I saw her in the supermarket. It was rather late and there weren't many customers so when this lovely young thing strolled past I noticed her. She was in her early twenties, a blonde with brown eyes, which strongly hinted that she wasn't a blonde. Didn't matter. She looked good.
She was average height, say five foot six, and her weight was probably around one twenty five pounds. Not much more than that, would be my guess. She looked quite fit and had a deliciously curvy figure. My immediate thought, perv that I am, was that I wouldn't be kicking her out of my bed. My second thought was just as bad, namely wondering what she would look like naked. I know, I'm an evil minded young man with sex on the brain. In other words, typical.
She was wearing a short skirt, rather tight, and what they call a gypsy blouse, loose fitting with a generous neck-line. I might point out that she had enough super-structure to make that blouse not so loose fitting in places.
I wasn't in any great hurry so I meandered along behind her, enjoying the way her buttocks swished back and forth under her skirt. My dreams were answered when she dropped something and bent down to pick it up. Possibly she should have crouched, but she didn't. She just bent at the hip and her tight skirt rode up, revealing a tiny pair of lacy panties. She straightened up, automatically adjusting her skirt, and continued on her way, me ambling along behind, tied to her by a strong sense of lust.
I was fairly certain that she'd noticed me there but hey, I was just doing my own shopping. Nothing anyone could object to. Whatever, she completely ignored me, going about her business. I had to approve of her single minded determination to do her shopping, even if it did seem to involve a lot of bending over to examine things on the bottom shelves. Maybe she needed contact lenses.
It occurred to me while we were wandering down the next aisle that a gentleman would have reached up and passed down that item she wanted from the top shelf. I guess I'm no gentleman. My eyes were firmly glued on the rising hem of her skirt as she stretched and I was far too preoccupied to think of giving her a hand. I should say helping hand. If I put my hand where I wanted to all hell would have broken loose.
I couldn't help but wonder what would be the result if I was standing on the other side of her when she bent over. Like I said, gypsy blouse, loose with a generous neckline. Just how generous, I wondered. She was busy scanning a shelf for something or other so I drifted past her and stopped at a shelf further down. Next time she bent over my head swivelled around and my eyes damn near popped.
The neckline was generous enough and the blouse loose enough for me to see clear down to her navel, if it hadn't been for the two wondrous globes that stopped my view. Yes, I had to admit that she was wearing a bra, a lacy red number that matched the panties, but that bra was pure decoration. It might have covered her nipples but you couldn't prove it by what I saw. For a moment I considered doing the rest of my shopping walking backwards, just so I could watch her bend forward occasionally. Wiser councils prevailed, damn it.
She had definitely noticed me now and it seemed to me that the best thing I could do was move along, wishing I didn't have to. Then I decided that moving on was the second best thing. The best thing was to introduce myself.
"Hi," I said. "The names Brand. And you are?"
I left it hanging.
"Not interested," she said.
"Odd name," I told her. "How do you spell Not?"
"Quite simply," she said. "It's G O A W A Y. Do you think I haven't noticed you following me and perving on me every chance you can?"
"No, really, I haven't," I protested.
"Oh? Which chance did you miss?"
Sarcasm yet. I sighed, sadly shaking my head.
