The place I go to. It’s where all the 20-30 something girls go too. And they’re all wearing their little crop tops or workout shorts. I know they’re not wearing them for me but FUCK do I still love that they’re wearing them. And grocery shopping is perfect. They’re looking for what they need and I can just stare at their perfectly round ass while pretending I need something from that aisle. My cock slowly throbbing to life as I stare.

I’d love to just give in one day and slide my hand on their ass or across their fit, exposed midriff. She looks appalled at first…but then sees that I’m handsome enough…sees my cock straining against my pants. Normally she’d kick my ass all up and down this store. But today she’s just a little flattered by it. She gives me a knowing wink and grazed her hand across my hard cock through my pants and walks away. But as she does she starts to pull her pants up higher and looks over her shoulder, watching as I absentmindedly drop my hand and to my pants. Laughing, knowing she actually has all the power. She bends over to get something from the lower shelf. I moan lightly but audibly and she stands up quickly looking offended as someone walks around the corner. My basket swings down and covers the tent in my pants and I pretend to be interested in, brown gravy mix…? Sure. Everyone believes that.

But we keep running into each other and she keeps teasing more, pulling her shirt lowe, showing more of her cleavage. My jaw dropping for a second, then I catch myself and keep walking the other way past her. We’re always going down the same aisle just different directions. I want to ask for her number or make some clever remark but I don’t. But I do clock what time she’s shopping…maybe she’ll be here next week and we can do it all again…maybe next week I’ll get the balls to ask her for a drink. I won’t. But maybe. In the meantime I’ll just slide into the bathroom after all my purchases are done and pretend for a little bit.