*All characters are fictional. This is the second work in what I plan on turning into a series of the same characters. I have taken feedback and hope this story shows improvement as I look to excite you and improve on the mistakes of the first. As always any feedback is greatly appreciated and I want to thank you all that wish to take this journey of literature.
Sunday has rolled around again, and I find myself sitting in my car in the parking lot. The engine idles softly as I look at the entrance to the grocery store watching patrons enter and exit. I shake my head, thinking to myself "Why am I here again, why do you draw me here every single week?" I take a long deep breath, my chest filling with air, and I let out a long slow exhale, trying to steady my mind and nerves. My internal conversation continues "I know you have a man in your life, weeks I have seen you, adjusted my schedule, and yet receive nothing more than just subtle notices from you. Why? Why can't I get you out of my mind?"
My mind continues to race, but last week, everything changed, we finally exchanged a few words together. I remember the music to my ears that is your voice, the gentle laugh, the smile, the way your eyes lit up, and your subtle scent of vanilla, jasmine, and your natural scent. Every detail about you is replaying in my mind. How do I get your attention? How do I either quench this fire of need, or turn it into a similar inferno inside you? I take another deep breath, shaking my head as if to clear a fog that has settled over my mind. I do not want to be this way, so needlessly infatuated with you, so lost in wanting to know you, to experience you; and yet I cannot seem to shake the spell that you unknowingly cast over me.
I let out my breath, and with a shaky hand reach up turning off the engine. Pocketing my keys I exit my vehicle, ensuring the door is locked. With a slow but confident stroll I head to the entrance. Moving through the sliding front doors, the familiar sounds meet my ear, squeaky carts, soft chatter, and sounds of plastic. The familiar smells of the bakery meet my nostrils mixed with the subtle sweetness of fruit. I grab my shopping cart and begin to slowly make my way through the aisles. I cannot help but glance at my watch, my hand shaking with uncontrolled excitement, you should be here at any moment. Stopping at the endcap to an aisle, my eyes casually scan items and keep a discreet view of the entrance.
The doors slide open, and suddenly you are there. I cannot tell if it's the sunlight drifting in or my own imagination, but you have a soft aura of light around you. I watch as you grab your basket and admire your beauty, grace, and sensual appeal. The familiar man that accompanies you strolls in behind you, but for now I pay him no mind, instead focused on you. Unlike last week when you were dressed in casual torn jeans and a T-shirt, this week is even more exciting. I take in the black pleated skirt that comes just above your knees, the tight form fitting light blue tank top, and black sandals. Your hair, cascading down to your just below your shoulders moves with the promise of a soft silky feel. Your eyes, bright and welcoming, indicate the kind and friendly nature you must possess, your lips wearing that familiar soft tone. I take in a deep inhale to steady myself, before casting another glance your way, admiring the gentle curves of your body, the way the tank top reveals the subtle swell of your chest and view of cleavage. My eyes admire your legs, toned, smooth, and the quiet but bold attention they command from me. I see you pull out your shopping list from your purse and begin your walk towards the aisles.
I quickly shove my cart down an aisle, leaning against the shelves trying to collect my own thoughts and composure. I finally collect myself, tame my lust as much as I can, and begin to wander down the row I am in. I move slowly, knowing soon I will see you wander down one of the aisles I am in. The minutes tick by, my mind half on my own shopping, the other half consumed with you, stretching into what seems like an eternity. Finally, as I am a quarter way down, I see you finally catch up to the row I am in, my breath instantly catching in my chest. I move my cart forward, each step of my legs feel like they are full of concrete as I am acutely reminded of the effect and power you hold over me. My mind swims the small interaction from last week, and I want to build on that, gain more of your attention, questioning if you even recognize me from week to week. I watch you move closer in my direction, your eyes locked on the shelves, picking out an item from your list.
My jealousy flares as I see the man with you every week lean over your shoulder grabbing a box of pasta off the shelf placing it in the basket. I can't help but feel envious of him, him close to you, wishing it was me reaching over you, brushing against you. Our carts near, and as we pass you cast a glance my direction. The world melts away as you smile and lift your fingers off the handle of the cart, combined with your smile in a subtle gesture hello. My heart pounds in my chest ready to leap from my body. You noticed me, you recognized me, and offered the smallest gesture of acknowledgement. I smile, trying desperately to hide the flush of my cheeks from your simple act, instead offering the smallest nod in response, a silent but visible 'hello' back to you.
As I pass you, I take a deep breath, taking in the scent that is the familiar mix of vanilla, jasmine, and you. My head feels a surge of excitement at smelling you. I cast a quick glance back, getting a quick peek at your legs and butt. My mind immediately races with thoughts of you, images flash in my head of my hands running along your thighs. I imagine the feel of your smooth skin, of the heat of your body, imagining my hands sliding to the hem of your skirt, my fingers slipping just underneath. I can picture my lips meeting yours, pressing close to you as you slip your arms around my shoulders. I imagine the feel, the tender, wet, and sweet taste of your lips. My hands begin to slide up your legs, finding the soft feel of your butt, the edge of your lace panties delicate under my touch.
