On her way home from a councelling meeting regarding translations in the British Museum, Lara went by her local grocer to buy some fruit. No one would ever find it suspicious that a fit woman like her bought a lot of fruit and vegetables, but nevertheless, knowing herself what she intented to use them for, she was pretty nervous. Also because she couldn't stop thinking about masturbating. She had yet no idea what she would want to use this night, so she carefully picked out a few items. Four bananas, one cucumber, carrots, two apples (!), and a moderately sized egg plant. After a bit of thinking, she picked up a few cherries as well.
While grasping the cucumber she couldn't help but feel turned on by it's rough texture. She held it for a while, longing to push it into herself. Putting it into the shopping basket, she let it slide against her beautiful right breast. She shuddered as it swept by her erect nipple. Then she came to herself again, blushing a bit as she hurried towards the counter.
As the young man in the register was weighing her groceries, he unwittingly watched Lara's massive breasts. This, of course, she was used to. But since the last weeks, she was really turned on by it.
Lara leant over the counter, her tits inches away from the boy's face. He looked up at her, «touch them», she said. He tore her top apart and greedily grasped her breasts, sucking at one nipple while massaging the other. The people behind her in the line came towards her and started pulling at her jeans and panties. «YES!» Lara shouted, «everyone!» One of the big men pulled out his cock and said:
«Wow, you sure like fruit!»
Lara had just picked up her shopping bag, the man who had spoken to her was one of her neighbours in the appartment building. She had met him before, he was some kind of sociologist or something. Actually a quite handsome man in his early thirties, somewhat athletic, with a kind but serious face shaded by what would eventually be a beard if he had let it grow. Benjamin, was his name. Although she wasn't sure if it was his first or last name. Lara wasn't exactly in the mood for small talk. Nevertheless, she was now forced to walk home with him as he told her things about fruit. Her sexual fantasies was never far away during the walk, and he had to ask all his questions two times before Lara would answer without interest. He didn't notice though.
«Maybe we should have a cup of coffee someday», he said as Lara closed the door to her appartment.
«Maybe», replied Lara, glad that she was rid of him. Benjamin, who lived on the same floor, went to his own appartment, pleased with the answer.
Lara locked the door and hurriedly turned on her laptop. She connected it to the big wide screen tv she had recently bought, and mad sure all the curtains were closed. Then she went to the kitchen to wash some fruit. The clock was ticking towards 9 PM. |