7 comments/ 29522 views/ 12 favorites Groceries By: marybethf It was not the first time that Janet had seen her at the grocery store. In fact Janet had seen her each Tuesday morning about 10:00 for the last four weeks. She had already seen her today by the bacon. Every time the reaction had been about the same, weak knees and a racing heart. Janet lingered with the freezer door open looking at the frozen turkey dinners, the cold air barely affecting the raging heat from between her legs. It was good she didn't have anything on under her knee length jean skirt. That was her one 'naughty' pleasure. She felt it was safe since no one would ever know; yet it made her feel sexy. As she shut the door with the window all fogged up, no longer able to see what was behind it, she put three turkey dinners in her basket. Janet had no illusions of being a stunning beauty, though she thought she was nice looking. She had that natural earthy look that flatters some older women. Her long gray and black hair was often pulled back in a ponytail, but sometimes like today it was just spread across her shoulders. Her last lover had told her she was pretty many times. Maggie had been good for Janet and Janet for her. That was now history and Janet had lived in Rockville for a month. Rockville was about as far away from Morristown as Janet could move. Double that distance would have been even better. - Janet didn't actually live in Rockville; she lived in a cabin nestled in the foothills about ten miles east. It was secluded in a valley with a stream down the slope from the cabin. There had already been a hard rain and light snow, now the stream had a nice roar to it. A new log lay on the fire and was just about to catch, loud pops and cracks were echoing though the one room cabin. It was one room that is if you didn't count the bathroom that sat behind the large rectangular main room. Even though there was just one room, she still thought of the different areas by their function. As she walked from the living room to the kitchen, she kicked her shoes off and the soft sounds of her bare feet against the floor drifted up to her ears. She enjoyed walking around the cabin barefooted; it gave her a sense of contact with the wooden timbers of the building. Something she enjoyed very much. It was sensual. By the time she stood in front of the three bags of groceries, her blouse was unbuttoned and the nakedness of her chest partially exposed. The cool mountain air caused her nipples to almost firm up and she touched one lightly with a fingertip. "There," she moaned out loud as it became erect. The refrigerator door opened revealing mostly bare shelves. A six-pack of beer, mayonnaise, and some hot dogs from the grocery store today helped make it a little less so. The freezer was just as desperate for company as she stacked the frozen dinners and one package of two small filet mignon steaks neatly on the bottom shelf next to the ice trays. She gave the boxes a little nudge to straighten them before closing the door. A bottle of Merlot was placed on the counter midway between the refrigerator and the sink with a slight twist of the bottle to make sure the label was in the front. She tapped the folded and creased paper grocery bags making sure they were aligned properly before laying them on the others under the counter. She carried a soft chocolate chip cookie with her and sat on the floor in front of the fire, the new log now indistinguishable from the other flaming logs on a glowing pile of embers. Leaning against the front of the overstuffed leather chair, one knee up, the other leg sprawled out to the side, Janet let her mind drift as she stared at the tops of the flames. "Bitch!" she screamed out not really knowing where the rage had suddenly come from. But as she thought about it, she began to realize it had been directed at Maggie. As suddenly and loudly, she added, "And for a guy!" A fingertip played between her legs under her skirt, just touching some of the skin around her opening without any attempt to enjoy what she was doing, just touching out of nervousness more than anything. She nibbled on the edge of her cookie as she remembered how much she had enjoyed nibbling on all the parts of Maggie. That connection between sex and Maggie almost made her want to never touch or be touched by anyone again. The fingertip snaked inside the wetness and she let her head lay back, her long hair draped over the cushion of the chair. She could not deny how nice what she was doing really felt. Suddenly a loud "Ah-h-h" filled the room for a moment and then she took another bite of the cookie just before the piece would have broken off and fallen into her lap. - The sun peeked over the top of the trees as Janet stood naked on the porch holding her morning cup of coffee. A light breeze blew her hair and she reached up with her free hand to brush a few strands of hair out of her eyes as she turned to go back inside out of the cold air. She sat the cup on the counter as she passed though the kitchen on her way to take a shower. Standing in the entrance to the nicely tiled shower designed so no curtain was needed, she twisted the knob for the hot water. As the steam began to rise and fill the whole room, she turned on the cold water, just enough to keep from scalding her, but leaving it hot enough to make her skin tingle. Tingle like it had in the middle of the night as she had flicked her clit around like a punching bag. "God, that felt good," she mumbled softly remembering that part of the night for the third time as she stepped under the water. A bar of soap in one hand, a fluffy washcloth in the other, she let the water flow across her breasts and thought of how nice it would be if that were someone's tongue. The soap lather soon hid the nipple as she rubbed the bar over it far longer than necessary just to get it clean. The cloth splashed as it fell on the floor by her feet, the fingers that had just let go of it now probed her as if digging to China. Her knees weakened and she fell back against the wall. "Oh fuck!" she moaned loudly as the orgasm began and didn't seem ready to stop for a while. - By mid afternoon, the clouds had cleared and the temperature was nearly 49. Out of the wind, the sun felt good as Janet walked from the cabin towards the stream. A large flat rock provided a quiet refuge from the quiet of the cabin. After all, she was here to recover from Maggie and the only way she knew how to do that was to be alone. She undressed and carefully folded her jeans and blouse, then laid them near the edge of the rock. Lying on her back, the warmth of the rock against her skin felt like a body pressed against her in the middle of the night. Before she realized it, she was asleep. It was probably the crack of a branch or the boot against the gravel of the path that woke Janet. She looked around quickly. "Not a bear," she thought. Before she could react more, a voice called out "Hello." The sleep worked its way out of her eyes enough to see a face of a woman her age that seemed familiar. Something she thought strange since she didn't know anyone in Rockville yet. "Didn't mean to wake you up." "Shouldn't have gone to sleep." Janet's mind raced to remember the face as she sat up, still naked and not even thinking to cover herself. "We've passed in the grocery store. I'm Karen." She reached her hand out not seeming to be embarrassed by Janet's lack