Cookie Crisp

The inspiration for this short story is a dream that I had recently. It is based loosely on real life happenings. I do indeed read erotica as I do my grocery shopping and yes I enjoy some of the attention I get as a result.

The store was crowded, people moving through aisles like herded sheep. I pushed my cart slowly, navigating the sea of humanity while casually reading the very graphic consensual non consent erotica on my phone.

I am quite amused by the soft gasps and looks of shock on the faces of the women noticing my very healthy bulge that is now tenting my grey basketball shorts as I pass them in the cereal aisle.

It was your eyes that drew my attention first. You were very deliberately trying to make eye contact with me. With contact made your eyes narrowed and your gaze lower across my broad chest, then my stomach and very slowly to my now very erect cock. I hadn’t noticed you moving closer to me until your eyes met mine once again. I blushed slightly as you bite your lower lip and broke eye contact.

In a matter of a few moments I drank in every part of you. The way your nipples strained against the fabric of your dress. The way your dress hugged the curves of your hips. The way you move as you sashay past me and brush the tip on my cock with your hip. Every step, every motion was deliberate and with purpose.

The contact was like the most wonderful lightning bolt struck me. I was suddenly very aware of every movement you made. I watched you like a lion watching its next kill. That’s when I saw my opening. As you reach to the very top shelf for a box of cookie crisp that you, “couldn’t quite reach.” As you stand on your tip toes I close the gap between us. I reach over your right shoulder and press my cock into your backside.

My body is on fire. With the underside of my cock nestled perfectly between your ass cheeks I can feel the absence of panties. I put my hand on your left hip and gently but firmly pull you back and say, "pardon me little one. Did you need a hand?” All you can manage out of your sweet little lips is a gasp, the slightest of moans and ,”mmm-hmmm.”

You grind your ass into me as I hand you the box of cereal. I squeeze your hips and growl into your ear, “I know a cock hungry slut when I see one.” I can feel the heat from your cheeks. You slowly lower yourself back down so your heels touch the floor again. You can feel your own wetness beginning to run down your thigh. You slowly turn to face me, your cheeks a pleasing shade of red. You look up at me with doe eyes, “Yes Sir.”

I look into your eyes hungrily and as I lick my lips and say, "Same time next week, wear something that you don’t mind being ruined.” I smile and walk away leaving you a hot dripping wet mess.

I love grocery shopping. You meet the most interesting people.