"Well, you seem to have catered for the heat wave!"
The petite supermarket checkout girl nimbly slid my eight items across her scanner. A litre bottle of vodka, two giant tonics, three lemons, a packet of crisps and a bottle of Prosecco. "You forgot the sun oil."
"I'm going for an all-over tan this summer."
"Nice." She gave a playful grin as I handed her my credit card. "Wifey away, by any chance?"
"However did you come to that conclusion?"
She glanced down at my finger ring. "When married men buy items like these, it's pretty obvious they're not doing the household shopping for the week." She stroked the back of the card against her green uniform and slid it into the card reader. "Pop your code number in for me?" It sounded so sexy.
After keying in my code, I hastily packed my items into a carrier bag. Fortunately, there was no shopper waiting, so our flirtatious badinage could go on for a little longer.
"I'm Mandy." She gave a subtle upward hand movement to the name badge displayed above her right breast. I wasn't sure whether she was showing me her badge or drawing attention to her ample bosom.
"So I see. May I say how striking your hair-do is?"
"Why thank you. I did it myself last night."
Mandy's eye-catching coiffeur was in vivid magenta, stretched diagonally across her forehead, with purple and green highlights. I surmised from her pale wispy eyebrows that under all that bottled dye she was probably a blonde.
"Are you a natural blonde?"
She pulled my card from the reader and with an angelic expression handed it back to me. "Maybe you'll find out later."
Fuck! This young woman could flirt like Lauren Bacall.
An old biddy had shuffled up and begun to laboriously unload a trolley-fulf of items onto the conveyor belt. I figured that Mandy and I had about another minute-and-a-half to complete our delicate sexual negotiations.
Mandy lowered her head (probably to avoid detection by overhead CCTV cameras) and began polishing the glass of her item scanner. "I think the next line is usually: 'What time do you finish?'" she mumbled.
Now I was really flustered. Sliding my credit card into my wallet I stuttered: "Erm, yes, I suppose so."
Dropping her disposable cleaning cloth into a small bin, the girl idly drummed one hand on the stainless steel chute. As the drumming stopped, four elegantly manicured fingers were outstretched. Talking to herself, the old lady continued her unpacking.
"Great! I'll have time to get the Prosecco chilled." I raised my eyebrows. "Where shall I pick you up?"
"Don't come into the car park. Too risky. Wait for me outside the Post Office opposite." She turned to her next customer and called out: "Hello, Edna! And how are you coping in this hot weather, my lovely?"
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Mandy appeared a few minutes after our 4.00pm deadline, striding confidently across the supermarket's car park, wearing orange flip-flops, a microscopically brief pair of frayed denim shorts, and a tightly-fitting T-shirt. It's message read: YOUNG BROKE AND FABULOUS. Beneath it, her breasts looked even more voluptuous. She had a small duffle bag slung over one shoulder.
She slipped effortlessly into the semi-reclined passenger seat of my convertible, slung her bag into the back and gave an extra-long glance down at my semi-tented slacks. Resting one hand lightly on my thigh she murmured: "Mmmm. I don't need to ask if you're pleased to see me!" Now this 20-year-old was quoting Mae West.
We drove in silence to my house, while her right hand, performing subtle massaging movements, inched up my thigh. By the time we has parked, Mandy's hand had arrived at my crotch.
I parked up and closed the automatic gates. "Now do me a favour before we go inside, young lady?"
"What's that?"
"Text your mother or father and give them this address. It's 99 Elm Tree Drive."
"I've only got a mum. Dad walked out when I was a toddler."
"Okay. Well, just text Mum that you're visiting a friend. It's safer and I'll feel happier."
Without demurring, she fished her phone from her back pocket and sent the text. "Done. Now can I ask a favour?"
"Sure."
"Can I call you Daddy?"
"I'd love it."
"Great! Let's get stuck into those vodka and tonics, shall we?"
"Why not. We'll go round to the back. There's a small walled garden where we can sunbathe. What will you wear?"
She giggled as she retrieved her bag from the car's back seat. "I pinched a bikini bottom from the clothing aisle. But I forgot to take the top."
"What a shame. Does that mean that I'll get to see your lovely titties?"
"I'm afraid so."
Already half-way through her second coaster of vodka and tonic, Mandy was now languidly reclining on a sun bed in the seclusion of the walled garden. Her breasts were indeed magnificent, with huge, dark-brown areoles and pert nipples, which she was idly stoking to hardness.
"Want me to take my bikini bottom off?"
"Not just yet. I'm still feasting on the sight of your lovely titties."
"And what would Daddy like to do to them, I wonder?"
"I'm too shy to say."
"Spoil sport! Well come and whisper in Mandy's ear. And I won't be shocked if it's filthy." She cocked her head on one side provocatively as I knelt down beside her.
"With your permission, I'd like to cum all over them."
She grinnied impishly and slid her sunglasses down the bridge of her nose. "Can we have a little more detail please?" I couldn't fail to notice that her free hand was now inside her bikini.
"Well... I could stand naked astride you as you lay there. Start slowly masturbating my stiff cock in front of you. Watch you fondling your cunnie beneath that bikini bottom - which already looks rather damp!"
Her eyelids slowly closed and she smiled, signalling her first minor orgasm.
I resumed my erotic narrative. "Then, as I felt my semen rushing to the surface, eager to be ejaculated, I'd point my cockhead at your gorgeous globes and flood them with warm, creamy spunk."
The damp patch in Mandy's bikini grew bigger. Wide-eyed and angelic she enquired: "And then?"
"Than I'd watch you smear my spunk all over those lovely dark nipples, before I leaned down to lick them clean and then snowball you!"
She slowly undid the side ties of the costume, folding it open to reveal her beautiful shaved cunnie, glistening with her love honey. "Oh, Daddy. I think I've just had a naughty accident.