I was lounging around the house sipping tea. It was a dull Sunday afternoon and I wondered what the day had in store. I was wondering what to do to liven myself up. I absentmindedly reached down and caressed my shaven pussy. I was in the mood for a hard fuck from some fit, young stud.
I set down my tea and padded into the bedroom to get dressed. Removing my robe, I stood and admired myself in the full-length mirror. At thirty-five I had already been divorced, had no kids, but still maintained a fantastic body with regular visits to the gym. I touched my taut nipples and was shocked at how sensitive they were. I desperately needed a fuck.
I pulled on a pair of white panties that immediately slipped up the crack of my ass at the back, and that were transparent. I then slipped on a bra that barely covered my brown nipples. A leather miniskirt and a red top finished my ensemble. And I was ready for a day of fucking.
***
I pulled my red Mini Cooper into the parking lot of my local supermarket.
I'd found out, after years of "research", that the best place to meet really sexy guys was at a supermarket. They seemed to understand the deep-needs of a woman.
It was on isle twelve that I saw him. He had the cutest ass I had ever seen. He was wearing tight jeans and a polo top. When he turned around, he had a gorgeous boyish looking face. God, I hope he's not gay, I thought.
I suddenly remembered I needed some bread. I bent over to reach the bread. My tight buttocks were directly in his view. This was the all-important test. When I stood up and turned around I saw the flustered look on his face and the slight bulge in his pants.
Great, now the next step I thought.
"Hello, my name is Donna."
"Hi, I'm Phil, nice to meet you."
"Look," I began, "I'm not usually this forward, but I'm extremely attracted to you."