of dress. Janet crossed a leg as she took Karen's hand in hers. "I'm Janet. I should have said 'hello' in the store. Sorry." She pointed at the cabin. "I live there." "I've always liked that place. It was empty for a long time." "Just bought it recently. Haven't seen you up this way before." "Thought I'd try a different trail this afternoon. Pretty secluded up here." "That was one of the things I liked about the cabin. I just needed to get away from someone and someplace. Have a seat." Janet patted the rock next to her. Karen sat down. "My husband became interested in teenagers. Bastard!" "Boys?" "Nah. Some girl. Could have been his daughter if we'd had any kids. And her twin sister, the three of them in bed. Gross!" "Very long ago?" "I don't know. Maybe 5 months, 1 week, and 2 days ago." She made a nervous little laugh. "Pretty much past that now. And you?" "My girlfriend of 15 years. Some guy from where she worked. Bitch! Fucker!" "I see you're past that too." This time they both roared with laughter, holding their stomachs and bending over. "Want to see the inside of the cabin you've liked from afar?" "I peeked in the windows last summer, but sure." Janet carried her clothes and walked barefooted though the tall wild grass along a gravel path, Karen walked next to her. Karen glanced at Janet. "Your girlfriend?" "Hope you don't mind?" The door closed behind them and Janet tossed a small log on the fire. It instantly began to catch fire. "Not much to it. Just the one large room." Janet pointed. "A nice bathroom back there." She sat on the couch and began pulling her jeans back on. "Don't feel like you have to dress because of me," Karen said as the fingers of her left hand absentmindedly rubbed between her legs a few times, then jerked away as she realize what she had just done to herself. Janet continued to pull her jeans on. "Don't be ashamed. I do that too." Karen blushed as she realized that Janet had seen her touch herself. Janet stood to snap the jeans, her blouse was on and dangling open in the front, and then walked towards the refrigerator. "Get you a beer?" "Would love one. Worked up a real sweat on that 100 yard hike from the stream." Karen giggled. Janet opened the freezer and pulled out the package of steaks. "Got two of them. Its nearly 4:30. Want one for an early dinner?" Karen walked into the kitchen and took the package. "I lust after those every week. Can't afford them." "Me either. That was a little splurge." She popped them in the microwave to thaw them enough to cook. Karen took her beer and stood in front of shelves of CD's in the living room and flipped though them. "Feel free to put one on," Janet called out. Soon the sound of Van Morrison's 'Moondance' softly filled the room. "Turn it up more if you want." Janet paused. "No one to hear us out here." She chuckled. Karen half danced, half skipped, as she walked back to the kitchen. "Great song," she murmured between singing words of the song as she bopped along. "My favorite of his. There's some lettuce if you want a salad." Karen broke the lettuce head apart and dropped the pieces in a big bowl. "Do you work?" "A writer. I get a royalty check each month and that's enough." Janet held her beer bottle up as if to make a toast. "Here's to readers." The bottles clinked together and then each took a big swig. "Just a file clerk for the town. I'll never get rich that way. But I get by if I'm careful." The steaks sizzled in the pan while Karen finished mixing the lettuce with tomatoes and carrots and then putting it in two bowls. Janet opened some microwave rice and set the timer. "Sure wasn't expecting to have a nice dinner tonight." "Guess I need to lay out naked more often." Janet teased. "Practically a forest nymph." "The sailors would have put wax in their eyes rather than ears if I'd been the Siren." Janet slapped her thigh lightly and giggled. - The light was beginning to fade and the clean dishes were stacked on the counter ready to be put away. They glanced out the window in the living room and both women realized at the same time just how hard it was snowing. Janet opened the front door leaving a wall of snow against the space left by the door. The porch was covered with several feet of wet snow and the snow on the ground looked much deeper. They couldn't see the stream because of the blowing snow that seemed to fall even harder as they watched. On one post of the porch hung a large circular yellow Pennzoil thermometer with a big red arrow that pointed at 29. "Oops," Karen groaned. Janet closed the door. "Guess you get to spend the night. ... I don't mind." "Me either. Not like I haven't seen you naked. Te he." "Not that I haven't undressed you a few times in my mind." Janet smiled a wicked little smile. Karen leaned over and kissed Janet letting her lips linger just long enough to say what she was thinking. Before she pulled back, Janet's tongue pressed slightly though Karen's lips in a tender little exploration. "I have thought about this before," Karen whispered like she was telling a deep dark secret that she had never told anyone. "And?" Karen pulled Janet closer and kissed her again, a hand lingering over a breast, a fingertip rubbing back and forth over the nipple covered only by the fabric of the blouse. "I'm glad," Janet cooed. "It will feel good to just hold you close tonight." "Maybe we could open that wonderful looking bottle of Merlot and cuddle for a while in front of the fire?" Karen suggested. "So you're a mind reader too?" They sat on the floor leaning back against the couch; a single blanket wrapped around them both, the fire roaring like the feelings building for each other. A half filled glass beside each other, fingers curled around the stem as they traded little kisses between sentences. "Why have you thought about this?" Jackie asked. "Maybe I've read too many erotic lesbian stories over too many years. For some reason I have always enjoyed them more than other kinds of erotic stories. Maybe more than even 'normal' stories." "But you never experimented?" "Guess I thought I'd just wait until I met you." Karen leaned over and gave Janet's cheek another little peck. Nothing was said for another hour as they leaned against each other, just enjoying the feel of being with someone that seemed to share some of the pain of the other. Under the blanket, their fingers intertwined and occasionally rubbed back and forth against each other. The bottle was empty, both half asleep, and the fire now just a bed of red-hot coals. Janet kissed Karen's lips until she was slightly more awake. "Ready for bed?" she whispered softly into her ear and then kissed the earlobe, sucking it gently between her lips. "If you'll be my teddy bear?" "Of course." Janet stood and reached down to help Karen stand. Karen leaned the door to the bathroom and smiled while she watched Janet sitting on the toilet. "Seems so personal to watch," she said very softly almost as though Janet was not expected to hear her. "It's okay. Makes me feel closer to you," Janet said as they traded places. Karen wiped between her legs and more out of habit than necessity, pulled her jeans up and snapped them shut. They walked hand in hand to the bed and sat on the edge next to each other. Their upper arms pressed against each other as their heads turned and eyes gazed towards the other's eyes. There was just a single light peck on the lips. "Undress me?" Karen