Mike always preferred to do his shopping when the stores weren't crowded, late at night or early morning. He could go from one department to another without having to squeeze past groups of shoppers clogging up the aisles, following the list he had prepared in his phone and checking off the items after he pulled them from the shelves. Dropping the deodorant into his basket, he saw that the next thing he needed was paper towels, which he knew he could find in the back part of the store.
Whipping the cart to the end of the aisle and turning left, he was startled by a loud crash as his cart collided with one coming from the opposite direction. "Oh shit! I'm sorry!" he blurted out before he could even see who was pushing the other cart. He was surprised that a woman was shouting at him, "Watch where you're going, you fucking asshole!"
It took a few seconds to realize that he was face to face with a former co-worker named Angela. He had always had a quiet crush on her, and thought she was extremely sexy, and at that moment he couldn't help but notice anything except those huge melons jiggling under her oversized T-shirt. He had never pushed anything or even asked her out to lunch because he was afraid of her jealous gun collector husband. Mike had been divorced 11 years at that point and very rarely dated.
She was blatantly laughing at him and Mike couldn't help but notice how her heavy boobs jiggled when she did. Angela was his fantasy come to life: several inches shorter than himself, with a thick, sexy, curvy body, a large plush backside that looked incredible in jeans, long blonde hair that she always maintained in waves and curls, and a gorgeous face, accented with lush lips that seemed to be perpetually pouting.
"Gotcha! You always were my favorite pervert stalker."
"Well hello yourself, Angela. Don't you think that 'pervert stalker' is little harsh? How about 'admirer'?"
"Maybe. But why are always so jumpy? Or are you just distracted by my tits again? You were always sneaking peeks at my tits and ass." More laughter when she noticed how uncomfortable he was starting to become.
Mike suddenly found himself reminiscing about a teasing incident several years ago that started with the both of them quite drunk at an office Christmas party. He cornered Angela in a vacant office and asked her what was the cup size of her bra. She acted shocked, but she also laughed and said, "You'll never know!" A month later, she brought him a birthday card and signed it "Love Ang-EE-la". His reaction that day was a simple "Oh shit!"
"Kinda hard to not notice your tits, especially when you make sure to bring them to my attention like that. By the way, how's Roger?" Mike found himself quickly looking around, glancing over his shoulder, half-expecting to see a.357 barrel aimed his way.
"Actually, Roger passed from pancreatic cancer last year."
"I'm so sorry. I had no idea."
"It came pretty quickly, and it was shocking, cause he'd always been so healthy and hard working. After the funeral I couldn't stand being in that big house in the country by myself, so I sold it and got a nice little place here in town."
"And your son, Christopher?" Mike had met their son at the office a few times, before Angela took a medical retirement. He seemed like a good kid, albeit a little flaky and unreliable.
"He got married and moved to Georgia before Roger died. I think he finally grew up and now they're expecting a baby. What about you? Have you finally got a love in your life?"
"I've been on a few dates, but nobody serious. You know I was married once before, and that was pretty disastrous."
"Are you at least getting laid?". She loved making him blush and squirm.
"Nope. Not in a very long time."
"That's a shame. Everyone should at least get to third base from time to time, don't you think? So have you been jerking off thinking about me? Do you still fantasize about old fat Angela?"
"To be completely honest, yes. You were always my favorite daytime and nighttime dream. I hope that doesn't make you feel weird."
"Naaahhh. I've been going through way too many vibrator batteries myself. Want to guess who I think about when I'm feeling lonely?" That remark was followed by a wicked smile.
"Let see if i can guess. Chris Evans?"
"Nope"
"Blake Shelton?"
"Are you serious?"
"Paul Rudd?"
"I don't even know who that is. I meant you, dummy." Another wicked smile.
Even the thought of Angela getting herself off with a sextoy was arousing and Mike noticed that his penis was responding, thickening and growing in his loose cargo shorts, especially at the hint that he might be the subject of her fantasies. He was very glad there was a grocery cart in front of him, but she noticed anyway and smiled.
"A gorgeous woman like yourself doesn't at least have a steady beau? I find that hard to believe."
"Don't flatter me. I know I'm old and fat, Roger used to tell me how undesirable I am all the time. Look at how gray my hair is starting to get."
"Forget that bullshit. You're only a few months older than me, and you know that I always crushed on you. To be honest, Roger was the only thing that kept me from going after you. If you're up for it, I would love to take you out to dinner some time get to know you again." Mike decided there was no point holding back, might as well go for the gusto, and he noticed that she was smiling.
"Sure, I like that idea. Do you like Chinese food? There's a new place over on Burns Circle that I've been thinking about trying."
"Yeah, you mean Hibachi Palace? I've had lunch there a few times, and their food is really good."
"Oh? Who were you taking to lunch? Someone from the office? Hmmmmmm?"
"No lunch dates, or dinner dates, or anything like that. Their lunch buffet is pretty decent, plus it's quick and easy when you gotta get back to work. Give me your cellphone number. I'll be out of town for the next couple of days for a seminar, and I can call you when I get back."
"Good idea. It's 555-2009. Call or text anytime."
"Anytime? Even if you're busy wearing out some batteries?"
"You are so deliciously naughty!", and she burst out into more laughter while walking towards the checkout registers. Angela was swaying her ample ass side to side, and Mike just stared. She looked back over her shoulder, and when she saw him watching, her smile returned. He stayed behind his cart to hide his hard on, but he decided it would be best to go pay at the self checkout rather than having to deal with a cashier. He finally abandoned the cart in the dark parking lot and went immediately home, making a mental note to return in a few days for the remaining items on his shopping list.
He then went home to relieve the boner with a slow masturbation session, imagining that Angela might be doing the same. In his mind she was laying back on her own bed with her knees up, fucking herself with the vibrator and moaning loudly while twisting her nipples with her other hand. That was just the inspiration he needed as he felt his balls tighten and he ejaculated onto the carpet.
The next morning, as he drove to the seminar, his mind kept going back to the conversation they had at the grocery store, and couldn't keep the smile off his face. He had dreamed of going out on a date with Angela many times before, but he honestly never expected it to be real.
