She reached out to pick up one of the boxes of freezer bags, and suddenly a crazy impulse struck her. Instead of grabbing a box from the middle shelf, she bent at the waist and reached for one of the bigger boxes from the bottom shelf. She kept her legs straight and her feet apart, and her heart pounded as she imagined the view of her pussy that she was giving him.
Molly held the pose while she pretended to examine the box in her hand, then she straightened and dropped the box into her empty basket. Flustered by her brazen act of exhibitionism, she couldn’t bring herself to face the man again. She kept her back to him as she walked swiftly away. This time she didn’t look at him as she turned out of the aisle, but kept going until she was back among the cat food.
She leaned against a shelf, her legs trembling. Had she really just done that? Bent over in front a stranger, showing her pussy to him as if she was a mare eager to be mounted? How could she have done something so crazy? Even worse, when she tried to imagine how it must have looked, either from his perspective or from the perspective of someone looking down the aisle, the images she painted in her mind only made her more turned on. Her body hummed with need and it took all her willpower to keep her hands from touching herself.
Movement drew her attention to the end of the aisle, and she looked in that direction. He was standing there. Mr. Sparking Water. He had left his cart behind to follow her and now he was walking right towards her. Molly froze and watched his approach anxiously. She tried to think of her speech, about how she was a New York Times bestselling author and eccentric or whatever it was she had planned to say. It didn’t seem like much of an explanation anymore, not after she had bent over to offer him a view of her wet pussy. Bending over naked in a fuck-me position pretty much explained itself.
Now the man stood right in front of her, and Molly gazed up at him, searching his dark green eyes for his intentions. She waited for him to speak, but he remained silent, studying her. She noticed his hand rising, and it caused her to inhale audibly, trembling, wondering what part of her body he intended to touch. He reached for her face, for a strand of hair that had separated from the rest and now fell across her eyes. His hand was steady as his fingers caught that strand of hair and pushed it back with the rest, gently tracing a line over her temple and down her cheek.
Molly reached up and caught his hand. She brought it to her mouth, and her lips slid around his index finger. Her eyes held his gaze as she eased his finger into her mouth, sucking it, her tongue tracing a circle around it.
He pulled his finger free. He leaned forward and she rose to meet him and suddenly she was kissing him. His hands were on her bare back, pulling her towards him, and now his hands were on her ass as he kissed her fiercely. They kissed again, and he brought a hand to her breast, squeezing it. Molly moaned audibly, astonished at the pleasure he teased from her sensitive nipple.
Molly leaned back, feeling a shelf against her shoulders. She lifted a foot and set it on a lower shelf, opening her legs, and he eagerly accepted her invitation, his hand sliding between her legs to cup her pussy. She gasped as she felt him part her labia, pushing them to the side and easing a finger between them. So easy for him to do when nothing was in his way! They kissed, their tongues meeting. His strong fingers stroked her pussy, but what she really wanted was to feel his fingers deep inside her… one, two, maybe all his fingers… she wanted to feel them digging in her, filling her…
“Excuse me!” A voice spoke sharply from right next to them.
Molly broke the kiss and tried to identify the source of the voice. It was a thin white man with short military hair and a stern expression. Molly recognized the uniform he wore, with the blue vest, and she saw his name tag which read ‘store manager’.
“Excuse me!” the manager said again, louder, and Molly stood up straighter, putting her left foot back on the ground, and the man she’d been kissing took a step back from her, pulling his hands away from her body. They both looked towards the stern figure who had joined them.
The manager said, “We’ve been getting some complaints, and I’m sure you know this is not appropriate behavior for this store. I’m going to have to ask you to leave, please.”
“Both of us?” Molly asked.
“Yes, both of you,” the manager said. “Right now.”
“But… can he pay for his food? He has a cart full of things…”
“No,” the manager replied. “You both need to leave right now.”
The last thing Molly wanted was to attract any more attention. People had complained? Did that mean someone had stood watching her while she let a stranger put his hands all over her nude body? Or maybe they had complained as soon as they saw her walking naked into the store. Probably it was the woman she passed in the cereal aisle. Yes. She would bet money it was that woman.
So much for her Dr. Pepper. But she couldn’t say she hadn’t anticipated the possibility that the store might refuse her service. Molly didn’t bother to look at the handsome man who had just had his fingers in her pussy, nor did she say anything to the stone-faced store manager. She just turned and headed toward the store exit.
“Sure… go ahead and throw me out,” she muttered. “But I bet your eyes are on my ass right now.” As she walked out of the store, she passed a short old man walking in. He stopped to stare, but she didn’t even look at him.
She stopped just outside the door, closing her eyes and feeling the sun on her skin. Did she have enough now for her book? Was this enough experience to draw from? Yes, she felt like it was. When she considered the Annabella scene now, the words seemed to come easily to her mind.
Back to the house, then, and back to the writing. Just because she had committed indecent exposure didn’t mean she was off the hook for her daily word count. Molly opened her eyes, and for a brief foolish moment, she couldn’t find her car. Her pulse accelerated as she imagined that her car had been stolen, or towed, leaving her outside naked with no way to get home. No, she had just forgotten where she parked, and there was her car, parked against the far wall where she’d left it.
