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A Thrilling Encounter at the Grocery Store - part 1
You’re standing in line at the grocery store, mindlessly going through your mental checklist as you wait for the line to move forward. You glance at your watch, hoping that this week’s shopping trip won’t take as long as last week’s. As you shift your weight from one foot to another, you feel a gentle brush against your arm.
You turn to see a tall, dark-haired man standing behind you, his piercing blue eyes meeting yours with a smile. “Sorry about that,” he says apologetically, but there’s a hint of mischief in his voice. You can’t help but notice how attractive he is, and your heart skips a beat.
“It’s okay,” you reply, trying to sound casual as you turn back around. Oh god, I hope he doesn’t notice how turned on I am by this.
A few moments later, the line moves forward, and so does the man behind you. He’s holding a jar of pasta sauce in his hand, and as he steps closer to you, he asks, “Hey, do you think this pasta sauce is any good?”
You glance at the label, noticing the brand you usually buy. “Yeah, it’s pretty good,” you say, smiling politely. “I use it all the time.”
“Great, thanks!” he says with a grin. “I’m Remy, by the way.” He extends his hand for a shake, and you accept it, feeling a jolt of electricity run through your body at his touch.
“I’m YN,” you reply, trying not to blush as you withdraw your hand. Ugh, I hate doing this every week. You return your attention to the line, hoping that Remy will drop the conversation and move on.
But he doesn’t. Instead, he leans in closer, his voice lowered so only you can hear him. “You know, YN, I couldn’t help but notice how beautiful you look today.” Your cheeks flush at the compliment, and you feel your heart race as he continues, “I don’t usually do this, but would you like to grab a coffee sometime?”
You’re taken aback by his boldness, but you can’t help feeling flattered. Maybe I should give him my number? Before you can respond, however, the line moves forward again, and Remy steps closer to you. His body is now pressed against yours, and you can feel the heat radiating from him.
“Oops, sorry about that,” he says with a wink, but you know he’s not really apologizing. He’s enjoying this as much as you are. What is he doing?
As the line continues to inch forward, Remy starts to casually touch your hand or arm, making it seem like an accident each time. But you know it’s not, and your body responds with a rush of excitement. You try to focus on the task at hand - grocery shopping - but it’s becoming increasingly difficult as Remy escalates his flirtation.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, you reach the checkout counter. As the cashier begins scanning your items, Remy leans in close to you again, his breath warm against your ear. “Maybe we’ll have more time to play next time,” he whispers suggestively.
Your heart races as you feel a shiver run down your spine. You can’t believe what’s happening, but at the same time, you don’t want it to end. As Remy steps away from you to pay for his groceries, you can’t help but smile to yourself. This might be the most exciting trip to the grocery store I’ve ever had.
The cashier finishes scanning your items, and you pay for your groceries, trying not to let your flustered state show. As you gather your bags and turn to leave, Remy catches your eye one last time, giving you a wink and a smile that sends another wave of excitement through your body.
You walk out of the store, your heart still pounding in your chest. You can’t help but feel a mix of anticipation and nerves as you wonder what will happen next between you and Remy. But for now, you’re just grateful for the thrilling distraction from your mundane weekly routine.
The mall is buzzing with holiday cheer as you make your way through the crowded food court, weaving in and out of groups of shoppers and families enjoying their meals. Your heart skips a beat when you spot Remy sitting at a table by himself, sipping on a cup of coffee.
You take a deep breath and approach him, feeling a mix of anticipation and nerves. ‘Hey there,’ you say, trying to sound casual as you take a seat across from him. ‘Fancy meeting you here.’
Remy looks up and grins. ‘Well, well, if it isn’t the beautiful YN,’ he says, his eyes twinkling with mischief. ‘I was starting to think our little grocery store adventure was just a dream.’
You blush, remembering the thrill of being felt up under your clothes as other customers went about their business. ‘No, it was very real,’ you say, leaning in closer. ‘And I’ve been thinking about it ever since.’
Remy raises an eyebrow. ‘Is that so?’ he asks, his voice low and suggestive. ‘I might have a solution to help you get it out of your system.’
You feel a shiver run down your spine at the thought of what he might be suggesting. ‘Oh? And what’s that?’ you ask, trying to sound nonchalant.
Remy glances around to make sure no one is listening in on your conversation. ‘I’ve noticed there’s a secluded spot behind that big Christmas tree over there,’ he says, nodding towards a large decoration covered in twinkling lights and ornaments. ‘It might be the perfect place for us to continue our game.’
Your heart races at the thought of engaging in more public sex play with Remy. You glance over at the Christmas tree and see that there’s indeed a small space behind it where they could potentially hide. ‘That sounds … thrilling,’ you say, your voice barely above a whisper.
