, I tossed the sausage up in the air and caught it. On my second toss, I missed catching it and it fell on to the floor.
“Oh shit!” I exclaimed as the sausage stick bounced on to the floor. I quickly scrambled to pick it up, bending over at the waist and intentionally showing off everything I had to the store clerk who was right behind me.
I looked back at the store clerk, as I picked up the sausage stick. The look on his face was priceless.
“Sorry about that,” I remarked as I retrieved the sausage from the floor.
“We’re all good,” he replied as we continued down the aisle. We turned and stepped on to the wine aisle. I tried to reach a wine bottle on a top-level shelf, my t-shirt riding up high on my thighs and my butt fully exposed.
The guy was cool, even as he got an eye full of my uncovered bare ass booty.
“I’ve got it,” he said, reaching up and grabbing the bottle that I had wanted. I looked at the wine and then the sausage in my left hand and remarked, “It looks like I am going to have a good time tonight.”
“I agree,” he replied. I was so freaking horny at that point. I tapped the wine bottle with my sausage stick and asked the clerk what time he got off work.
“I’m just getting started,” he said. “I don’t get off until six.”
Damn.
I placed the end of the sausage in my mouth and proffered a wink at the clerk. I pulled the sausage out from my mouth and said,
“That’s a shame. I was looking for a party partner.”
I was being intentionally dirty. The store clerk nervously replied,
“You’re beautiful.”
He then turned and walked off down the aisle. His loss, I thought to myself.
I saw an older guy, pushing an empty shopping cart down a nearby aisle. I lit out to try my luck with him. He was looking at some jellies and jams when I walked up and casually asked him to hand me a jar of jelly from the top shelf.
Without so much as a brief momentary glance in my direction, he grabbed a jar of jelly from the top shelf, while asking, “This one?”
“Yes,” I replied.
He extended his arm and hand in my direction, but since my hands were already full, he paused. I stuck my twelve-inch hard stick of sausage under my arm and took the jelly out of his hand, while proffering a smile, very pronounced wink and a “thank you.”
I turned and walked down the aisle, intentionally pulling up my t-shirt to scratch my bare ass, with the top of the wine bottle that I had in my hand. As I did, I dropped the sausage stick that I had stuck under my armpit. I quickly bent over to try and pick it up, but I couldn’t do so with the jar of jelly in one hand and the wine bottle in my other hand. I glanced back at the guy behind me, who had a complete and unadulterated view of my ass and my fully exposed pussy from behind me. I asked if he could lend me a hand.
He quickly scrambled in my direction.
“Let me help you,” he stammered out, almost tripping over himself in the process.
He retrieved the sausage stick from the floor and asked if I wanted to use his cart. I looked at the cart and smiled.
“Only if you push it for me,” I replied. He placed the sausage stick into the cart, and I added my bottle of wine and the jelly.
“I am Sam,” he said, introducing himself.
“Tori,” I replied.
He was a nice-looking guy, probably about forty, with a patch of grey on his temples.
“Are you married?” I asked as we started down the aisle.
“Oh, hell no,” he quickly replied. “Been there, done that.”
“So, no girlfriend?” I pressed.
“No,” he replied.
“You’re not gay, are you?” I asked. I didn’t have anything against gay guys, but I was need of some serious relief at that point and I didn’t want to be wasting my time talking to some guy that was gay and couldn’t help me.
“Do you normally shop at this late hour?” I asked.
“Yes,” he replied.
“Can I ask Sam a personal question?” I asked.
“Sure,” he replied as we reached the end of the aisle and the end cap.
“My boyfriend…” I began. I had thought the conversation through one thousand times.
“My boyfriend,” I nervously said a second time, “He asked me to pick up some condoms, but I suddenly realized that I don’t know anything about shopping for condoms.”
Sam didn’t say anything as we rounded the end cap and started up another aisle.
“Would you help me pick out the best type?” I pressed.
Sam chuckled.
“Yeah,” he replied, “Does he liked ribbed or plain ones?”
“I don’t know,” I replied. “All I know is how to put them on. I never paid much attention to what type they are.”
Sam laughed.
“You’re a trip,” he replied. I darted past him and started walking backwards in front of the shopping cart.
“Come on, Sam,” I teased, biting down on my lower lip and hand-flipping my long hair back over my shoulders. “Let’s have some fun.”
“OK,” he replied.
I headed for the condom aisle, with Sam following me, with the shopping cart. I purposefully made sure he got a good look at my bare ass booty as we entered the condom aisle. I grabbed a box of prophylactics, that read “extra sensation” and tossed it in the cart.
I looked at Sam as he watched the box of ‘protection’ land in the cart.
“Is this what I need?” I asked.
He picked up the box and studied it, as I stepped close to where he stood.
“Sam,” I whispered. “Let me put one on you.”
He looked at me – almost like he was shocked by my offer. I reached down and grabbed his already very hard cock.
I knelt in front of him, and I unbuckled his belt. Within seconds, I had my hand inserted into the opening of his pants and past the edges of his bikini underwear.
His cock was huge, and it was thick. I quickly pulled it from his pants and inserted it into my mouth. It didn’t take much for me to make him unload and I happily swallowed everything he released. I felt like a freaking whore, but for some off reason, I was more than satisfied to be able to suck a total stranger’s dick.
I still wanted a good fuck, but I had a twelve-inch stick of sausage and some wine to help me out.
I thanked Sam, my very friendly Walmart co-shopper, and then I took his cart and headed to the checkout as he worked to pull himself back together. I quickly decided to ditch my items and the cart and when I heard a check stand employee’s radio blurt out a security alert.
I darted out to my car and quickly drove out of the parking lot, checking my rearview mirror to see if I was being followed.
I had a sudden rush of excitement that caused me to tremble and shake. It was a power orgasm unlike anything I had ever experienced. I had to pull over and gather my thoughts. I slipped a lone finger into my vagina.
Oh my God! What an intense rush.
I slept like a baby that night. Next week, I get to try Target…