“When you’re out walking naked in the broad daylight, best to remember where you parked,” she murmured, and couldn’t help laughing at herself. Feeling reckless, she reached between her legs and touched her pussy. Playing with herself right in front of the store! So bad! But the parking lot was quiet and she didn’t think anyone saw her.
Enough thrills. Time to get home before she really got in trouble. Molly walked across the parking lot towards her car. She pressed the unlock button on her keys and pulled the driver’s side door open. Standing next to her car with the door open, she paused to take one last look around.
She saw him. Mr Sparkling Water. He was across the parking lot, walking up to a black Ford truck. He had nothing with him, and she felt a little bad about that. She had ruined his shopping trip. Now he’d probably have to drive six blocks to Boone’s Supermarket, which was probably the same place where she’d be doing her shopping for the next six months. Maybe longer.
“Sorry, stranger,” she murmured. “But I don’t think you minded too much, did you?”
She had spoken way too softly for him to possibly hear. Nevertheless, at that exact moment, he turned his head and looked in her direction. Their eyes met. He stopped abruptly, his keys swinging forgotten in his hand, and they gazed at each other across the parking lot.
Molly didn’t even bother to close her car door. She left it hanging open, forgotten, as she immediately started across the parking lot toward the man. His hungry gaze drew her towards him like a moth to a porch light. He didn’t say a word, only watched her expectantly as she passed between the parked cars
As soon as she came within reach, he caught her in his arms, pulling her into a rough embrace. His mouth pressed against hers while his hands slid down her back and onto her ass. He brought one hand up to her left breast, fondling it with his strong fingers while his other arm slowly maneuvered her towards his truck. Molly felt her back touch the
side of the truck, her skin pressing against the sun-warmed metal.
She kissed him fiercely before pushing him back with her palms. He took a step back, but she only wanted room to roll against the truck, putting her front against it. She leaned over the hood, pressing her palms against the shiny black paint, bending over until her nipples touched the hot hood. She gasped, her nipples so swollen and sensitive that for a moment she thought they were cooking against the metal. But the sensation came more from the shock of the contact than from actual heat, and very quickly she found it extremely stimulating, to be pressed naked against the hood of the man’s hot truck.
She heard the man unzip. Trembling with anticipation, Molly lifted her right leg, pressing her knee against the side of the truck. Once again she was bent over, offering her pussy to this stranger, and this time he accepted. She felt his cock jutting against her, between her thighs, tasting her wetness, then pushing into her. Molly caught her breath as he filled her inch by inch.
Slowly, he began to move in and out, fucking her against his truck. Molly knew that she was naked in a public parking lot, that she was having sex in full view of anyone who passed by, yet her shocking behavior seemed insignificant when compared to the overwhelming desire that filled her like electricity. Her body responded immediately to his rhythm, pushing back against him as he pushed into her, and with each stroke she slipped further and further into a fog of delirious pleasure.
His tempo increased in speed, faster and faster, and she came, pleasure flooding through her so that she could barely breath, her body quivering, her eyes closed and her face raised up to the sun. He plunged deep into her one final time and held himself there, and she could feel his cock throbbing inside her. Abruptly he pulled out, and a second later his cum splashed onto her back and ass.
Molly took a moment to catch her breath, laying exhausted on the hood of his truck. She opened her eyes and blearily looked around, noting that a middle-aged man stood nearby with a shopping cart. Probably he had watched the whole thing.
Her lover was leaning against the truck next to her, breathing hard. She watched him put his cock back in his pants and zip up.
Time to get home, she thought. Annabella is waiting.
***
Peter appeared in Molly’s doorway to find her writing furiously. She was too focused to notice him, so he watched her for a minute with a puzzled expression on his face. “Still haven’t made your thousand?” he asked.
Molly glanced up. She smiled. “Oh, I have, actually. I’m way past it. But the story is writing itself right now, so I’ve just kept going.”
“I see.” Peter regarded her for a moment. “Why are you naked? Is that what did the trick?”
She glancing down at herself, looking sheepish. “Yes, in a way.” She laughed. “I wanted to get into Annabella’s head, so when I went to the grocery store to buy my Dr. Pepper, I decided to do the whole thing naked.”
“Oh, Molly! You didn’t!”
“I did!”
“You went to the grocery store naked? And they sold you a twelve of Dr. Pepper?”
“Well, no, they wouldn’t sell me anything. In fact, they tossed me out of the store.”
“You were tossed out of the LMNO!”
“I was.”
“And what’s that on your breast?” Peter leaned forward, reading what had been written in red sharpie just above her nipple. “ ‘Shawn. 315-555-2600. Call me?’ ”
Molly looked embarrassed. “Oh… yes. Well, I discovered that I actually find it very stimulating to walk about outside naked. I mean, stimulating in a sexual way.” She licked her lips. “I might have discovered I’m a bit of an exhibitionist. At any rate, I became very turned on, and as it turned out, it’s not that difficult for a horny naked woman to find a man willing to satisfy her…”
“Satisfy her? As in sexually? Do you mean to say that you had sex with this man Shawn right there in the grocery store?”