asked. Naked, both women pulled the sheet and comforter over them as they lay facing each other, bare skin resting against bare skin, one arm over the others side. Janet kissed Karen a few times on the lips; Karen's tongue explored Janet's mouth. "This is the perfect ending to a perfect afternoon," Karen said softly, her hand lightly touching things she had not touched before on another person. Her fingertips dipped into the wetness between Janet's legs just enough to make them also wet. She held her hand in front of her lips and inhaled deeply, then sucked the moisture off. "Even better than in the stories. ... Taste me." - The morning sun reflected though the large sheet of ice over the window by the bed, small rainbows shown on the wall here and there as trees swayed back and forth in the wind. They lay asleep, still wrapped in each other's arms, lips inches apart. Karen's eyes flickered slightly as she tried to understand where she was. Janet did likewise. "I slept better than in a long, long time," Karen moaned as she shifted her body so it lay more on top of Janet. Her hand reached under the covers until it lay over the folds of skin where she had found that delicious wetness last night. "Guess I've liked morning fucks best." One finger, then a second dug deep inside. "Oh-h-h my-y!" Janet said loudly as she pulled one knee up towards her chest before stretching it out. Karen worked the two fingers in and out slowly and her lips kissed their way down from Janet's lips towards a nipple. As she began to suck the nipple into her mouth, Janet rested her hands over Karen's hair and her fingers slipped though the long brown strands, occasionally pulling a piece out to the side. As Karen worked her way down, Janet softly said, "You don't have..." "I want to darling," Karen stopped speaking for a moment, and then started again. "And I want you ... I want our lips over all of us." Karen flipped the covers back toward the foot of the bed leaving both of them completely exposed. She twisted her body until Janet's face was next to the top of her thighs. Janet didn't need any further invitation and pressed her lips firmly against Karen's pussy, driving her tongue deep inside. "Oh baby, that feels so good," Karen yelled, for some reason feeling comfortable to express herself in ways she had never felt before. "Suck my cunt!" she screamed. "Eat me," she growled as she ground against Janet's mouth. It didn't take long before Karen was moaning and screaming all kinds of unintelligible sounds. - Lying cuddled in each other's arms, tips of noses touching, lips extending to touch the other's lips, they looked into each other's eyes. "You learn quickly. Was it as good as the stories?" "Oh hell yeah! I might be able to get used to this." Karen giggled. "You think?" "It's Tuesday. I don't have to work today." "I hope you want to stay with me." "Let me think..." Janet slapped Karen's bare ass and a loud whack roared though the room. "Guess I will." A second slap landed in the same place. "Ok, Ok. I WANT to stay." "That's better." Karen stood by the bed, before walking to the bathroom. Janet leaned over the edge of the mattress looking at the clothes scattered across the floor. She pointed and said, "Messy." Karen leaned down and picked up the clothes. "Sorry, we were in too big of a rush last night." - Janet and Karen sat naked on the couch, covered only by the comforter, and leaning against each other as they watched the fire. A large sheet of ice crashed off the roof as they sipped coffee. "I love the way you warm me up," Karen softly said as Janet's hand rubbed over her breast. "Maybe we will be frozen in until spring." "Only until spring? You may have spoiled me." They sat cuddled together for half an hour just touching and cuddling. "Why?" Janet asked somewhat suddenly assuming Karen knew what she was asking. "It helped that I'd thought a lot about what it might be like ... to be with a woman. All those stories and lots of touching myself helped me work ... well it just felt right with you." "I wanted you that first time at the grocery store. One day I had to stand in front of the frozen food to cool myself off after seeing you." "I'm not that good looking. Am I?" "To me you are." "Can we go slow with this? Don't get me wrong. Last night and this morning was better than I could have dreamed of." "As fast or slow as you want. I am just enjoying your company darling." "Darling ... I like the sound of that." - Karen stood in line to pay for a book and flipped though her wallet to find a credit card to use. A picture was tucked in one of the plastic sleeves, a picture of Janet. Karen stood looking at it not knowing when Janet had put it there. "You're next," the person behind her said. She laid the book upside down on the counter. The woman turned the book over and whispered the title 'Lesbian Love and Life', then looked at Karen and smiled. Karen frowned and started to say, "It's not for..." then said nothing else. The woman whispered, "It's a good book," then slipped it into a bag. "It helped me." Groceries She entered the house, carrying a paper sack from the local supermarket. She was wearing one of his favorite outfits: a clingy white camisole with slim shoulder straps made of a thin, soft cotton knit that showed off her ripe tits with their jutting nipples, and a swingy, cheerleader-style skirt in bubblegum pink, which displayed her long, tanned legs and barely covered her shapely ass, which was swathed in a pair of virginal white cotton panties. She was a full-grown woman in the clothes of a 15-year-old. He had been watching television in the den when he heard her come in. he knew she would head directly into the kitchen and start to unpack the few, specific things that she had picked up, on his orders, from the supermarket. Her instructions were to enter the kitchen, unpack the groceries onto the table, and stand, awaiting further directions. He decided to give her 10 minutes—his program would be over, then. In the kitchen, she set the sack down on the table, put her purse and her keys on the counter, and then turned back to the table and withdrew two items from the bag: a large can of vegetable shortening, and a cucumber, about 10 inches in length, 2 ½ inches around, very firm, with a slightly nubby texture. She had been told to purchase these, and only these, items, and she had blushed in the checkout line as the bag boy stared openly at her braless tits while the middle-aged female cashier rang up her purchases with a judgmental smirk. The boy had asked her, hopefully, if he could help her out to her car, but she had muttered, "No, thanks, I'm fine," and left the store, hearing the clucks of the cashier behind her. Now, recalling her humiliation at the store prompted her to slide one finger beneath her skirt, into the white cotton panties, parting the lips of her pussy to feel the slick wetness there. The wetness had started as a slight twinge when she had received her orders to go to the store. It had grown into a slick of shame and desire as she had made her purchases amid the smirks and knowing stares at the grocery store—but they didn't know the half of it. They thought she was just some lonely bitch, horny for a dick, attached or not. But they didn't have the imagination to conceive of what really happened to her in the privacy of this house. A little pussy-pool with a cuke was way too tame. Now the wetness was accompanied