Some people like to do their weekly grocery shop once a week. Me, I have to shop just for that day. I don't particularly like shopping. I'm just not one of those organized individuals.
Nowadays the staff who work in these big stores, seem to be rude and not helpful, particularly the school leavers who have total disregard for their seniors. I sound as if I'm a grumpy old man, but damn it I suppose I am. It doesn't take too much effort to be polite to people, especially to those who are 20+ years their senior.
Anyway, on one of my trips there, I noticed a young girl working in the fruit and vegetable section. I hadn't seen her before, maybe she was a new start. She wasn't strikingly beautiful, she was just average. I think most men have seen a girl like this, who might not be a Goddess, but who they would just love to fuck and fuck hard. This was the case with this girl.
She was about 5'4" jet black hair nearly shoulder length. She had a slim body and what looked like medium sized breasts for her size. What got me was her broad accent. It sorted of made me cringe, like when someone scrapes their nails down a blackboard. Not that I hate the Liverpool accent, I just found it out of character coming from such a delectable vixen as her.
Anyway, whenever I went shopping, I would look out for my little Liverpool girl. I would stare at her for maybe longer than I should, because on a couple of occasions she caught me. I would smile but she just returned a cold glance. After that, I was careful not to be so obvious, or more to the point, try not to get caught.
When I saw her bending or squatting down, I would casually walk behind her, so I could see the large tattoo she had on her lower back, and sometimes I could also see her knickers. It made me feel such a pervert, yet I knew that was as close as I would ever get to her sexually.
As the days passed, I tried to approach her just to be friendly, however, I failed miserably. The more I tried to be cool about it, the more I put it across that I was an old pervert.
It certainly didn't help when I went in with my wife, who is black African, and looks about 10 years younger than she is. I could see the store girl eyeing us both up and frowning at me. This just convinced her that I was nothing better than a middle aged pervert.
Just to rub it in, I saw her talking to her work mates, who looked over at us and gave a look of disapproval. My wife didn't notice. She doesn't give a damn about the difference in age, it's an African thing. Age accounts for nothing between man and wife. But as far as I'm concerned, us Westerners seem to have a hang-up about it and I do get a little self conscious. I certainly was when those young store girls were staring at me.
Over the subsequent weeks, I would try and avoid my black haired Liverpool girl (who I heard being called Tina). I just tried to switch my perverted thoughts off.
Unfortunately, I couldn't avoid one of her female friends. She always seemed to be at the till when I was checking out.
As I was having my groceries scanned, I couldn't help but try to stare down her blouse. She had very small tits and I was immediately drawn to try and see if she was wearing a bra, or indeed, needed one. The more I stared, the more I thought she was aware of it. It was almost a game to me. Well, interest does that to you.
This girl was pretty. Prettier than Tina, but she didn't have that raw sex appeal that Tina had. Besides, I like black haired girls as opposed to this girls blond hair. I couldn't help but notice how extremely slim she was. In fact she was skinny. I don't like using that word skinny, but in this case that was the only way to sum it up.
A couple days later, a Sunday in fact, I was driving home, when I saw two girls walking along the street. One of the girl's ass immediately caught my attention. Her jeans were tight as tight could be, and hugged her ass as if she were naked. It was the sexiest ass I had ever seen.
As I drove past I glanced the rear view mirror. Wow...who should it be but Tina.
I had never seen her out of her baggy uniform. Now I see her in her tight jeans, and it was a wonderful sight. Just amazing. It sent me on an instant downer. How I wished I was young again. I would chase that girl relentlessly, until I had her in my bed. God she was horny.
That night I fucked my wife like a man possessed, with the image of Tina's ass implanted in my mind.
The image of her ass started to screw me up, so I decided I had to get this out of my head or I would end up going crazy, so I stopped going to that store. I started to use another store, a little further, but without the distractions. The staff were a lot more polite, but less easy on the eye.
Some weeks later, I was heading home one evening, it was winter time so was already dark. I stopped at the red traffic lights, thankful that I was in my car and not stood at the bus stop like the poor girl outside was.
Looking at her a little closer, I noticed that it was Tina. Although she also looked back, I couldn't be sure if she recognized me. I couldn't just pretend I hadn't seen her, because I had given her a good stare. Disregarding my dread of appearing a pervert again, I opened the window.
"Hi...do you want a lift?" I shouted across to her.
She walked over.
"Errm...do I know you. You...errm...look familiar." she replied.
"You work at the store don't you? I think I've seen you in there." I tried to act cool.
What I should have said was: "I'm the pervert who mentally undresses you every time I come in."
"Oh yeah...I know you. Where you goin' then?" she replied.
"In this weather I'll take you home, wherever it is. It's my good deed for the day." I told her, sounding good I thought.
She got in slamming the door. I felt like saying: "It's a car door not a barn door." but decided against it.
"My names Alex." I introduced myself.
"Tina." she said.
"Hi Tina." I said driving off quickly due to the guy behind blasting his horn, to tell me to get the fuck going.
There was quite a few minutes silence, before either of us spoke. It seemed an age, because I fully expected her to start accusing me of being a pervert, who spent all his time looking at young girls.
"Where do you want dropping off then Tina?" I asked her.
"Errm...Holly Road please." She said quietly.
And might I add, she said it quite sweetly as well, as if she was genuinely pleased to be in the car. Maybe my head is running riot on me, maybe she doesn't think I'm a pervert, maybe she never did. God I'm such a jerk. All this time I've had the wrong impression.
"Nice car Alex." Tina said.
"Thanks." I replied.
"Mercedes, isn't it?" she asked me.
"Yes, it's the M-Class. ML 63 AM6." I told her.
"Was it expensive?" She cheekily asked.
"Over 100 thousand."
"Bloody Hell. What do you do then?" she gasped.
"I'm a property developer." I told her.
I was as well, no lies. I started off on the oil rigs, then worked abroad in Africa. That's where I met the wife. Over the years I bought property. It went from one property to another, then another and so on. Now, I'm out of the oil altogether and concentrate on property. I've got a team working for me, and hardly need to bother going in to work. I just go whenever I get bored.
"It's a really lovely car. I'm saving up to buy one." she told me.
"What, one of these?" I teased her.
"Hell no. I couldn't afford one of the wheels." she joked. "I'm saving for a VW, maybe 3 or 4 years old, whatever I can afford."
She went on:
"Trouble is, every time I save a bit up I have to spend it on something else, like rent to my Dad or somethin' else."
"Why don't you try a bank loan or maybe ask your Dad." I asked her.
"Can't. Bank says no and Dad's not working. I'm stuck." she told me.
"Sorry to hear that. Keep trying you'll get there eventually." I tried to console her.
We got to where she wanted to go and I pulled up outside the house.
