Supermarket Teaser - Erotica

I could still feel his eyes on me as I rounded the corner into the produce section. From the moment he saw me, he couldn't look away. Every aisle I went down, I could feel the heat from his stare. With every swish of my thick thighs rubbing together, my ass swaying as I leaned on the cart just a bit - I felt the pull I was gaining over him. And while I may have played it up a little bit, there was only so much I could do, fresh from a workout in a T shirt and leggings, that wasn't just naturally me.

I certainly knew his type; conventionally somewhat attractive, did pretty well in sports, likely dated the vanilla pretty girls throughout high school and college - all the while trying to tamper down that naughty little side of him he couldn't explain. He probably struggled with his increasing desires, and it was only getting worse as the years went on. So I knew, with just one look, that my body was calling out to him, his mind screaming to be dominated by me - and more importantly, my ass. So yah, I've seen his type before. And I've broken each and every single one of them.

So as I carefully picked out some cucumbers while he hovered uncomfortably a few displays over, I made sure he was watching my every move. I could tell he was practically drooling as I squeezed and ran my hands up and down the length of several, trying to find just the right one to take home with me. As I glanced over, he inadvertently made eye contact with me, and all it took was one little sultry smile from my end to send him scuttling in a tizzy - desperate to get out of a situation he could hardly contain himself in.

I chuckled to myself, turned on a bit by all the fun I was having, toying with this poor stranger, and made my way to the check out. I didn't see him again, so I put it out of my head, and continued about my evening. But as I walked my cart outside toward my rental car, I found him - standing there, just outside the door, waiting like a nervous little puppy crying out for approval. My approval.

I had to give him credit, I figured he would have already run home to his cute little instagram girlfriend by now. Desperately trying to fuck her in an attempt to squash the need to be overpowered by a strong, six foot tall, thick and beautiful stranger from the grocery store who didn't even say one word to him. But there he was, looking hopeless - like he's never let this feeling, this desire go this far before. Sure, he's enjoyed some harmless domination and humiliation porn in the dark of the bathroom while his petite girlfriend sleeps adorably in the next room. He might have even asked that girl if she would sit on his face, hinting that he might like to struggle a bit. But she would have little to no interest, let alone skill and strength to make that happen. So maybe he took to trolling online, hunting for someone who looks a lot like me, who could use his face as a seat for at least a half hour - if he could even last that long. As I said, I've seen his type. But this, oh this was much more. This was passion, unbridled restraint creeping out from inside him, so much so that he found himself losing control over his actions - which is exactly what he really wanted. So I parked my cart, and looked him right in the eyes - conveying the severity of what this was. Silently asking if he knows what this might entail, and ultimately asking if he wanted it. He looked at me - up and down, and his eyes told me all I needed to know.

"Grab my groceries."

He looked at me, with practically a physical stutter for just a few seconds, and then quickly gathered them all up, and trailed behind me. I opened the car trunk, and he put them in. I walked to driver door, waved my hand toward the passenger side, and said "Well?". I watched the emotions run across his face, fighting his instinct to get into the car - the car of a stranger, not knowing where he was going, or even what my name was - but instead fighting with the excitement of it all. The thrill that something he always secretly desired, might just be at the end of this car ride. And with that, he practically ran to the car door and slammed the doors shut behind him.

I knew I didn't need to say anything to him in the car. I felt it better to let him sit in silence and reconcile his desires with the social conformity he was so use to living in. I wanted his imagination to run wild, thinking about everything this could mean. Would he finally get his face used like the filthy little seat he always wanted it to be? Is this something I do often? Is he ... special? This last one I inferred mostly from the goofy little smirk he couldn't seem to wipe off his face.

'Don't worry', I thought. 'I'll be in control of that face soon enough.'

I drove us to the AirBnB I was staying at while in town, parked, and popped the trunk as I walked to the front door. If he didn't understand by now that he would be doing everything I said, with or without explicit instructions, he was going to be in for quite a steep learning curve. But luckily for him, he understood - and grabbed all the bags, quietly bringing them into the house behind me.

I gave him a smile. "You can put everything away, can't you? I'm going to go freshen up."

And with that I left that scared and excited little puppy dog to come to terms with was about to happen, and changed into something a little more suitable for a Mistress of my caliber.