Years I spent shopping at the same butcher, minding my business going about my things quickly so that I could be in and out.

That year it was different...

I left the house during my usual grocery shopping venture one day. Wearing my usual comfy attire... skin-tight leggings that appeared sheer in the sunlight and exposed only so much...a cropped tee and my feet in flip-flops revealing freshly painted toenails.

My first stop was always the butcher. After I entered, I went about my usual aisles in my very specific order. At the end of the first aisle, he was standing there, unpacking some stock into the freezer where I needed to be. He looked me up and down as I was walking towards him, and bit his bottom lip slightly. His eyes sparkled; they displayed wrinkles in the corners as he smiled. I pretended not to notice him. "Wow, what a beautiful day it is today," He uttered to his friend. Whilst looking at me. I stopped in front of him to grab my goods. He looked down at my toes for a while and proceeded to say... "Beautiful toes you have, Ma'am"... I looked up at him; my dirty mind responded..."Do you want them in your mouth while you fuck me?"

I simply replied, "Thank you so much, smiled, then went about my shopping.

After that, every shopping trip to the butcher was pure ecstasy. Weekly, playful, dangerous, and electrifying sexual energetic exchanges between us without physical contact, but if I could have my way, he would have been pounding my flesh to death any time. In the back of the stock room, on a pallet, at his place, in his car in the parking lot...Found out he has an identical twin brother😈...wild, wild thoughts, two of "him" with me in between.

Every time I arrived at the store, he would come out of the stock room as soon as I entered the building. I knew he was watching me on the cameras; the timing was no coincidence. Sometimes I'd find him between the stacked shelves, and then there he was, waiting. Just to say something to me, and I'd invite him to have a taste, come for a massage, have a 3some ... standing close enough for our clothes to touch...face to face. We didn't care about where we were.

He was 28; his nickname was "Smiley". He asked for my number the second time he saw me, but I was playing hard to get, and I didn't want him getting into any trouble. Someone caught him asking, though, so he definitely got into trouble😈, but when it suited me, I resorted to some old tricks and eventually got his number myself.

A good girl on a mission. I called in to his work office and requested to speak to him. He wasn't available at the time (assisting a customer), but then I insisted on the girl who gave me his number because he had offered to be a model/client for one of my massage classes. I needed to get hold of him urgently😈. He had hugged me once after a long period of not seeing each other; I could feel his body through his jumpsuit, so I knew my trick would work. We only chatted briefly after that.

Every time I left the store, I went home with a wet pussy. I would make Hubby feel her wetness; he was pleased...eager to quench my thirst for Smiley while I licked my juices from his fingers or watched him lick it off himself. Thoughts of Smiley while He⁸ fucks me. Two men fucking me at the same time...one physical, one in my mind, both in my mind... we're all intertwined.

We never got to engage in any other physical activity, but every interaction with him for the next year was pussy throbbing bliss, even when he said or did something to annoy me. I would go home to Hubby and show him my wet pussy and just how much I wanted Smiley, even though he annoyed me. Then we'd fuck him out of my system until the next encounter of the flirty kind😏

I still shop there. I haven't seen that smile in a while... sometimes I feel the urge to ask his friend about him. He knew all about the small talk we would have; I'm even sure he saw the pics I sent Smiley...

Still some remnants of a craving not satiated...