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It’s just a run to the gas station for pop that I don’t want to go on anyway; no need to go to any trouble. So I finally take off the towel I donned after my bath and throw on a tee shirt, jeans, socks and shoes. Skip the bra and I don’t wear underwear usually anyway.

There was a time I’d never leave the house without a bra. But today I’m wondering if any drivers in the passing cars are enjoying watching my tits bounce. I’ve been delving into nipple torture lately and it’s really drawing them out. My tee shirt’s thick but so are my nipples.

I’m heading toward the gas station doors while a young man approaches from the opposite direction. His hands in the pockets of his dark chinos, eyes on the sidewalk before him. He’s wearing a navy colored tee shirt. Enticingly solid with full lips.

His eyes lift as he registers my approach. They don’t quite make it up to my eyes. I know he’s watching the motion of my breasts beneath my shirt. His expression doesn’t change but he lifts his hand and rubs his lips.

Like he was staring and suddenly needed to feel something at his mouth.

I’m probably reading into it, but the idea is enough to arouse me. His small gesture makes me wet. And he hasn’t even touched me.

He quickens his pace for a couple strides and reaches the door before I do. Holds the door for me.

As I pass he says “After you,” and im distracted by the novelty of hearing his accent here. So I nearly miss the curb as I attempt to step onto it and just about fall into him. I manage to keep from bowling him over but my tits DRAG across his chest. A moan is startled out of me. His hands go to my waist to steady me and as I’m turning to get my nipples away from the sweet pressure of his torso, the back of my hand grazes his suddenly hard cock. I moan again.

But I’m humiliated by my clumsiness and hurry away from him into the store. I head straight into the bathroom without looking back. Splash cold water on my face, dry up with paper towels. Stare at my self in the mirror for a moment, refusing to close my eyes and feel his body against me. His hands on me. His cock.

When my breathing has returned to ordinary, I leave the bathroom and grab three 2 litres out of the cooler. I go stand in line.

Someone’s in line behind me now. I hear that voice again and my pussy clenches hungrily. “Might you need a lift home?” He steps into me from behind.

“Yes,” I barely manage to whisper.

NSFW: yes

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