Pidz
94 / male
Not Alabama, England, UK
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Sunday afternoon tea with the vicar and cucumber sandwiches… Part 1.
I’m sorry I lied, but it got your attention… This tale has nothing to do with tea, vicars or in fact cucumbers…
So while Gary was at the office, my plan was to create something appetising for a couple of his work mates and their other halves. Having spent the last hour thumbing through a book of umpteen menus, I finally managed to arrive at a shortlist of two. I looked up through the net curtains and saw the wind still lashing rain against the window and thought, another ruined hairdo going to the store in this weather. I gave it a while to ease off and decided to take time and remake my face that I had hastily done that morning. Well, even going to the shops a girl must always try to look her best, I thought to myself in a sarcastic tone. As I applied the gloss to my upper lip, I was trying to think of anything that would take my mind off the fact that my period was due to come on in the next couple of days. Not only having to deal with that shit, Gary tries his best to make humorous remarks about it and that usually ends up pissing me off all the more. The mirror confirmed that my work is done and the world will have to like it or lump it. I slipped into my favourite crocheted tank top that amusingly lets my nipples poke through the knit and pulled up my pussy hugging jeans that really shows off my pudenda with the greatest camel toe ever to all and sundry. Gary so hates it when I appear in public with him like this. But he knew what kind of bitch girl I was when he met me. Probably that’s what drew him to me in the first place, the shallow twat. He seems jealous now that the focus of attention is mostly on me and not on him. Hah, his problem.
Another glance through the nets has confirmed the rains backed off and the short walk to the town might not be as arduous as it was.
As I approach the shops, the streets are fairly empty except for the occasional street charity collector who was brave enough withstand the down pour. But as I turned the corner, lit up on the horizon was the main shopping supermarket that was showing more signs of life. After entering the store I took off my raincoat and threw it over the trolley and at once caught the gaze a cute looking guy on the fruit stalls and not knowing whether to stare at my crotch or my nipples through the crochet. I made my way down the aisle to the savouries and clutching my list wondering why these places constantly have to rearrange things and never able to find what I want. I stopped at a young girl on her knees stacking the lower shelves and enquired where the rice is kept. As she looked up, she got a face full of my cunt shape and in order to stop staring at my pussy, she raised her head and was dumbstruck by my nipples leering at her. She stammered that the rice’s were moved two aisles over and her face turned redder than the labels on the tinned tomatoes she was stacking.
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