Tales of Bridgette:Shopping

[Makarov]

The automatic glass doors slide open briskly and Bridgette Lydia Garrison walks through the opening into cart corral of the supermarket. She swings her hips as she walks and her ass, barely covered by the skin tight mini-skirt, wiggles back and forth with every beat the heels of her fuck me boots resound on the hard linoleum floor. She adjusts her top, pulling down on her low cut, pulling the cloth dangerously close to exposing her nipples. She licks her lips, a dark red, and flips her long, black hair back, her breasts bouncing as she does. She grabs a cart and begins to shop.

The wheels squeak rhythmically as the tapping of her heels sparks sweet warnings of her arrival into the fruit and vegetable section. She stops by the melons and gently rubs her palm across it, pressing two melons together. She finds herself a cucumber and strokes her fingers along it, and looks to see if she's gotten any admirers. There are two men watching her now, one hiding himself behind the end of aisle 2, the other one pretending he's actually interested in the squash. There's a blond woman, dressed casual in jeans and a blue t-shirt, looking onward from the cart coral and Bridgette smiles and turns to the man interested in the squash.

She plucks a pair of green grapes and holds them up in between two fingers. While staring at him she gives the pair of grapes a long lick. His mouth has fallen open and he's unable to turn away. She grins and squeezes the two grapes together, popping them. He drops the squash he's hold and she winks and pushes her cart on.

Bridgette walks slowly around the aisles of the store, stopping every so often to pretend to be interested in the food in front of her. She looks down the aisle and counts the following that she's made for herself. The man with the squash and the man hiding behind aisle 2 have kept in sight, and three other men have joined them. She looks past them to blond woman in the red shirt and she winks.

There's a loaf of white bread at the bottom shelf of the aisle. She knows that the other ones towards the top are undoubtedly just as good as those on bottom, but then she wouldn't have to bend over to get them. She crosses one leg in front of the other and bends over slowly to reach the bread. Her mini-skirt pulls upward and for just a split second, as she grabs the loaf of bread and straightens herself up again, her glistening wet clit flashes her newfound groupies. And then she pulls her skirt back down again and pushes on.

In the soup aisle she stands still and looks back, as if she missed something, pretending not to notice the five men and the blond watching her. Leaving her cart behind she walks back towards her group of followers, and all of them, except the blond, find a distraction to make it look as though they weren't gawking her. She sees a man holding up a can of soup, reading the nutritional label. She walks by him and when she does she reaches over and snaps her fingers against the tip of his penis, forcing out a grunt.

She squats down and bends over reaching for a can of soup in the back on the lower shelf and his gaze drifts to her cleavage. She stands back up and this time he's unable to distract himself, staring at her breasts. She walks back past him and snaps the tip of his cock again, but this time it's more than a grunt as streams of cum squirt through his jeans and onto the floor. She tries to hold back her desire to giggle but can't and she's laughing her way to the frozen food section.

Over by the frozen foods she picks up a bag of peas, still chuckling as she hears “Cleanup in aisle 12!” over the intercom. She slips the bag underneath her top and rubs it against her nipples until they're hard and replaces them with the rest of the peas. Satisfied with her small collection of food she finally pushes her cart towards the checkout registers, turning back to see a couple guys arguing over a bag of peas.

An older man stands at the cash register and she pushes the cart up to his line. She reaches deep into the cart, bending over to pick up each individual item to toss onto the conveyor belt. He's stuttering as he tells her the total and she pays by credit. He hands her the receipt and she pushes the cart out of the store, leaving her ogling following behind.

There is a red SUV in the parking lot with dark tinted windows and she pushes the cart over to it. She tries to look inside but the tint is too dark so she opens up the back door to put the groceries away. She shuts it and walks around to the passengers side, climbing in and closing the door behind her. She crosses her legs and waits.

The blond woman in the jeans and blue t-shirt walks across the parking lot over to the car. She opens up the driver's side door and steps in, behind the wheel. She smiles, reaches over and pushes a strand of Bridgette's hair that fell across the forehead.

Bridgette says, “Hi Claire! Did I do good?”

“You were amazing. Heck, you made a guy cream himself.”

She blushes. “I didn't think it was going to be that easy.”

Claire looks her over, her legs and her wet pussy, her breasts and her hard nipples poking at the fabric. “With a body like yours, it would be a shame if you weren't an exhibitionist.”

“Thank you Mistress. You said you would reward me if I did this for you?”

She nods. “Of course I would.” She pulls down her jeans to her ankles and she's wearing nothing underneath. “You may now have the pleasure of making me cum.”

“Right here?”

“No one can see us.”

Bridgette thinks to object, but as she does she's leaning in between Claire's legs and her tongue is out. She licks Claire's thigh and then tastes her tongue across Claire's clit, warm and wet. She can't hold back any longer. Any objections she had before have been erased from her mind, replaced my her desire to please Claire.

Claire holds onto the side of her seat with one hand and Bridgette's ass for support as her slave starts licking her fast. She tries to be quiet and her moans come out low and muffled and then she feels Bridgette's fingers and loses control over the volume of her voice. She cums loudly, pushing herself against Bridgette's fingers and tongue, and relaxes in her seat.

She lets herself linger in bliss for a moment and then pulls her jeans back up and over. She says, “No one goes down on me quite like you do, Bridgette.”

Bridgette squeals, “I have a lots of practice!”

“And you are amazing. Now, Bridgette, is there anything that you want?”

Her smile quickly evaporates as her confidence diminishes and her cheeks flush red. “To cum, Mistress.”

“You know what you have to do for me to let you cum.”

She stutters, “I-I...please let me cum!”

“Beg me for what you really want. And then I will let you cum.” Bridgette is silent and looks toward the road. “Guess you'll have to wait, then.”

[mmdead2002]

Again, great read...