Midnight was her favorite time to shop. She was up, working in the evenings left her mornings for sleep. Home for a few hours, free form the confines of professional dress, she could throw on sweats and a t-shirt and sweep through the aisles. Shopping during the day required a certain level of appearance. But the relative obscurity of her late night stroll allowed her more...freedom.
Many women standing less than 5 ft tall and barely 100 pounds would hide their body. Layering clothes like armor to ward off uncomfortable interest and potential incident. While not flaunting her taut skin and firm features, she quietly took a different approach. She reveled in the freedom she felt constrained by neither bra or panties beneath the loose pants and slightly flowing button up shirt. The curls of her raven black hair fell well short of her tanned shoulders. Even the glasses she proudly wore helped weave the image of sensual confidence, and openness to new experiences.
Tossing her purse into the cart she began her carefree stroll through the produce aisles. Wandering the aisles nothing was really grabbing her. She was here more out of a need to be stimulated in some way than to satisfy any particular hunger. Turning through the bakery toward the butcher she struck something, and struck it hard!
All she could see was a head of dark brown hair, and a large tan skinned hand rubbing vigorously at it. As she gasped and rushed around the cart, he began to rise in front of her. She stopped at the front of the cart and followed his face to its final height. Standing comfortably 6'4, and broad shouldered, his brown eyes squinted against the stars he saw in them.
She stood, lips slightly parted, muscles loosening as she thought to herself 'This is what I come to the grocery store to see!' She quickly regained herself and grabbed his arm asking if he was OK. She would of helped with his head, but she could not reach. Another realization that made her legs tingle ever so slightly.
Regaining his usual facial features he looked down and couldn't help but smile into the warm brown eyes staring up at him. Taking the night manager job seemed questionable at the time. But it did have its perks. Now the least of which were the gorgeous women who appeared, secluded from the masses of daytime, and the rush of tight schedules. And this tiny beauty was the best of the best. He noticed her the first time she swayed through his store and had kept his eyes opened for her frequent returns since.
He hadn't ever stood so close to her before. The depth of her eyes, the smooth skin, even the scent of her, not perfumed, but still intoxicating, convinced him he had to make a move. Her thin fingers gripped his arm, pretending to hold him upright.
The rising bump on his head forgotten, he smiled bigger and said to her, 'Its my break, and I have the key to the Cafe, if you would like to join me?'
