Archive-name: grocery-store

From: n8810182@henson.cc.wwu.edu (LittleOne)

Subject: Grocery Shopping (STORY)

Newsgroups: alt.sex


A Trip to the Grocery Store


I had just gotten back into town after a week of vacation. The milk was sour, the bread moldy and my potatoes had grown these hugh green stalks out of their `eyes`. I, of course, had no choice to make, if I wanted to eat, I needed to go to the grocery store.


As I unpacked hurriedly, I thought of the items I needed from the store. The list was short: Milk, eggs, bread, chicken, and vegetables. I could never make lists, just shop as I go.


I got in my car and headed to my favorite grocery store. The one with that gorgeous hunk of a night manager. My oh my!!!! I got excited just thinking of going through his check out. Hmmm, just who would be checking out whom???


Once inside the store, I glanced at the `desk` and didn`t see my hunk. Instead I saw the older manager. Damn! Oh well, I was hungry, so I started to push my cart down the first aisle.


Mayonaise, salad dressing, croutons, olives, and vinegar. Nope, didn`t need any of that. Refrigerator section. Chilled wine, champange, and wine coolers...


"Can I help you with anthing?"
"Uh, well, yes. If you were serving chicken for dinner, informally of course, would you drink a red wine, a white wine, or just a playful cooler?"
"I think I would drink a delicious fruity cooler."
"Any kind in particular?"
"Yes, that berry one there."
"Well, in that case, would you like to come over for dinner this evening?"
"What else are you serving?"
"Me, any way you`d like me."
"I`d like you sprawled out on a bear skin rug with berry wine cooler poured over you steamy hot pussy." ...


"Can I help you?" Oh goodness!!!! He is here and talking to me!!!! I blushed hoping he did not know the thoughts that ran through my mind.
"Uh, no, I have it thanks," I stammered. I lied. Of course he could help me. He could lick off that berry cooler I imagined all over me!


Puzzled, he walked away shaking his head. Nice ass! Wonderfully shaped cheeks you could just cup and squeeze.


I pushed my cart up the second aisle. Diet items, fruit juices, canned fruit, jello, pudding, ummm, marchino cherries...


So sexy he is to teasingly pull the cherry from the stem, so eager I am to lean over and greedily kiss his hot moist mouth, to take from him his cherry. He takes two more cherries from the jar, one for my begging mouth, the other for my eager pussy. Gently he pushes the cherry deeply into my love canal, then with out hesitation, procedes to eat his way to my hidden cherry...


I put the jar in my basket and then head towards aisle 3. Canned veggies, rice & soup. Nothing here worth getting tonight. Eggs and milk from the back wall find a place in the cart next to the cherries. Glancing farther into the dairy case, I notice a can of whipped cream. Oh the things I could do with that...


I shake the can furiously and then flip off the top.
"This is going to be cold you know."
"I know, but do it anyhow, baby!"
I turn the can upside-down and push the nozzle. First on his nose. I kiss him and loving lick his nose off. Next I lower the can to his nipples. He winces as th cold whipping cream comes in contact with his nipples. Down, down, I travel with that can, until I reach his fully erect penis.
"Are you sure you are ready?"
"Yes, please???"
I then empty a load of cream on the full length of his male hardness. Agan he winces, writhing in the pleasure to come. I put the can down and proceed to clean up the creamy `mess` I have made. Starting at the nipples, I gently suck off the cream, small little flickers of the tongue send waves of pleasure throughtout his body. I slowly work my way along the white line of whipped cream. Lips kissing, tounge flickering, fingers caressing as I move down that sleek and taunt stomach of his. I then reach his male pride and joy. I teasingly lick the pulsing member, then taking it`s length into my mouth. He moans softly. Flicker. Lick. Moan. Flicker, lick, moan. In this fashion, I easily bring him to an orgasm...


I put the can of whipping cream in my cart and head down the cookie aisle. Cookies, crackers... naa, don`t need any of that... to the front of the store. Past aisle 5, Don`t need any baking items, aisle 6, no cold ceral, aisles 7, 8, and 9, no paper products or cleaning items... i am hungry! Aisle 10, patato chips, warm soda. No no no....


Ahh, aisle 11, frozen food. I grab some frozen grape juice. Better get apple juice too, he likes that. As I reach for the Ben & Jerry Chocolate Chip Vanilla ice cream, the brightly colored popcicles in the next case catches my eye...


He grabs a popcicle out of the freezer and unwraps it. "Funny time to think about eatting," I thought to myself as I quietly finger my wet hole. He licks his rootbeer popcicle as he sits down on the floor below me. He kisses my moist, sticky love button and sends me through the roof. Gently he proceeds to push his popcicle into my pussy. I moan quietly. He licks the surrounding edges of my pussy while he pulls out the popcicle and pops it in his mouth.
"Tease!" I poutingly accuse him.
"Want more?" he asked.
Stupid question I thought to myself...


Shaking my head, I finish the walk down the aisle towards produce. I grab some potatoes, put them in a plastic bag and lay them in the cart next to the ice cream. Soon the broccoli, cauliflower and carrots find their places in the cart. By this time I am hotter than I could possibly believe and I look longingly at the cucumbers and bananas. Quickly I walk up the meat aisle and select my chicken. Having walked through the entire store, I head up to the check out counter to pay for my groceries. I pack my groceries and head home, alone, to cook dinner.


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