Dear Diary…
My wife and I regularly go to the same shopping market week after week, being creatures of habit that we are.
Today we went shopping for a few small items, and were perusing the isles not for what we wanted, but for stuff we didn’t want… kind of like window shopping.
Anyway, we were in the imaginatively titled “World Foods” isle (pasta. rice and all that) when I spotted a girl member of staff stacking the shelf, standing upon one of the small, wheeled kick stools. She couldn’t have been more than 5 foot tall, and I hadn’t seen her face yet as she was facing slightly away from me.
As we approached, pushing the trolley, I accidentally bumped it into the kick stool the girl stood upon, causing her to loose balance and giving me reason to apologise. Now I could see this girl from the front, her short and straight blonde hair – ending at her jaw bone – neatly framed her face, which was small and delicate. Her blue eyes were bright and a little glassy from the shock of being bumped off her stool.
Her name badge, worn on the right hand side of her top, a little above her small breast, read Aimee. I apologised after and moved on.
I looked over my shoulder at Aimee as my wife read the back of the packet of something or other, and watched her move. She adjusted her body like a cat, every movement she made was purposeful and graceful. As I looked at her, she bent over to pick up packaging she had just dropped. Placing her hand down to the floor she suddenly looked up, her eyes met mine and I felt a chill down my spine.
Aimee did not seem to like being looked at!
When I arrived home I could not help but think of little Aimee’s slender body and neat blond hair – and her piercing blue eyes. The way she looked up at me while bending forward made me want to cream over her hair, just to mess it up.
I excused myself after dinner, and went to the bathroom. I closed the bathroom door and stripped my trousers and boxers. I sat on the edge of the bath and thought of Aimee. With my eyes closed I imagined her staring at me while unzipping her supermarket uniform fleece top, then pulling it over her shoulders. She wore only a blue silken bra underneath, the colour matching her eyes perfectly.
She pulled the top off, allowing it to fall to her feet, and in one slow movement she removed her trousers too. Her panties were of the same colour and material of the bra, but were a different design. Her snooty perfectionist outer-shell was now destroyed by her disorganised underwear. Now the snooty little bitch was no longer so stuck up. She looked at her mismatched underwear, sighed, looked at me and shrugged.
Annoyed she removed her panties, then smiled, satisfied.
With her legs slightly spread she stood in front of me and touched her pussy. The blonde pubic hair was tightly trimmed, showing the shape of the pussy perfectly.
She turned around and bent over, reaching between her legs she shoved her four long, slender fingers inside herself.
At this point I realised my cock was throbbing, so I grabbed it and started tugging at it hard and fast. With my eyes still closed my imagination continued.
Aimee’s sudden and frantic dirty show continued. She looked over her shoulder at me while continuing to pummel her pussy, any air of snootiness she had before was gone now as she performed for me in such a lewd manner.
She came close to me and sat between my legs, with her legs outstretched, continuing to frantically masturbate for me, looking up at me she removed her hand from her dripping hole and shoved it into her mouth, indicating she wanted me to shoot my hot cum inside.
I could hold off no longer, and I felt my dick jerk as hot cum shot forth, some landing on the bitches face, and forehead, but most on her hair. I smiled and Aimee disappeared.
I looked at my hand and noticed thick cum on it, I looked at the floor and noticed more. I cleaned up and re-dressed myself.
Aimee was an okay wank, but she will not be in my mind again – she’s just not my type!
Posted by chronicdiary 