by a throb of desire and need that quickened her pulse as she stood, waiting. She rubbed her clit, teasingly, but she knew she wasn't allowed to come, yet. That would ruin everything. She brought her hand back out of her panties and put it up to her mouth, slipping her finger into her mouth to taste the juices of her pussy. "Couldn't wait to get a little taste, could you?" demanded her master sharply, as he stepped abruptly into the room. "Were you trying to get started without me?" he snapped. "N-No sir, I'm sorry, sir," she stammered, dropping her eyes to the floor and her hands to her sides, "At your orders, sir." "Damn straight. I see you have made your purchases as ordered. Turn around and face the table." She turned to the table, showing him her back. "Now," he continued, "Pull your panties down to mid-thigh. Hike your skirt up to your waist, and bend over the table." She did as she was told, exposing to him her tight, puckered asshole and glistening pink pussy. "Very nice. Open up that can of grease and scoop out a nice blob on your finger." Staying bent over the table, her firm ass on display for her master, she popped the lid off the shortening and dipped her middle finger into the can, gathering a glob of the slick stuff. She waited with her finger extended and loaded with shortening. "Wipe it on your asshole," he directed, feeling his cock thickening with anticipation. "Yes, rub your tight little asshole. Now stick your finger up inside...work that shit all up inside your ass." As she slid her long, slender middle finger into her waiting asshole, working it in and out for his viewing pleasure, he unzipped his pants and took his swollen cock in his hand. He commanded her to take her finger out of her ass and pick up the huge cucumber. "Take that cucumber and push it into that can of grease," he directed, rubbing his cock slowly. "Get a good coat of slick on that dick," he joked. "You know where it's going, don't you? You want that big, hard dick up your ass, don't you, slut," he purred, hand working his cock, "Put it in your ass, baby." She reached back, clutching the dry end of the greasy cuke, and began rubbing the end on her puckered, throbbing asshole. It was so big! She didn't know if she could take it. But she knew she wanted to; he was right about that. She started pushing against her asshole. The end of the cucumber started to slide into her pounding sphincter. She pushed harder, harder; then the huge vegetable popped up into her ass. She gasped at the sudden intrusion; stopped pushing, frozen. "Keep going, you bitch!" her master commanded. "Fuck yourself with it!" Her ass was throbbing, stretched wide by the thick cuke. Her pussy dripped with ecstasy. She loved to be controlled, to be tortured. Being made to violate herself in the ass with this huge, organic dildo was so fucking twisted and sexy. She pushed it further inside, moaning with pain and pleasure. "Fuck yourself with it, bitch! Fuck yourself nice and hard!" She started pushing and pulling, driving the big green dildo in and out of her swollen anus, faster and harder, as he spat curses and abuse at her. Melted shortening ran out of her ass as the cucumber was shoved into her rectum again and again. He exhorted her to fuck herself harder and harder as he jerked his huge cock to her torture. She tried to follow his orders, but she was getting worn out. It was so hard to keep reaching around and pushing that big thing into her tight asshole, and her supporting arm was tired and sore. She was dripping with sweat from the effort, and she gasped, "I-I-I can't, c-can't keep on—" "I'll show you how your ass should be fucked, you lazy little cunt!" he roared. He sprang forward, grabbed the dildo from her ass and tossed it onto the table, then stuffed his huge cock up her tortured ass, fucking her long and hard while she braced herself against the table, tits bouncing wildly, moaning and screaming and trying not to pass out with the pressure. She came thunderously, legs trembling, pussy juices running down her thighs, and still he fucked her, urgently, mercilessly, until his huge prick exploded inside her, filling her ass with his hot cum. He collapsed against her for a moment, pinning her onto the table. He panted with exhaustion as he toyed with her nipples through the thin knit of her camisole. His cock still plugged her ass as he hunched over her, catching his breath. "Okay, that was part one of our little party," he breathed into her ear, as he reached over and grasped the cucumber lying on the table. Her eyes widened as she wondered what he could possibly still do to her. She thought she couldn't take another thing. But she would have to. Holding the cucumber in one hand, he raised himself off of her and slowly slid his massive tool out of her asshole. Before much of his cum was able to run out, he quickly pushed the cucumber into her ass, shoving it all the way in until the other end disappeared up her butt. She cried out as the ten-inch vegetable went farther than it had before. Her beaten anus was bright red from all the punishment, but her pussy gushed with passion. He yanked her panties back up to further insure the huge plug in her ass would stay secure. "You just keep that up in there, baby," he cooed, "We're going to go for a little ride on the bike." She shivered with anticipation as she thought of riding behind him on the motorcycle: the thrum of the huge engine sending vibrations through the seat as she straddled the big machine. She had come before as she rode behind him, tilting her hips to get her clit against the pulsating seat, grinding as she clutched him, her cries of satisfaction eclipsed by the powerful roar and borne away by the wind. He was well aware of the effect the bike's vibes had on her. She imagined how much more intense it would be with the huge plug in her ass. They mounted the bike and took off toward the countryside. As she'd anticipated, the combination of the bike's vibration and the throbbing of her used, plugged asshole combined to make her come twice before they got to their destination. She gasped for breath and trembled as the waves of orgasm pulsed through her body. By the time they pulled off a dirt road out in the sticks, she felt helpless and wrung out, but she knew there was more to come... He got off the bike, took off his helmet, and stretched deliciously, but she stayed on her seat, hands at her sides, eyes downcast, waiting for his orders. He walked to her, removed her helmet and ran his fingers through her hair. He pulled the white camisole off over her head and fondled her tits, smiling at the small cries she would utter when he got a little rough, pinching and tugging her sensitive nipples. Sometimes he would make her go on errands wearing a pair of tight nipple clamps, knowing how it excited her to be right out in public, engaging in transactions with people who had no earthly idea that she was being sexually tortured even as they took her dry cleaning or rented videos to her. She would return home, pussy dripping and nipples on fire, begging to be released from her pain. He never took the clips off immediately, though; she always had to endure something, first, to earn the privilege of being relieved of the pain. He liked to have her eat his ass and then suck his cock, swallowing every drop of his cum, before he would remove the cruel clips. He would then allow her to lick and suck