I could get used to this.
Chapter 2
I stood alone again at my register feeling my pussy sopping wet in my slacks and wondering if I could actually go to the gym and make that happen. I doubted it.
I’d really never been with a black man before. I’d never even considered it. Not that there was anything wrong with it, it just didn’t happen. And I’d seen James come into the store with some seriously sexy women with rockin’ bodies. So I probably didn’t stand a chance.
“Excuse me, are you open?” a voice called out.
I looked up and was blown away. This was a guy I’d never seen before and I thought I’d seen them all. He was tall and handsome. He had black hair with just a little bit of salt on the sides. He smiled at me and something in his expression was gentle.
He was the kind of guy who gave extra soup to the homeless at a soup kitchen.
But with his Armani jeans and Ralph Lauren linen shirt, I knew he had money, so I wondered if the smile was just a practiced one, from many years in front of wealthy friends and family.
He had a play boy look. I tried to come up with a name for him but couldn’t.
“Hello?” he asked. “Are you open?”
“Umm, yes,” I said. “I’m open. I’m sorry. Just a long morning.”
“I bet,” he said as he started to pile his stuff onto the conveyor.
Chips, pickles, pain medicine, microwave popcorn, ham, ribeye steaks, soda, Gatorade, cereal, razors, bread…the list went on and on and was so completely random that I couldn’t get a good read on the guy.
He was a mystery.
As I rang up his stuff and reached the last item, he stopped and eyed the strand of small boxes of condoms hanging next to the register. His finger went over the selection as if he were reading brail. He stopped at the Magnum XL condoms, chuckled, then ran his finger back to the regular size and the flavored and the ribbed. He was so indecisive.
“I would point you towards the fitting room but we don’t have one,” I said.
Bad idea. Please bring those words back to my mouth. That was so disrespectful. I can’t believe I just said that out loud.
He looked at me. He smiled but I couldn’t tell if it was a genuine smile or an I-can’t-believe-she-just-said-that-shit smile.
“Gina,” he said, reading my nametag.
Oh shit he’s going to report me. And I totally deserve it. How stupid!
“Gina, what size do you think would look good on me?” he asked.
Am I fantasizing again? Did he really just ask me that? No fucking way.
I laughed. I couldn’t come up with anything to say. I wasn’t sure what he wanted me to say. So I just laughed and covered my eyes with my hand.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to embarrass you,” he said. “I just thought we were playing the forward game.”
“I’m not embarrassed, “ I lied.
“Good.”
He went back to looking at the condoms. He was able to take his time as there was nobody in line behind him. The store was empty. He picked up a box and held it out so I could read it.
“These are the ones that get hot, that warm up when there’s even the slightest bit of friction, right?” he asked.
I don’t know if my pussy was still wet from thoughts of James or if it had suddenly dampened again, but I definitely noticed the moist feeling between my thighs. I was wet again. I was breathing hard too, in a nervous way. This guy was making me uneasy.
“I’m not sure,” I finally managed to squeak out. “I umm…”