All of the characters in this story are older than 18.
I woke up early the next day and slipped out of the bed. My cousin had held me close all night like his own personal call and so I really didn't want to get up. I went in the bath room and showered and cleaned myself up. I made sure to shave again so that my entire body would be smooth in case anything should happen later in the day. I had grabbed a thong out of the stash my cousin had given me and put it on. I loved the way that it felt in my ass crack as it rubbed gently against my boi pussy.
I pulled on some shorts and a t-shirt and walked out into the living room. My aunt was sitting there drinking her morning coffee. I could sense she was wanting to ask me something but was holding back.
"Could you run into town for me and get some things from the grocery store?" She asked as she handed me list and 40 dollars. I didn't have time to really think about it as I shuffled out to the car. "Tell Mr Shealy I said hello," was what I heard as I shut the car door.
Mr Shealy was the manager at the grocery store in town. He was an older black gentleman who always had a kind word to say to my aunt whenever we were in the store. I drove into town and when I got to the store there were only a few patrons shopping and so I started on the hunt to find all the items on my list.
I had almost everything on the list in the cart and was searching for the last few items. I couldn't find one thing in particular. I was squatting down looking on the bottom shelf when I heard a warm deep voice ask if I needed help. I stood up and smiled and said hello to Mr Shealy.
"Aunt Nanny said to tell you hello. Im looking for this can you help me find it?" I asked. Mr Shealy smelled really nice and I never noticed how tall and how broad his shoulders were. I couldn't help but glance at his crotch and wonder what was hidden in his pants. Id noticed myself doing this more and more lately.
"I think I have some of that in the back, give me a second and Ill be right back." Mr Shealy walked up front and told his cashier that he would be in the back looking for a specialty item for a customer. He came back to where I was standing and then we walked into the back storeroom together. "Your Aunt Nanny is one of my most special customers, how has she been doing," he asked as he searched for the mysterious item.
"Can I help you with anything Mr. Shealy," I asked as I walked over closer to him.