her nipples to alleviate the pain; of course, she had to thank him for this kindness. Now, he ordered her to get off the bike and remove her skirt and panties. She stood before him in nothing but shoes, enjoying the warmth of the sun on her skin and the throb of the cucumber up her ass. "You're going to have to get me hard again so I can fuck you, slave girl," he said as he unzipped his fly, "Get on your knees and suck my cock." She did as she was told, and she did a good job; it didn't take long for his organ to swell and stiffen in her mouth. He slid his dick out of her mouth and ordered her to stand up, then to bend over the bike. He came behind her and slid his big cock into her waiting slit, fucking her in long, deep strokes, relentlessly banging against her stuffed ass so that she could have the sensation of being fucked in both holes. After a good long session of screwing his slave, he experienced a fantastic, explosive orgasm that filled her pussy with a hot gush of cum. He took a few moments to let the last waves of pleasure die away, then pulled out, shook off and zipped up. As always, she stayed in position, bent over the bike with cum dripping from her used pussy, waiting for his directions. "Okay, now that I've had my pleasure, you may have yours. These are your orders: you are going to squat over there on the grass and tickle your clit until you come. You must keep the cucumber up inside your ass until you reach orgasm, and then you will shit the cucumber out onto the grass as you come." She hesitated, embarrassed. "Now!" he barked. She jumped up from her position on the bike and stepped over to the area he had indicated. Her cheeks flushed red with shame, but there would be no disobeying his orders. She squatted down as ordered and parted the folds of her pussy lips with one hand, found her clit with the fingers of the other and began to rub, gently and quickly. He sat on the grass in front of her, watching her stroke off with great interest. She began to get lost in the sensations of her aching, throbbing ass, cunt, and clit, moaning as she got closer and closer to orgasm. At last she felt the throbbing waves of pleasure break over her. As the feeling of release started to hit her, she relaxed her asshole, and the big cucumber slid out of her ass with a spurt of semen and a smear of shit. She had never before had the sensation of evacuating as she came, and she cried out with the intensity of this new feeling as a powerful orgasm rocked her. Her master chuckled at her yelp of surprise and pleasure. He always knew what was best for her, and he had many more new experiences planned. When she had finished, he ordered his drained slave to use her white panties to clean off her oozing pussy and ass, then to leave them there, alongside the cucumber that lay in the grass. It was all biodegradable, of course. After she put the rest of her clothes back on, they remounted the bike for the trip back. She knew, as her uncovered pussy rubbed against the black leather seat, giving up its last juices, that she would be commanded to lick the seat clean when they returned. She couldn't wait. Groceries Marcus never really understood his attraction to grocery shopping but once again he found himself wandering the chilly aisles well before lunch time on a Tuesday. Sure, the store wasn't very crowded at that time in the morning and with so few people in the store, it was extra cool at that time. Walking through the produce section he couldn't help but gaze at the melons, his heartbeat thumping as he compared the ripe fruit to the alluring curves in the loose fitting blouses around him. Of course the temperature helped add that little bit of extra stretch to the fabric of the blouses. Yes, while most of the women couldn't fit the melons in their bra, Marcus' mouth watered as the protruding nipples made him think of grapes. He had to limp out of the produce section as his erection pressed tightly against his pants. Marcus didn't notice when Jessica rolled into the same aisle, just a few dozen steps behind him. As alert as he was, he had not seen her watching him as he tested the firmness of the tomatoes back in produce. Perhaps his mind was still on the melons as he looked around the store, missing the tomato sized curves in Jessica's blouse. He had no idea how wet her panties got as she watched his fingers gently squeeze the red fruit. She quickly grabbed a honeydew and then followed him into the next aisle. Pausing in front of a long row of coffee cans Marcus turned and spotted Jessica for the first time as she ambled up along side of him. Sizing up the smaller fruit in her blouse he nodded a bit, appreciating the idea of smaller packaging. "Pardon me," she said, reaching across his body, "I just need some ground coffee." The light brush of her body against his as she reached might have been ignored by most people, but in his heightened sense of shopping, Marcus could only feel her as she ground her pubis over his hip and poured her breast down his chest as she grabbed the can. He could feel himself trembling as she dropped the coffee into her cart next to the grapes. Searching for something to say, something to do, he reached out longingly and plucked a single grape from the bunch and slipped it between his lips. Letting his tongue slowly roll over the fruit, he gazed down at her slight cleavage and honed in on the two huge nipples pressing the fabric of her blouse. Biting down on the grape he said, "The grapes, so tasty." Jessica's voice quivered as if she felt his eyes caressing her breasts, "Yes, it's all so wonderful here, so... arousing." "Would you like," he paused, wondering how to ask her to come out to his car with him without sounding so forward. "Would you like to..." still fruitless, he finally spotted the can of coffee and finished, "ah... like to have a cup of coffee?" She grabbed her grocery cart as if to steady herself and answered, "I'd love to." "Okay, I guess we can leave these here for a few minutes," Marcus said, nodding at the shopping carts. Jessica shrugged and then nodded. "Oh, I just remembered, I left my wallet in the car." The two of them walked together toward the front of the store. Luckily for Marcus, Jessica was too distracted watching the bulge in the front of his pants to notice the bulge of his wallet in the back pocket. He never could have known she pretty well had that bulge memorized by the time they walked to the far end of the parking lot and he opened the door and slid his seat all the way back. Marcus barely had time to wrap his fingers around the soft skin of her tomatoes before she had worked his cock out of his pants and straddled him. He gently pinched her grape sized nipples between his fingers as she guided him into her. He heard her mumble something about "Kolaches," as her pussy blanketed his sausage in her moist warmth. Continuing to knead her breasts, he watched as she arched her back, resting against the steering wheel as she bounced up and down on him, pausing only to grind her clit on him before sliding back up him again. It wasn't long before he heard her moan loudly, and letting his cock slip deep inside her, she ground herself against him until she came, her pussy kneading his like a loaf of bread. He remained still a moment until the pulsations around his cock subsided and then he drew himself back and then pressed upward. He dropped his hands from her breasts