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| AN INTERESTING TRIP TO THE SUPERMARKET by Janey Nic was in a hurry. She had had a stressful day at work dealing with the public and desperately wanted to go home, have a bath, open a bottle of wine and chill out with a chick flick. First however she had to go to the supermarket to buy the wine and get something to eat, either a pizza or a ready meal that she could put in the oven and it would be ready when she had finished her bath. Unable to decide what to have she bought pizza and ready meals; she’d decide what to have when she got home. The single bottle of wine extended to a case when she saw that the wine she particularly liked was on special offer with a third off, plus an extra 10% if you bought a case. With an offer like that, how could she refuse? To accommodate the wine she had to swap her basket for a trolley that she soon filled with all manner of other goods. Satisfied she had everything (and more) that she needed, Nic headed for the checkout. As she approached the end of the aisle she found herself being rammed by a trolley doing a vast rate of knots. “Ouch you fucking idiot!” she screamed, the pent up emotions of the day getting the better of her. “This is a shop not the dodgem’s at a funfair!” She rubbed her injured thigh, hissing in pain. “Are you alright? Oh bloody hell, I’m so sorry.” The poor man who had hit her, and, in Nic’s opinion ought to be charged with driving a trolley with undue care and attention and a host of other misdemeanours, had gone as white as a sheet. “Are you hurt? I should have been more careful but I was in such a hurry.” “Aren’t we all!” she barked in response, her thigh now throbbing and aching like hell. “You ought to pay more attention to what you’re doing, I could have been a child you know.” Nic studied him, her rancour toward him gradually fading as she caught the sadness on his face; a rather cherubic, cute kind of face, she found herself thinking, with beautiful large expressive brown eyes. Why was she paying so much attention to a man who had probably given her a huge unsightly bruise? Because he was gorgeous, she told herself. He was smaller than average height but it didn’t bother her, in her mind she had a vision of them walking on a sun kissed beach hand in hand, obviously deeply in love. With a jolt she realised that he was talking to her. “Sorry, I’ll be fine.” “I can’t tell you how sorry I am. I hope that I haven’t caused you too much damage.” “Really, I’ll be ok. It was the shock more than anything.” “If you’re sure, I’ll leave you to do your shopping. Take care and try to avoid other lunatics that can’t drive these damned things!” Oh that smile, I think I’m in love, thought Nic, he is so adorable. “Thanks for your concern, bye now.” Her credit card took a serious battering but all Nic was concerned about was getting home, she was so tired. “Hey wait!” Nic turned round and saw the very cute cherubic trolley lunatic waving madly at her, and rushing (again) towards her. “I’m glad I caught you before you got to your car,” he panted. “I bought a little something for you as a way of saying sorry. I watched you go through the checkout and prayed I’d catch you before you drove away; just let me find it.” He rummaged through his bags then brandished a box of continental chocolates at her. “Despite being supermarket chocolates they were expensive but no less than you deserve. I notice that you’re limping a little, that must be really stinging.” “There’s no need for this, honestly, but thank you. I’ve had them before and they are totally scrumptious!” Nic was blushing she couldn’t help it. When she took the chocolates she touched his hand; the electric shock that charged through her astounded her. How could she be falling for a complete stranger? “I’ll help you put your things in your car,” he smiled tenderly, his voice soft and mellow. “And I won’t take no for an answer before you say it.” With a heavy heart Nic waved goodbye to him as she began the final leg of her journey home. Once home Nic went upstairs to run her bath, she then put the pizza in the oven taking care to set the timer so that it would start cooking in forty minutes time. She also put two of the bottles of wine in the fridge and the few frozen items that she had purchased in the freezer. She would deal with the rest later. Laid back relaxing in the luxurious foam bubbles Nic found her thoughts drifting again to the short dark haired cute stranger that she had bumped into, or rather who had literally bumped into her at the supermarket. Her right hand drifted down between her legs as she imagined what an accomplished lover he would be. She stroked herself absently, lost in emotions that he was stirring up. In her mind it was him that was caressing her. When her orgasm gently washed over her she saw him smiling at her. Dressed in a pale lemon, cotton short pj set, Nic put away the rest of the shopping and a piece of paper fluttered down to the floor. Curious as to what it could be Nic picked it up and read it: Hi there, I know that this is very cheeky of me considering I have injured your thigh with my reckless driving but I’d like to share the wine and chocolates with you. My name is Sean and I hope you’ll call me on: 00123456789. I’m looking forward to seeing you under more pleasant circumstances. Love Sean X X X X Strange that the note should trigger the pain in her thigh again, which was now covered by a wonderfully deepening bruise. In the bath her thoughts of the man, Sean, had acted as analgesia, taking the pain and discomfort away. With reckless abandonment Nic picked up the phone and called him. “Lo.” “Hi, this is the shopper you assaulted a little earlier,” she said lightly. “Why the hell I’m doing this I have no idea but I have pizza in the oven if you would like to share it with me.” “I’d love to, if you’re sure.” “No I’m not sure I’m doing the right thing but I’m sure I’d like you to come over so what do you say?” There was a nervous giggle. “Give me your address and I’m on my way.” It would take him about twenty minutes to arrive so Nic took the pizza out of the oven and reset the timer. She also got some garlic bread out of the freezer. “Hey right on time,” she grinned inviting him into her home, catching sight of the taxi leaving her drive. “Come on through to the kitchen.” “Do you want to tell me your name? I did ask on the phone but you didn’t tell me.” “I didn’t? You must think me very rude, I’m sorry about