Elena Wythe twisted her wedding ring and pulled it slowly off. She always felt a tinge of sadness doing that before one of her encounters, for her husband, he was a good guy really. But he'd know who she was when they met. They'd know each other for years. She through her bag over her shoulder and marched in to the supermarket, her wavy black hair bouncing behind her. She is white but neatly tanned. She liked to keep herself looking good. Friends of hers who'd been married for five years or more had started to let themselves go, but Elena took good care of herself.
She walked up to a tall man in the produce isle and stood beside him, "These banana's aren't big enough," she said, the way they'd arranged online.
"I've got a few in my van out back if you'd like to take a look."
He walked away without saying another look.
Elena continued to shop for a few minutes, she didn't want to seem to eager.
She stood in front of the butcher block, fantasizing over sausages. The man had claimed to be be very large and had hinted that he had a friend she might meet who had a 12" penis. She was going to view today as an audition.
"Can I help you miss?"
She snapped back to earth when the butcher spoke to her.
"Oh, no, I was just looking at your meat." She hadn't meant to flirty; definitely not so cornily, but her mind was in the gutter. "Big boy," she added in a whisper, throwing caution to the wind.
The Butcher, leaned forward. "Well, little lady you can check out my meat anytime."
She looked at him. "I'm Sam," he said, apropos of nothing.
"Sam, if you have a break coming up I'll be in a van in back for a while with some friends. It's just a little party, but if you'd drop by, I'd love to see you."
She turned on her heels and walked away directly. Hiking her purse on her shoulder she walked directly out of the store and made a left,following the parking lot around. Passing her own blue sedan on the way around.
There was a black van with no back windows parked alone in the back parking lot. Elena walked toward it, standing up as tall as her 5'3" frame would let her, very high heels accentuating her legs pursing her lips slightly, wishing she'd worn bright red lipstick. She was so conscious of being watched, it was intoxicated. The van had California plates. She worried about that for a second, but when you're getting in to a van with a complete stranger whose real name you don't know you can't start sweating the details.
She knocked on the side door, and there was no response.
She could hear a little noise inside, she walked around back and knocked on the back door. It seemed like there might be some sex going on inside the van, it was creaking a little and there were little repetitive thumpings coming from inside.
She reached up and opened up the door herself.
The van was dark inside, the front of the storage area was blocked off from the driver's area allowing only a few shafts of light through.
