I walked around the supermarket, checking items off on my shopping list as I threw them into my basket. As I rounded into the crips and savoury snacks aisle, looking at the floor as I so often do, I spied a beautiful set of ankles held up by enormous high heel shoes. I stopped in my tracks and stared after them as they walked away. My eyes drifted up, following the ankles up to the knees and then to the soft whites of her thighs. As my eyes travelled up I noticed the bottom of her buttocks just below the hem line of her short denim skirt. Nice, very nice, I thought to myself. I followed her around into the next aisle, my shopping list now secondary to finding out who the legs and butt-cheeks belonged to. She was getting a head of me now, I could see her full figure, guessing her age (it's so difficult to tell from behind) to be somewhere mid-forties. Above her blue denim skirt, small rounds of flesh hung slightly over the waistband, just missing being covered by a tight fitting silk blouse. As she rounded the end of the aisle I caught her side on, huge breasts sticking out over a slightly rounded stomach, the blouse only done up so far to allow her full cleavage to be on display, and a hint of leopard print bra.
I continued to follow her around the supermarket, thinking all manner of nasty thoughts about what I'd like to do with her. My cock was semi hard now as I imagined bending her over, a finger on her clit and my cock thrusting, ten to the dozen, in and out of her cunt. Then she stopped, turned around, I almost walked into her. "Are you following me?"
"I was just admiring your legs."
"Really? A young thing like you? You must be all of twenty-five."
"I can't help that," I said, "like I can't help noticing your legs."
She laughed at that then looked me up and down. She noticed my cock, semi-erect, causing a bump in my jeans. "You do seem to like my legs, how about my tits?"
The surprise of being caught looking and the embarrassment of it as well meant that I'd not even looked properly at those giant breasts since she had turned to me face on. I took a look, a real long look almost to the point of falling into them. "They..." I began, "they are beautiful."
"I bet you'd like to touch them?"
"Here?" I said, a little shocked.
"Don't be silly, put your basket down and follow me, but not too close." She walked off in front of me, I waited back a little and then followed, still eyeing up those legs. We walked to the front of the store behind the check outs, through the door to the toilets and into the disabled one. "I like a lot of room," she said after closing and locking the door. "So...." she said, looking me up and down, "you've been looking at my legs and tits, now I wanna see what you got to offer me."