and grabbed her hips as he plunged into her again and again. After just a few dozen more thrusts he felt the pleasure building inside him and then finally explode as he shove his cock deep and spurted inside her over and over again. He relaxed then and then slowly moved his hands back up to her breasts. He looked up at her face and saw her smile at him as she whispered, "I just remembered a few things I need to add to my grocery list." Feeling the warm, wetness ooze over his cock from her pussy he nodded, "Yeah me too." Marcus grabbed a towel and they dried each other off as they separated and then got their clothes pulled on and adjusted. They walked back to the grocery store, their hands lightly brushing together with each step. Walking back into the store they each grabbed their carts, smiled at each other and then went on shopping. Marcus headed over to the bakery where he grabbed a Coconut Cream Pie and then headed to the checkout counter. As he waited in line he watched Jessica, back in the produce aisle, checking out the cucumbers. He watched as she slid her fingers along one that had an oddly familiar upward curve to it. The line moved forward and Marcus quickly put his items up on the conveyor belt. As the checkout lady rang up his items he couldn't help but notice how her watermelons bounced each time she scanned an item. She paused a moment when one of the items didn't scan. Running her fingers over the bar code for a rump roast she finally got it to scan as Marcus' gaze slid over the back side of her tight jeans. Marcus paid for the groceries, slipped his wallet into his pants and after a quick adjustment to the front of his pants he walked out of the store. Heading out to his car he found himself pondering his odd attraction to the grocery store. He wasn't quite sure what engrossed him so. Groceries I always hated grocery stores, well let me be more precise, I hated grocery shopping. Yeah it seemed whenever I went shopping I ran into the same thing time after time. If I needed a certain type of bread, sure enough there was someone parked right in front of what I need. Now they were not just shopping, what they were doing was more akin to research. Never mind they weren't even in the store shopping for bread, but there they were looking over each variety in more detail than they did for their home loan documents. So I moved over to the meat section and once again found someone right in front of what I need. This time we had a pair of vegetarians reminiscing. I veered away and headed for the eggs but find a vegan yearning for an omelet. After that it was the dieters cruising the ice cream section, the lactose intolerant in the dairy section or children in the wine section. Every single one of them stood in my way. Finally giving up on getting everything on my list I started shopping at random. Well then I ran into the folks who were out for a nice stroll. They had an item or two in their cart, but otherwise they were simply wandering aimlessly looking at the scenery. Of course they happened to be doing it in front of me on an aisle with several other shoppers blocking me from breezing around the wanderers. No I was stuck plodding behind a couple commenting on the pretty boxes, or someone who wasn't even sure what type of store they were in. And then there were the socializers. Old friends talking over what happened over the five years since they saw each other always seemed to park their carts on the narrow aisles, tight corners or smack dab between me and the groceries I need. They chat away while I tried to find some way to maneuver my half full cart between display kiosks, building columns, spilled juice and the never-ending tale of two long lost friends. Anyway, on my last trip to the grocery store I thought I'd be smart and go early on a Sunday Morning figuring I would be able to do my shopping without all the crazies. As I pulled into the lot things looked promising with only half a dozen cars in the lot. I grabbed my list, walked in the store, grabbed a cart and started shopping. Son of a bitch, there couldn't have been ten people in the store but when I went to pick up some bread I spotted an attractive woman, perhaps in her late forties, maybe early fifties looking over the bread, studying the loaves like her life depended upon it. I was about to head off and get something else on my list but decided to make a stand. No longer was I going to put up with all these ne'er-do-wells, I was going to get my bread without delay. The question was how to do it firmly but delicately. I decided to simply stand right next to her and slowly squeeze her out of the way. Stepping up I grabbed a loaf, looked it over and then put it back on the shelf. Moving a bit closer to her I did it again. After several more moves I expected her to get the hint and move on. Instead, without looking away from her bread she said, "To get any closer you'll need to fuck me." Shocked, I stepped back a bit and after only a slight pause I replied. "Well that's the best offer I've ever found in this store." I expected a laugh, perhaps a slap or an angry look but instead she reached out an open hand and said, "Well, follow me." Perplexed, I reached my hand out to her and when she grabbed it all I could do was follow her as we left our carts behind and walked into a small corridor off of the produce section. She opened a door and we stepped into a small restroom where she turned and locked the door. "Employee restroom, I don't think they will miss it for a little while," she said. Befuddled I said, "I... I don't..." "We don't have room for a fuck but maybe this will do," she replied, dropping down to her knees and unzipping my pants. My cock quickly responded, growing to its full length as she worked it out of my pants. I then watched as she looked up at me with her deep blue eyes, tossed her head so her blond hair fell onto her shoulders and took me in her mouth. All I could do was push my hips forward and enjoy the sensation as her head began to move back and forth. Damn, the suction was incredible as she bobbed her head and then reached up cupped by balls. I wanted to hold off coming, wanting it to last longer, but the feeling was too intense. I arched my back as the pleasure jolted from my balls and along the length of my cock. I immediately came, spurting my cum in her mouth again and again. She kept her mouth on me, sucking the cum until my cock softened. Letting it slip out of her mouth she stood up and gave me a long kiss. Pushing my tongue into her mouth I tasted a hint of my cum as I wrapped my arms around her. As we pulled apart she stepped back and asked, "Well is that close enough for you?" I nodded, "Yes, that's pretty close." "Well I'll let you get yourself back together, I've got to finish my shopping." She stepped through the door and closed it behind her. I quickly slipped my cock back into my pants, zipped up, glanced in the mirror and tucked in my shirt. Opening the door I walked down the corridor and stepped out into the produce section. Moving quickly to my shopping cart I looked around for her but she was gone. I wandered though the store hoping to see her again but never did. Instead I finished filling up my cart and headed to the checkout. Walking up to the express lane, fifteen items or less, I began unloading my cart thinking how much I enjoyed grocery shopping. Groceries As Karen walked out of the bookstore