Just like so many summer days in Florida, it was hot and sticky. I was showered and dressed after my morning run, which had once again failed to calm the restlessness I so often awoke with.
At forty-eight, I had been struggling for years with the sexual re-awakening that I understood haunted many women my age. The cause may have simply been part of the maturing process, or my fifty-nine-year-old second husband’s deteriorating sexual drive. Either way, the taunting urges were not something I’d been able to completely push aside.
I had slipped on a light cotton halter dress. The hem ended mid-thigh, tastefully accenting my bare legs, which my heeled sandals sculpted. A lace thong was all I wore beneath. I’d come to enjoy the thrill of dressing more provocatively.
I’d never dream of dressing in anything trashy. I liked to be seen as elegantly sensual. I thoroughly enjoyed the glances I received from admiring passersby. I found the tingle of arousal intoxicating and often wore sunglasses to discreetly observe the looks.
The sun felt so good on my bare shoulders and back as I locked my car and casually strolled toward the supermarket. I could feel my heavy breasts rock as the soft thin fabric of my halter caressed my nipples.
*
I first saw him in the produce section. I’d have not normally noticed the tall black man, if not for that look. It’s as if I’d simply entered his field of vision while he was selecting tomatoes. His eyes lifted casually with a gentle smile of approval. Eyes locked for the briefest moment, he was unconcerned that I’d caught him examining me.
The effect shocked me. I felt my face flush and my nipples harden. I attempted to refocus on my shopping, but I felt his eyes. I could see that smile in my mind’s eyes and knew he’d see my nipples struggling against the thin fabric of my dress. I felt so exposed.
I lingered, among the produce, carefully selecting what I needed. I resisted the urge to look and see if my admirer was watching. I could feel the swelling between my thighs. My lips had moistened from the thrill of being watched. My goodness, I was so aroused.
I casually lifted my eyes, anticipating his. He was gone!
*
Had I been imagining it all? Damn! I smiled to myself at how silly I could be and wheeled my cart to the next aisle.
Up one aisle, down the next. My focus soon found its way back to the shopping I needed to get done. As I turned another corner I saw him bent over, selecting something from the bottom shelf at the other end of the aisle.
He was a tall man in his early to mid-thirties, who looked like he’d just come from the gym. His nylon gym shorts exposed long sculpted legs that found their way to some deliciously hard buns. His tight sleeveless T-shirt displayed powerful arms and chest. His dark skin was smooth and seemed to glisten in the harsh light of the store. Apparently, it was my turn to examine him. I smiled to myself.
He got up and started down the aisle towards me. I felt the sudden rush of anticipation and heat. I could feel my heavy breasts move as a casually pushed my cart forward. My nipples ached.
He saw me coming and his eyes openly wandered over my breasts, before rising slowly and boring into mine. He smiled with a look of open approval. I offered a friendly smile in return and he winked at me as we passed. My goodness, there was something so erotic about this man’s confidence.
My excitement surprised me. I’d never been attracted to a black man before. In fact, I’d really never had a personal conversation with one. Perhaps I’d overlooked something inside me. The lace fabric of my thong had got very moist.
I finished my rounds and wandered to the checkout counter.
*
After unloading my cart I waited patiently in line and allowed myself to enjoy the warm glow of arousal that seemed to have overtaken me. As I glanced at the tabloid covers, I saw the large hand of a black man placing his few items behind mine. Was it my admirer? I was almost shaking.
I turned slowly. I wanted to be able to catch a glance out of the corner of my eye. As I did, the back of my hand grazed his nylon shorts. My knuckle hit the hard muscle of his thigh and then moved what was clearly his very heavy manhood.
I quickly pulled my hand away. He’d been standing so close!
I turned and stuttered an apology and froze as I saw those eyes again. He wore a knowing smile and simply said, “That’s all right baby… not to worry…it was all my pleasure.”
I was so embarrassed. I stammered a weak thank you, reluctantly tore my eyes from his, and turned away.
I could feel him behind me. He was so close. I swear I could feel his body heat on my back. My mind fixated on the weight of his manhood and the thought that it was only inches away.
His finger grazed my behind. It was only for a moment, perhaps by mistake, but the sensation was electrifying. I should have moved away, but couldn’t. I waited nervously to see what would happen. My thong was soaking wet.
I waited for what seemed an eternity but was probably only a few seconds. Nothing happened. I felt both relieved and strangely disappointed. I had been so focused on the stranger behind me that I hadn’t noticed that the line had moved forward. I abruptly moved ahead.
I heard him shuffle forward from behind and then felt his big hand on the lower inside edge of my right ass cheek. I hadn’t been prepared for anything so bold. I gasped but didn’t move. He slowly pressed his fingers into the flesh, parting my lower cheeks. I unconsciously let out a quiet moan. He then slowly released the pressure and casually let his hand caress the roundness and move away. I felt myself shake as my knees weakened. I’d never felt so aroused.
I reached behind to straighten the hem of my dress. My hand was shaking. I felt flush from the embarrassment and the intense arousal. What was I involved in here in line at the supermarket? Fumbling with the back of my dress, attempting to preserve some semblance of decorum, I felt something press against the back of my fingers.
It was the bulge of his hanging manhood, draped in the silky material of his shorts. I froze as he slowly moved himself from finger to finger providing a vivid impression of the girth of what had clearly begun to harden. Without thinking I slowly twisted my wrist as he pressed himself into the palm of my hand. My fingers closed around the thickness as I slowly moved my hand down and down and down until finally, it slipped over and away from the heavy head.
I noticed the clerk scanning my groceries. I stumbled forward, pushing my cart, fumbling for my wallet. My head was swimming. I was so wet I swore I’d feel something drip down my thigh from my saturated thong.
My god, he was so big! I’d never felt anything so thick… so long…. so powerful. I paid the clerk and pushed my cart toward the exit. I couldn’t help it. I looked back. He was chatting with the clerk as his groceries were being scanned.
He never even looked my way.
