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All I wanted was an apple before I saw her. I had been maneuvering through the usual after work rush hour when the craving came over me. I had some Tom Waites on the stereo and was refusing to let the half-assed drivers get to me.
"Well now fallin' in love's such a breeze,
but it's standin' up that's so hard for me.
I wanna squeeze you but I'm scared to death I'd break your back.
You know your perfume? Well it won't let me be."
The car's motor and gears were more impatient than I was. A Porsche 911 just does not sound patient in slow traffic.
All at once I wanted to take a big bite out of a nice, juicy Macintosh apple. These sudden fits have always been with me and I've always dropped everything and satisfied them. I whipped the Porsche out of the commuter hassle into the lot of the first supermarket I saw.
I broke the law and left it in a handicapped slot up front. I loped in to get my apple. I picked out a big ripe one and dropped it in my jacket pocket and was on my way out when I noticed her. She was picking through some oranges.
She was maybe an eight. Attractive but not super-model material. She was dressed like a librarian. Hardly any make up and had her hair done up all tight and proper. I'm not sure what it was about her that turned me on but it was like with the apple, I wanted her.
I moved up the next aisle until I was across from her. Up close, the attraction was even stronger. I checked for a ring and saw that finger was bare. I willed her to look up but she was intent on feeling up the oranges. So I took hold of the one she had her hand on and she looked up then.
"Excuse me." I said, "After you." and pulled my hand back.
Her look of irritation faded as I caught her with my eyes. I had her gaze locked with mine and for a second I was sure that if I had said ' Follow me.' she would have dropped the fucking orange and done so. She recovered though and broke the look. I stayed there, willing her to look up again. She wouldn't do it. She moved off up the aisle without looking back. I'd lost her. I hate losing.
I made an instant decision and left. I pulled the Porsche to the corner of the lot and waited for her to come out. It took awhile but I had the apple to amuse me and I ate it slowly. It was the nicest apple I think I've ever had.
She got into a dark blue Volvo wagon and I was one car back when we left the lot. It was easy to stay with her. I wondered if she had a lot on her mind or was just another half assed driver. She led me out to a typical middle priced burb. In fact, everything about her was so typical that couldn't figure out why I was bothering to follow her. She started moving along quiet neighborhood streets, so I dropped further back.
I was ready and when she pulled into her driveway, I eased to the curb. The only difference between her little ranch and the rest of them was the color of the paint.
She dropped something on her way to the door and almost lost her groceries.
Once she was inside, I rolled up and parked across the street. I studied the house. After awhile I could almost visualize the layout inside. There are only so many floor plans a ranch can have and the window placement can tell you a lot.
I saw her shape moving about for a while in what had to be the kitchen. Probably putting away the stuff she'd bought, I thought. Then she must have moved to the back of the house. I waited but saw no more movement. Probably in the bedroom. Maybe she was running a bath.
I had no trouble picturing her naked. As briefly as I had seen her, I knew exactly what her body would look like. She'd had a high, round ass and long thighs under that plain Jane skirt and nice calves showing too. She was one of those long waisted women. Her breasts would be widely spaced, with dark, dollar-sized areoles. She had carried her head well and below that elegant neck, I knew that her collarbones would be prominent.
I wondered if she let that long, blond hair down when she bathed. Of course she did. It made sense, all wrapped tight at work and loose as a goose at home. Seeing her in my mind's eye had gotten me hard. I had half an urge to come but I'd never been much of a wanker.
No, I'd wait for it. Wait for it until she begged me to take it. Some things just took a little longer to resolve than an urge for an apple.
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