like she was sneaking out of a porn store. She slipped Janet's picture into the book at the start of chapter one and the book into her purse. The weather was cold, the wind howled against her back, and she walked quickly down the sidewalk to work. Karen's desk was in a corner where most people didn't go except to talk to her. She pulled the book out of her purse, leaving one drawer of her desk open so she could quickly dump it if anyone came her way. For several minutes she just looked at the picture, a fingertip occasionally touching the face as though she was actually touching Jackie. She was so entranced that she didn't hear Sandy walk up. "Who is she?" Karen was startled and fumbled with the book and picture. The book landed face up with the title so Sandy could easily read the big bold letters on the cover over a picture of two women kissing. "I didn't know." "It's for a friend." "That's okay Karen. I understand. It's not like I haven't had those feelings too. More than a few times even. After Kevin left me two years ago I wondered even more." Sandy paused and they looked at each other not saying anything. "Is she the person you're seeing?" Sandy sat in the chair next to Karen's desk reaching over to take the picture. Karen nodded her head. "Guess I couldn't keep it a secret anyway." "Bet you look good together." Sandy handed the picture back and laid her hand on back of Karen's hand. "I won't tell anyone. Just know I understand and I don't mind. ... How long?" "We just met, but she was the first woman..." "I'm proud of you. If you need to talk, I'm here for you." Sandy stood and walked away. "That went well, but it will be much worse with others," Karen thought. "Am I ready for that? Guess that is the big question." - Over the next few days, Karen read the 342 pages at least 3 times, some chapters 5 or 6 times. Her head spun and her mind raced, but she knew that love trumped all. At least that was what her mother had always told her. The book was stuffed in her purse as she knocked on Janet's door. "Hey darling, no need to knock. My place is your place you know." Karen walked in, her smile was missing and her head hung down a little. Janet noticed and wrapped her arms around Karen. "Sweetie ... what's wrong? Talk to me." Janet held her hand and led her to the couch and pulled her down next to her. Karen took the book out. "I've been doing some reading. One of my coworkers even saw me reading the book, but was supportive. I know most people might not be." "Do you love me?" "I do. I just have never gone against the tides before." "If you really want to be with me, I will help. I sometimes forget what IT was like." - The snow covered trees flashed passed the windows of the ratty twenty-year-old four-wheel drive Blazer poorly painted in three shades of brown as the wipers slapped back and forth knocking snow off the windshield. The radio was just loud enough to drown out the drone of the transfer case that sounded like it was ready to fail 10,000 miles ago. A snowplow passed going in the other direction throwing huge sheets of brown snow high in the air. "Thanks for asking me to come." Karen said, her hand resting on Janet's thigh. "You belong in that seat." They weren't going any place in particular, just driving down the road, a chance to be out and together. Something they had not done much. The snow got heaver by the mile and the wipers were having trouble keeping the windshield clear. Karen's hand slipped around on the thigh, occasionally touching sensitive places. "Love your touch darling." Janet moaned in a throaty voice taking a quick peek at Karen before turning back. The sun was barely shinning though the dark clouds, the snow and road grime covered the headlights so much that it was now hard to see where the edge of the two-lane road was. The half lit neon sign flashed 'otel', the part with the name no longer worked. It was one of those long one-story motels of the 40's that had seen too many owners to count. There were maybe thirty rooms and the parking lot was half full. Janet pulled in and stopped at the office. "Come with me." Janet said. Holding hands, Karen opened the office door. The chubby old woman in a dress that was probably bought twenty years ago and looking like the last time she'd had sex was just after she bought the dress, stood behind the desk staring and saying nothing. "We want a room with one queen bed." "Of course you do. Fifty dollars," she said in a flat drone like she had said it a million times and nothing would surprise her. As they walked out from the office, a line of 10 people now snaked around the small room. The snow was now coming down so hard that other cars were still pulling into the lot. There were no taillights further down the road. The Blazer headlights barely lit the door of room 16 as Janet turned the engine off. "Not the Plaza is it?" "No, but it will have you in it. That's all that matters to me." One bare light bulb lit the room. The inside of the room was paneled in wide knotty pine boards running vertically, rectangular acoustic tiles covered the ceiling, a small table sat under a small mirror, and a threadbare Chenille bedspread covered the bed. The heater sounded like it might keep the room warm on a warm night and their breath was clearly visible. It was a good thing they were lovers, otherwise it would be a very cold night. Not bothering to bring in any luggage, they closed the door, undressed, and pulled the covers over them. Through the well-worn curtains, the pink glow of the neon blinked on the wall as they held each other close, lips locked together, and tongues racing back and forth. - Barton wasn't a big city; actually it wasn't even a city. The sign said it had 8,250 people and the lake next to downtown was frozen over. No dinner last night and the 73 miles since the 'otel' had left them very hungry. An old man in a heavy coat and a green John Deere hat walked out of the diner as they parked next to the few other cars angled towards the curb. One empty booth became filled as they sat next to each other on the same bench covered in red Naugahyde with little black flakes. Karen smoothed out a rip in the seat as she looked over at the waitress staring back at them and said, "Two coffees please" as she held up two fingers. "Sure honey," said the middle-aged woman with short red hair dressed in the typical white dress and dirty apron. Under her breath she mumbled, "I know what T-W-O means" while she faced away from the women. Two old men in bib overalls sat at the counter sipping their coffee and smoking cigarettes twisted around to see who had just come in. One looked back at the other and whispered a low groan, "Lesbians." The waitress slapped him and yelled, "Shut up Fred!" "Yeah Doris. I forgot you're one of them too," he snapped back. Doris sat the cups on the table. "Don't mind them, just old farts that should drop dead. What can I get you?" Janet squeezed Karen's hand, and then said, "Two waffles." "Ain't got any of them Belgium waffles." "That's okay," Karen said. Hearing the poor English and strange dialect, she had trouble holding back a slight giggle. As Doris walked away, Karen gave Janet a little kiss. Fred grumbled to the other guy, "Get a motel." He put his empty cup down along with a dollar, and then both men walked out the door giving them a frown as they passed. The place was empty as Doris brought the waffles to the table. She