that, I’m Nic.” “Hi Nic, and I promise not to cause you any more bruises.” He sniffed the air and sighed. “Smells good, garlic bread too by any chance?” “Is that ok?” “Love it!” Without asking Sean if he wanted anymore wine, Nic automatically refilled his glass. “I noticed the taxi so I know that you aren’t driving.” He chuckled with laughter. “I wasn’t sure what to do,” he explained. “If I came in my car and we got along, I wouldn’t be able to drink more than a glass; if I came by taxi and we didn’t get on, it could take a while to get a cab to go home.” “But we are getting on and you don’t need to think about calling for a taxi for quite a while yet.” “That bruise is very bad, I’m sorry,” he said sadly as Nic walked back to the fridge with the wine. “It’s not too bad,” Nic sighed reassuringly, clearing the plates into the sink. “I had a long soak in the bath and…” she stopped, finding herself blushing as she recalled her bath time activities. “And?” “Erm, I guess that helped take the sting out.” Sean stood beside her when she began washing the pots, Nic feeling his breath on the back of her neck, aware that her chest was now heaving as her breathing grew quicker and quicker. “It’s sore and swollen.” “Ahh,” Nic hissed when his hand delicately slid over the sore skin. He hadn’t hurt her; he was turning her on. “Such a shame to spoil such beautiful skin like that. I wonder what I can do to make it better.” Nic shuddered; she hadn’t anticipated him to nuzzle her neck. When he kissed the sensitive skin beneath her ear, she wanted to melt. How was it possible for him to make her act so out of character? She didn’t know, nor quite frankly did she care. All Nic was bothered about was if Sean was as good a lover as she imagined he would be. Sean put his hands on her shoulders then slowly slid them down her arms until his hands were caressing hers beneath the hot soapy water, intertwining his fingers with hers, massaging them erotically before paying attention to her palms and then the delicate skin of her inner wrist. Nic leaned against him, his erection pressing against her bottom and sighed heavily. He was transporting her to heaven and she did not want him to stop. Surprising him she took her hands out of the water, reached behind and started stroking his hair, not caring that she was getting it wet or covering it with suds from the washing up liquid. He whimpered in delight at her response, pleased she wanted him as much as he wanted her, then he placed his dripping wet hands under the t-shirt top of her pyjama’s caressing her voluptuous bare breasts, deciding that the top was restricting him too much. He swiftly tugged it over her head, then spun her around and dipped his head, taking each nipple in turn into his mouth, teasing them with light grazes from his teeth. Nic gasped for breath, her instinct wanted this man to continue to excite her but a nagging voice kept telling her that she was being irresponsible, but she shrugged it off. This was exactly what she needed. Sean winked at her as he started kissing his way down her body. He knelt on the floor, kissing her thighs, oh how she ached for him – THERE! Perhaps he had the ability to read minds because no sooner had she thought it than her shorts were at her ankles and Sean’s right first finger was stroking up and down her opening, teasing her highly aroused bud with fleeting featherlight strokes. “Lean back and rest on the cupboards and worktop Nic, and put a leg over my shoulder.” No way was she going to refuse, her body was practically screaming out for him. With a leg over his shoulder, she was now open to him, just watching him study her most intimate place, and it was making her reach fever pitch. What the hell would she be like when he stopped looking and actually did something? “Oh Sean,” she panted, “please.” A coquettish giggle escaped his lips, one hand moved to the top of her thigh to open her yet wider, with the other he stroked the sensitive skin covering her stomach making her buck into his waiting mouth. Oral sex had always been a disappointment for Nic, until now. Sean was only too aware of how to excite her. A sudden reddening spread over her cheeks; if she were only half as wet as she thought she was then she was highly arouse. What would he think of her? There would be time to worry about that later, right now she had to stay in control of her faculties as his tongue drove her into the glorious aching of a multiple orgasm. Gasping and panting heavily, her fingers dug into his hair trying to encourage him to cease his onslaught on her highly sensitised bud, but he wouldn’t; he kept licking her. “No more!” Nic finally managed to yell, her clit so tormented by pleasure and attention that it almost hurt. Sean rose from the floor put his arms around her and kissed her like she was the love of his life and he never wanted to let her go. It was strange; tasting her juices on his tongue but it merely served to heighten her passion and desire. She had never been so wanton with a partner before this. Still stood against the kitchen units being kissed frantically by this practical stranger, she reached to open his flies, his cock was so hard. Nic stroked it slowly but Sean quickly took her hand away and thrust inside her, making her moan. She curled a leg around his waist and matched his thrusts with enthusiasm. Carried away by another orgasm building inside, her fingernails scraped over his naked backside making him hiss at the initial pain and then increase the depth and force of his thrusts. They shuddered and yelled together, their orgasm’s driving over them spectacularly. “I have a confession to make,” said Sean, cuddling up to Nic in bed in the early hours of the morning after making love several more times. “Which is?” “I’d tried to attract your attention in that blasted shop a few times but you were always in a little world of your own, so I decided to resort to underhand measures.” “Like causing me pain and giving me an injury?” Nic giggled and planted some tiny kisses on his chest. “I didn’t intent to be quite so forceful, it was supposed to be a little tap,” he blushed, stroking her long brown hair. “I’m sorry, I was a bit over zealous.” “Over zealous or not it did the trick Sean.” “Can I see you again?” “On one condition.” “Name it.” “That you never came anywhere near me with a bloody shopping trolley again!” “It’s a deal!” he laughed, tilting her head and giving her a deep passionate kiss. The end. <<< Janey's stories |