She first caught my eye a month ago. I'd been rushing toward the supermarket at the last minute, my mind a maze of ingredients I would need for dinner. I absentmindedly dodged past the other shoppers for an empty cart, my mind on one thing only (getting the hell out of there as soon as possible) and there she stood...

I'd never been someone who paid attention to door-greeters, or their little sales papers or offers of the latest great money-saving deal. In my plight to mark checks off my to-do list, they really were merely passing faces. But this girl, she made me stop mid-step.

Maybe it was the way she stood there, nodding her fake 'hello's' to passing shoppers, nonchalant in the way she ran her fingers through her messy hair. She had one of those hairstyles where one side was partially shaved, the other a mess of sultry waves. I could almost imagine tangling my fingers in it, gently pushing her head back to expose the soft skin of her neck. Or...maybe it was the way she winked at me, her eyes quickly averting to the shopper walking just ahead of me.

Oh, so she was brave...but also a little nervous. I liked that in a lover.

I smiled a nod 'hello' and made my way through the produce section, every now and then throwing a passing glance over my shoulder toward her figure. Steadily, she passed out of view. Still, she remained in the back of my head. The smile, the wink, the way her gaze followed me and then floated to some place beyond my head...as if she didn't want to be totally obvious.

Thirty minutes later and my shopping was complete. I was nervous as I walked toward the exit. It was my turn to smooth the wrinkles out of my shirt jacket with one hand as my other guided the cart in her direction. She still stood there, calling 'hello' and 'have a nice evening' to random passer-byers. It was obvious she said it to everyone. Was I merely misinterpreting something here? No, it was the wink. No one winked directly at someone else without there meaning....something.

Walking past her was going to be awkward. Should I look at her and say hello? Or should I smile and say nothing at all?

Just a few steps beyond the cheap lottery machines in their steady ding-dings and there she stood. She had a masculine type of gait in the way she stood and swayed. Nervously, or perhaps out of habit, she had the tendency to constantly toss her hair. As I neared, she was turned away from me. She didn't see me approaching, but I could see her clearly. I slowed my pace so my eyes could linger a little longer.

She was taller than me by only a few inches. Definitely slimmer. But where her thighs and ass lacked in thickness, I could definitely make up with mine. She was still cute, had a nice ass, pretty build, and a flat stomach. I could just imagine her legs intertwined with mine. I would run my fingertips down the crease of her well-toned abdomen. And she'd smile her little lop-sided smile. She had a peculiar type of smirk, one corner of her lips always turned upward, as if she were keeping a mischievous secret. And she was most definitely a secret I'd be willing to keep!

At last she turned toward me as I inched my cart past.

“You have a nice evening.” Her eyes crinkled at the corners as she smiled.

Damn, what I wouldn't do...

“You too,” I smiled back and tossed my hand a little wave in her direction.

I felt her eyes moving the length of my body as I walked toward the exit. I imagined her lids dropping as her gaze roamed the voluptuous curve of my ass. I knew I looked good from the back, but I didn't dare look over my shoulder for fear she'd read the lust in my face. And, after all, what if she weren't into women? What if I'd been wrong in my assumption?

I didn't let that stop me though. The drive home was rushed. At first tried to divert my train of thought, but halfway home I relented and my mind roamed. By the time I pulled into the driveway, my pussy was slippery inside my panties. I felt my juices dripping as my inner lips slipped against one another with every step. As soon as the groceries were haphazardly tucked away, I stole away to the bathroom. Panties cast aside, I straddled the toilet seat. I placed one hand on the wall behind the toilet to steady myself while the other hand teased my wet clit.

I imagined the girl with no name on her knees before me, her tongue running the length of my inner thighs before flickering across my clit. In my minds eye, I saw every detail of her face. Her lips would be wet with my juices, her face flushed with desire. Wavy locks of her messy hair falling across her left eye, her gaze steadily looking into mine. She would want to watch my face, control every reaction, moan back in response to my every gasp.

With one hand playing with my perky tits, she would slowly stuff two fingers inside my tight cunt, pumping it slowly while her tongue roamed every inch of my pussy. I would tangle my hand in her hair, wrap it around my fist and pull her head as close to me as possible while my hips gyrated against her face. She'd suck my clit and finger fuck me until I screamed for release. But right before I reached climax, she'd take her fingers out, slip her tongue deep inside me and ask me to cum inside her mouth...

I must have screamed out loud because someone was knocking on the door. I composed myself and washed my hands. The fantasy was over (for now). And besides, it was time for dinner...