sat on the edge of the opposite bench of the booth. "Been together long?" "Not long enough for me. Less than a month." Janet said as she continued to hold Karen's hand but giving it a slight squeeze. "My girl and me broke up last week. There're two good places in town, 'Julie's' is a nice bar and serves good burgers, and 'A Girls Place' is a great bookstore. If you're staying the night, the 'Town Motel' is fine. Of course it's the only motel here." A voice from the kitchen yelled, "Doris!" She patted Janice on the shoulder, and then walked away. - Janet and Karen held hands as they walked down a narrow melted path along the sidewalk. "That wasn't so bad." Karen smiled as she looked where she was about to step. She knew there were a lot of 'Fred' types in the world. "There will be rocky moments. Just hold my hand." It didn't take any explanation to make clear what Janet was saying. Janet pushed the bookstore door open and the brass bell jingled. The strong smell of incense filled the store. A young woman with one arm heavily tattooed, the other not, sat behind the counter reading a book. She glanced up and said, "Let me know if I can help," then returned to her reading. They walked passed the books on astrology and tarot cards, passed books on growing Marijuana, and then passed the books on Wicca. The young woman half looked up and said without really knowing what they were looking for, "Against the left wall in the back." Sure enough there were the lesbian erotic books just where she had said. Karen flipped though one book while Janet looked at another. Karen read out loud, "Her tongue slipped across the dampness that oozed from the soft pink skin between the strangers legs." As Karen put the book back on the shelf, she looked at Janet and smiled. "Maybe the 'Town Motel' is better than the 'otel' last night." "As a great person recently said, 'but it will have you in it'," Janet cooed putting her book back too. - 'No Smoking' the sign on the door to 'Julie's' read and Janet opened it. The sound of a 60's Dylan song drifted though the bar. Karen looked like she was trying to remember the title. "Just Like a Woman," Janet said. "Any place," a female voice called out. They sat in a booth facing the bar lined with mostly empty stools. Only two older women close to their age, wearing motorcycle vests with a Harley-Davidson logo on each, sat at the bar holding hands. They each had one elbow on the bar with a beer in that hand. "What can I get you?" Candy said. That was the name on the tag pinned crooked on her blouse. She was younger with red streaks through her blonde hair, the part that wasn't shaved off on just one side, and a ring through one nostril. "Two rum and Cokes." "Any food?" "You have great burgers I hear." "I guess. I don't eat meat." "Well get us two burgers, medium. Please. And fries." Candy walked away, her hips wrapped in jeans that looked like they were painted on and wiggling back and forth with each step of her high top Dr. Martens. "So ... we're moving to Barton?" Janet whispered very softly as she leaned close to Karen. Karen let out a fake laugh. Candy sat their drinks down hard and they both splashed a little. "Sorry. Where're you from?" One of the women that had been sitting at the bar walked passed Candy and slapped her on the bottom. "Nice ass Candy. Want to ride my face?" she called out on her way to the bathroom. "Just for you Betty," Candy yelled back. "Rockville," Janet said. "You stop at the bookstore yet? Need to check that out. My girlfriend works there." There were six empty glasses and two empty burger baskets on the table when Karen turned down a chance for another round of drinks. One of the few women that had arrived before they finished eating stood by the Rockolla jukebox. The clink of coins seemed like they would never stop. Two buttons were pushed and 'Blue Moon' by Ella Fitzgerald began playing followed by many more buttons being rapidly pushed like she had done it a million times. Jackie pulled Karen up by the hand and began to slow dance her around the small space between their table and the bar. One hand rested behind Karen's back, the other clasped her hand and dangled along side them like teenagers dry humping at the senior prom. "I like the version by The Marcels too. But this is nice and slow," Jackie whispered into her ear. "I just like you holding me the way you are. I feel 'safe'. Have I told you how much I love you?" "You mean in the last half day?" Janet moved her head from Karen's shoulder and kissed her gently on the lips. Betty and her friend were watching and swaying back and forth. They softly clapped. Others joined in the clapping as Janet's hand slipped down Karen's back and rested over her hip. - The phone rang in the room of the 'Town Motel' and the voice said, "This is your wake up call." "Can't be. Who asked for that?" Karen groaned as she dropped the handset on the cradle and rolled roughly onto Janet, an arm flopped over her back. "Just ravish me for a few more days dear." Karen and Jackie took turns taking a bath in the shower that was too small to share. Dry and dressed, they walked the block to the diner from the day before. The same guys were sitting at the counter and Doris was filling up their cups with coffee once again as the smoke from their cigarettes clouded the air around them. "Hi girls. Want the same as yesterday?" "Sure." Karen called out as they sat in the same booth, the same rip under her. Doris sat the thick ceramic mugs full of coffee on the table, a small oil slick floating on top of the black liquid, and a spoon in each cup. "Did you have a nice time at 'Julie's'?" "The best," Janet said. She turned and whispered, "Just as long as you are next to me darling." "Betty was quite taken with the dance. No secrets in Barton." Doris laughed as she walked away. Fred and the other man walked past their table on the way out. "Sorry about yesterday," he said as he tipped his hat. Doris returned with the waffles. "He can be an ornery old coot, but he can be nice too." The door to the Blazer shut with a crunch as some snow fell on the pavement. "Want to go down the road?" Janet asked. "I will do down any road anywhere with you. If you don't mind, I'd like to run naked around the cabin with you. Forever." "I couldn't find a nicer person to do that with. Forever." - The wildflowers were blooming and the days of early spring provided a wonderful contrast to the cold winter that thankfully was now over. They sat naked on the large flat rock by the stream, the sides of their hips touching softly. "I don't feel 61," Karen groaned. "Where have the years gone?" "Me either. And it doesn't feel like this will be our eighth spring," Janet said as she lay back on the rock letting her legs spread slightly. "The warmth of this rock will always remind me of your warmth against my back at night. I can't imagine my life without you." "We've shared so many wonderful things - like that first night in the blizzard, or that wonderful dance at 'Julie's'. Can't forget the month in San Francisco. Would have been so grand to share all those years before we met with you. At least we get to have these." Karen's fingers parted the glistening lips between Janet's legs and she stared at the pink skin inside. "And I will never tire of looking at this part of you." Her fingertip touched Janet's clit and rubbed around it a few times. "Oh-h-h my-y," was all Janet said.