The “dom” I was talking to told me to write a story about visiting the grocery store while following his requirements, since I wasn’t actually going to do it. So, I did. I figured I would post it so it doesn’t feel like as big of a waste of time as it really was. I’m not good at erotic writing. I’m such a practical person that I can’t let go of what it would *really* be like and just write about what would make it hot.
Plus, to me the story is a whole lot of B.S. Doing something like he asked does NOT turn me on. It’s not one of those situations like when a sub says they don’t like pain and yet they get dripping wet when they think about it or it happens. “Public” play is just not at all a kink for me, which I’ve found people often doubt or dismiss because it is such a common kink. For instance, the second time I had sex it was in the back of a truck behind a deserted barn on a forgotten dirt road – pretty secluded. I hated every minute of it. I just laid there, praying for it to end because I was so damn nervous about getting caught. There was *nothing* sexy about it for me (which pisses me off because I do think the guy is probably a good lay). Alright, enough about that. On with the story.
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Grateful that it’s not a warm day, I plant my bare ass on the leather seats of my car. My hands shake as I grab the wheel and put the car into reverse. Maybe if I just don’t think about what I’m going to do, I won’t be so nervous. Just pretend I’m running a quick errand on my way to a wedding. But the cool reminder of the leather seat on my naked ass is a constant reminder, forcing my current situation to the forefront of my mind. I choose the grocery store closest to my house, regretting my decision on the way. I could go instead to the one across town, thus delaying my humiliating walk through the endless isles of the grocery store. At the last minute I decide to go with my original choice of the one nearby; it’s significantly less busy than any of the others in town.
I get out of my car as quickly as possible, scared that someone will notice I am without panties. As I reach down to lock my doors, I notice a wet spot on the seat where my pussy had been. Despite my hands shaking, my pussy had been dripping.
Having just gone grocery shopping the day before, there really was little I needed to get so I opted for a basket instead of a cart. Walking past the customer service counter, I avoided eye contact with the line of people returning their cans, even though deep down I knew they probably hadn’t even noticed I walked through the door.
On my way through the produce, I get my first “knowing” glance. I doubt the old bitty knew what I was really up to, but it was quite obvious she disproved of what I was wearing. I felt my face literally turn red as I picked up my pace, only to slow right back down as I have little experience walking in heels.
Down the first isle where I planned to get mushrooms for some spaghetti sauce, there’s a young man stocking shelves. I hesitate for a moment, thinking maybe I can just skip this isle. But He said I had to go down every isle. I hold my head high, while keeping my eyes downcast, trying to act oblivious to the stock boys presence. As I reach up to get the mushrooms, he glances my way. I notice out of the corner of my eye that as he quickly looks away, a smirk crosses his face. Again my face turns read as I continue down the aisle, fighting back tears of embarrassment. He must assume that I’m an easy little slut. Maybe he’s right.
Filled with gratitude towards the powers that be or the universe or whatever, I gather a few items uneventfully (meaning without running into another person) from the next few aisles. My luck ran out as I turned into the cereal aisle, bumping into a woman’s cart, forcing me to drop my purse. Instinct tells me to bend down to pick it up, especially considering the panties and bullet inside. But as I’m bending down, I remember my naked ass under my skirt. I pause only slightly, knowing I have to pick up my purse. As I stand back up and quickly apologize to the woman I ran into, I can feel my pussy lips rub together, thoroughly wet.
I quickly make my way up and down the personal hygiene and home care aisles, making my way to the frozen food section. The whole way through the store I had been dreading those two aisles. Everyone knows what happens to a girl’s tits when they get cold. Knowing actually opening one of the freezer doors would make things worse, I went ahead and picked out a frozen pizza anyway. Is it possible that in some subconscious way I was sabotaging myself? Nipping out would just make me more self-conscious which was why this whole experience was so painful for me.
As I walked towards the check-out, I quickly grabbed some batteries. I tried to be discreet about it but still felt as if every eye in the place was on me and knew that in a few minutes, I would place those batteries in my vibrator, making myself cum and tasting my juices on some country road.
Walking through the check-out I swore I caught a whiff of my pussy, grateful there weren’t actually juices dripping down my legs. While usually friendly with the checkout people, I again avoided eye contact and kept conversation as short as possible.
Once to my car, I was again wracked with anxiety. What if a breeze came up while I was putting my bags in my car? What if the old guy behind me got a peek of my ass as I climbed back into my car? I quickly unlock my car and throw the bags into the front seat with me, again placing my bare ass on my leather seats.
