Monique wanted to pick some stuff up first - namely some drinks and a bite to eat. Drinks were good; they could wait for her and the guys in the car so they could be sure they had something to booze on no matter who's apartment they ended up in. She also rather fancied sucking vodka off cock tonight.
Jumping into the Porsche, Monique zipped around the block and to the late night shop.
It was bright but nearly empty inside. As she strolled down the aisles Monique noticed the teenager at the till, a pair of office workers - probably bankers or paper pushers from the nearby insurance firm - grabbing some snacks and a startled looking pair of students in the drinks aisle with her.
Monique smiled, feeling pleased at the reaction of the two young men in the store with her. One of them already clearly had a throbbing hardon pressing up against his jeans.
"Is this any good?" she asked, bending slowly over to wiggle her bum at the pair while she picked a random bottle of wine off one of the lower shelves.
Stunned silence.
"Well?" she idled closer to the pair, holding the bottle in front of her, letting the neck press between her boobs, "Do you like what you see?" Overhead the shop's internal entertainment system chirped out some pop hit from the 90s.
It was the red haired student who found his tongue first; "Hell yeah!"
Monique grinned, "The wine?" she allowed a pause before bending over again, this time letting the students get a flash down her top before scooping a second bottle from the shelf. "Maybe I should get another; two are better than one. Right?"
The still silent, still stunned, dark haired student (he did look the younger of the two, thought Monique) probably wasn't even aware he'd let his hand slide in front of his crotch bulge and was unconsciously stroking the front of his jeans. |