Remy flashes you a devilish grin. ‘Then let’s not waste any more time.’ He stands up and offers you his hand. ‘Shall we?’
You take his hand and allow him to lead you through the crowd towards the Christmas tree. Your palms are sweaty, and your pulse is racing as you approach the secluded spot. Once behind the tree, you turn to face Remy, feeling a rush of excitement course through your body.
Remy steps closer, his eyes locked on yours. ‘I’ve been thinking about this ever since we left the grocery store,’ he says, his voice low and husky. ‘I can’t wait to feel you again.’
Without another word, he leans in and captures your lips in a passionate kiss. His hands move to your hips, pulling you closer as you wrap your arms around his neck. The thrill of being hidden behind the Christmas tree, knowing that anyone could stumble upon them at any moment, adds an exhilarating edge to the encounter.
Remy’s hands begin to roam up your body, cupping your breasts through your shirt and giving them a gentle squeeze. You let out a soft moan, pressing yourself closer to him as he continues to explore your body.
Suddenly, you hear footsteps approaching and quickly pull away from Remy, your heart pounding in your chest. A group of children dressed in holiday attire rush past you, followed by their parents who are deep in conversation. They don’t even seem to notice the two of you hiding behind the tree.
Once they’re out of sight, you turn back to Remy, a mischievous grin on your face. ‘That was close,’ you say, your voice breathless with excitement.
Remy chuckles and shakes his head. ‘Too close for comfort,’ he agrees. ‘But I think we can do better.’ He leans in again, trailing kisses down your neck as his hands continue to explore your body.
You moan softly as Remy’s fingers find their way under your shirt and begin to tease your nipples. The thrill of potentially getting caught only heightens your arousal, making every touch feel more intense than the last.
Remy pulls back slightly and looks into your eyes. ‘I want you so badly,’ he whispers. ‘But we need to be careful. We don’t want to get caught.’
You nod in agreement, your breath coming in short gasps as you try to contain your excitement. Remy’s hands move lower, slipping under the waistband of your jeans and beginning to stroke your inner thighs. You can feel the wetness between your legs, your body aching for his touch.
Just then, you hear more footsteps approaching and quickly push Remy away, trying to compose yourself as a group of mall employees walk past, chatting animatedly about their holiday plans. They don’t even glance in your direction as they continue on their way.
Once they’re gone, you turn back to Remy, your eyes wide with excitement. ‘That was insanely close,’ you say, your voice trembling with anticipation.
Remy grins and shakes his head. ‘I think we might be pushing our luck,’ he says. ‘But I don’t know about you, I’m not ready to stop yet.’
You feel a thrill of excitement course through your body at the thought of continuing their risky game. ‘Me neither,’ you say, your voice barely above a whisper. ‘Let’s see how far we can go before someone catches us.’
With that, Remy leans in again, his lips finding yours in a passionate kiss as his hands continue to explore your body. The risk of getting caught only adds to the thrill of the encounter, making every touch feel more intense and electrifying than the last.
As you become lost in the moment, you’re aware of the sounds of the mall around you – the chatter of shoppers, the clinking of silverware from nearby food courts, and the festive music playing overhead. But none of it matters as you focus on the feel of Remy’s hands on your body and the thrill of engaging in such a daring act in public.
Remy’s fingers dance across your skin, teasing and tantalizing as he tries to push the boundaries of what they can get away with. You moan softly, lost in the sensations he’s creating, when suddenly you hear footsteps approaching again.
Quickly, you pull away from Remy and straighten your clothes, trying to look as nonchalant as possible as a group of teenagers walk past, chatting loudly about their holiday plans. They don’t even seem to notice the two of you hiding behind the Christmas tree.
Once they’re out of sight, you turn back to Remy, your heart racing with excitement. ‘That was too close,’ you say, your voice barely above a whisper.
Remy chuckles and shakes his head. ‘I think we might have pushed our luck far enough for one day,’ he says. ‘But I had an amazing time with you, YN.’
You smile, feeling a warmth spread through your body as you think about the incredible experience you’ve just shared. ‘Me too,’ you say, reaching out to take his hand. ‘I can’t wait to do it again.’
Remy squeezes your hand and grins. ‘Then we should exchange numbers so we can plan our next adventure,’ he says.
You nod in agreement, pulling out your phone and adding Remy’s number to your contacts. As you save his information, you feel a sense of anticipation building inside you, knowing that there are more thrilling encounters to come.
With a final smile and a lingering glance, you say goodbye to Remy and make your way through the crowded mall, already planning your next public sex adventure with the man who has captured your heart and your desire for risk-taking.