“Well, no,” Molly admitted. “We had sex in front of the grocery store. In the parking lot.”
“In the parking lot! And he left that little message on your breast afterwards?”
“Yes. Don’t worry, it’ll wash right off. I actually meant to go in the shower as soon as I came home, but I was so eager to get back to my writing…”
“Ha! Ha! Ha!” Peter put his hand on the top of his head as he shook with laughter. “Molly! I think you need to work on a different project for a while! Annabella is starting to seep into you! That’s quite an adventure you’ve had in just a couple hours!”
Molly smiled. “Yes… well, I won’t be shopping at the LMNO Market for a while, that’s for sure.. But I think it was worthwhile. I’ve been writing like crazy since I came home.”
Peter was still laughing. “Yes… Ha ha!… Anything goes, in the name of art, isn’t that right? The muse is where you find it! Ha ha!”
Molly looked at her monitor. “Well, I’ve done my words and then some. I should take that shower… and get dressed… maybe it’s time to call it a day.”
Peter shook his head and waved at her. “No, no. If you’re on a roll, keep at it. Tell you what. I need a break, so I’ll go fetch you your Dr. Pepper. I, at least, can still shop at the LMNO without consequence or judgement.”
“Mmm… thanks, that would be great.”
“While I’m there, I’ll see if there’s any gossip going around about any beautiful nude women at the store that day.”
She laughed. “All right, Peter. Thanks.” As he turned to go, she called to him, “Wait! Peter?”
“Yes?” He stopped.
“Do you think while you’re there… could you also get me some sparkling water?” She glanced down at her nude body and the red letters still written on her breast. A small smile twitched her lips. “I think I’ve developed a taste for it.”
OUT OF BUSINESS
Archie walked into Jimmy’s Steakhouse just before noon and discovered he was the only lunch customer. All of the tables were empty. Liane stood at the door of the kitchen, and waved to him as he walked in.
“Hey, Arch!“ she called out. “How’s your day?”
“Good, Liane.” He went to his usual booth and sat down. He was a thin man in his late thirties, with just the slightest dusting of gray starting to appear in his dark hair. Liane didn’t know exactly what he did for a living, but she knew it had something to do with computers. He was her favorite regular.
She picked up the water pitcher and a clean glass and strolled over to his table. “How’s your day going?” he asked.
“Oh… you know.” She set the glass in front of him and poured him a glass of water.
“Quiet, eh?” He surveyed the empty restaurant.
“Last day,” she said. “Everyone’s given us up for closed already.”
“It’s still early. You’ll get more in later.”
She laughed. “Maybe. Doesn’t really matter at this point, does it?”
“Guess not.” Archie patted the wood table. “Last day! What a shame. How long is it going to be closed?”
“A month. Jimmy wants to reopen it as a strip club the first week of May. He thinks he can change it around in a month.”
“But today is your last day?”
Liane nodded. “After today, I’m unemployed.”
“Sorry about that. Jimmy isn’t going to give you a job at the strip club?”
Liane smiled thinly. “He’s made an offer. But it’s not for me.” She shrugged. “There are other restaurants. I’ll find someplace else to be a waitress.”
“I hope you’ll let me know where you end up. I’m going to need a new place to eat lunch.”
She nodded. “Sure! I’ll let you know.”
Archie looked wistfully at the interior of the restaurant. The walls and ceiling were constructed from polished dark wood, as were the tables and booths. The wood seemed to drink in the light, making the restaurant appear dim despite the open windows. The floor was covered by a thin green carpet that had b
ecome faded and discolored over the years by spills and stains. “It’s hard to imagine this place as a strip club. I think Jimmy’s going to have to change it around quite a bit.”
“He’s got plans made up,” Liane said. “I’ve seen them a few times.” She looked around as well, trying to imagine the interior that she’d always thought of as old-fashioned and classy suddenly transformed into the flashing lights and music of a strip club. “Let’s see…” She pointed. “The bar will be in the same place, of course. Over there, on that side of the room, that’s where the stage will be. That little area to the right, Jimmy’s going to put up a wall to close it off, and that’s where the private dance rooms will be.”
“Private dance rooms?”
“Yeah. You know… for lap dances and stuff.” She pointed towards the kitchen. “The storage rooms off the kitchen, Jimmy’s making those into the dressing rooms for the girls. They’ll have a door that leads right out onto the stage. He’ll still need a kitchen, but it’ll be a lot smaller.” She turned back to Archie, and her eyes fell on a slant of sunlight crossing the table from outside. In a soft voice, almost as if she was talking to herself, she remarked, “The windows will be boarded over.”
“No windows?”
“Strip clubs can’t have windows.” Liane shook her head. It didn’t matter to her. She’d be long gone. “Do you need a menu? Or you already know what you want?”
“Maybe I should look at a menu today. It’s my last chance to order something and there’s so many items on the menu I’ve never tried. Maybe I should get something new.”
“It’s up to you,” Liane said. “But if you want my advice, I think you should get one of your favorites. Get a Reuben. You know Jimmy can cook one of those.”
Archie chuckled. “Yeah, you’re probably right.”
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