Ok, I'd posted this a while back and the took it down because there was no way to tag it as mature content. Now that 360 Yahoo has that feature, I've tagged my whole blog as mature, so I feel a little safer posting this again.

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I went to the grocery store one summer night for a few last minute items. It was really late after work -– getting close to midnight -- and I needed something for dinner. I headed over towards the frozen food aisle, thinking I’d just grab a microwave pizza or something, when a girl and her mom caught my eye.

 

The mom was nothing special. But the girl was flawless. She had a fitted tee-shirt on that hugged her young curves, emphasizing her pert breasts. She must have been around 16 or so. She had beautiful doe eyes and an incredibly cute face. Soft lips with just a hint of pout made her irresistable to me. Her hair was a soft brown, and fell straight to the middle of her back. Tight jeans accentuated her hips and long legs. She wasn’t wearing much makeup. Maybe a little eyeliner. A thrill ran down my spine.

 

I quickly looked away, but I could tell that she’d seen me looking. When I looked back, the two of them had moved out of sight.

 

I’d seen the girl here once or twice there before. Sometimes with mom. Sometimes with some of her friends. She was perfect. In my dreams, sometimes I was her. Getting a second chance at being young, carefree. Being popular and sexy. Everything that I wasn’t.

 

I wandered over to the frozen food section. I glanced through the glass doors, looking for something reasonably appetizing.

 

“See anything you like?”

 

Startled, I turn to see the girl there.

 

“Uh, no.”  Ooh, witty. What can I say, I’d worked a 15 hour day and my mind was fried.

 

 

She smiled at me. “I think you do.”

 

“Excuse me?”

 

“I saw you looking at me earlier,” she said. She cocked her hips seductively, ran her hands lightly down her sides. “You like what you see, mister?”

 

“Umm. You’d better get back to your mom. She’s probably wondering where you are.”

 

“Oh, no. She’s busy shopping.” She sauntered closer. “You’re awfully thick-headed for a grown up. Not too bright are you? Cute though.” She ran a hand up and down my arm.

 

Me? Cute? I was pushing 32, didn’t work out, and had a desk job. She was probably playing some sort of joke on me.

 

“I’ve got time. You’ve got time. You wanna have a little fun?”

 

“You’re just trying to get me in trouble.”

 

She laughed, and put her hand on my groin, massaging lightly. “Maybe. Maybe not. Are you willing to find out?”

 

This young little vixen was pushing all the right buttons. I couldn’t resist. “Err. What did you have in mind?”

 

She took my hand and led me through a door marked “Employees Only” into the stockroom. Pallets stacked with groceries surround us. She looked around. Nobody but us.

 

She turned back to me and smiled sexily. She ran her hands over her breasts, causing her nipples to stiffen and press against her shirt. She lightly pinched her nipples, hardening them further. A soft pink tongue ran gently over her lips. “Pretty exciting, huh? You know,” she said, coming close to embrace me. “I’ve seen you here before. Once in a while you look at the teen and women’s magazines.” She whispered into my ear.  “You like young girls.”

 

I had no reply. My cock stiffened as she ground her crotch against me. She just smirked a little.

 

“See? I’m right.” She lightly tongued my lips, causing me to groan quietly. “I’m just what you want. It’s your lucky day. Give me what I want, and I’ll make your dreams come true.”

 

She stepped back and looked at my face. I stayed silent, not willing to admit it. She smiled, confident that she was right.

 

“Good boy,” she said, unbuttoning my shirt “We don’t have a lot of time tonight. I’ll give you a quick taste of what we can do together.”

 

My shirt hung open, exposing my chest to the chilly air. She rubbed her chest tenderly against mine, both of our nipples stiffened. A wave of pleasure surged between my chest and groin, something that never really happened before.

 

“Mmmm. You like that, huh?” she said. The girl raised her hands to my chest and gently circled my nipples with her fingers. My cock strained hard against my slacks. She unzipped them and slipped a hand inside, caressing my manhood. She bent slightly and took one of my nipples into her mouth, sucking and licking it. My knees grew weak and she led us over to an empty pallet and sat me on top of it.

 

She straddled my legs and rubbed her breasts against my face, her nipples hard against my cheek. I caressed them through her shirt, reveling in their firmness. They were just perfect handfulls.

 

“We’re almost out of time.”

 

She knelt in front of me and pulled my dick into the open air. She quickly took the tip into her mouth and sucked lightly, tongue swirling slow and firm against me. Her soulful eyes looked into mine. She took her mouth off me, a strand of spit and precum maintaining our connection. She licked me a few times and resumed sucking, her head bobbing back and forth. Her warm mouth pressed firmly around my cockhead. Once in a while the tip of my cock would graze the back of her throat. She began to knead her breasts with one hand, her other hand had unbuttoned her jeans and was rubbing quickly back and forth inside. Her mouth worked wonders on me, and I couldn’t resists playing with my nipples. The feelings were incredible.

 

She saw what I was doing and a kind of smile lit up her eyes. She paused her blowjob just long enough to say, “Cum for me. I want to taste you.”

 

“I’m getting close.”

 

Her mouth and tongue worked me over, sending me over the edge. I looked into her eyes as she brought herself to an orgasm just as I came. Cum jetted from my cock and I could feel my groin tighten and release, clenching harder than I can remember as my orgasm rocked through me.

 

She stood slightly, and took my hands away from my chest, placing them on her breasts instead. I squeezed gently, enjoying the pleasant softness. She leaned in to kiss me, her perfect young face enjoying the power she had over me. We kissed, and I was surprised to find that she had saved my cum in her mouth. As we french kissed, her tongue fed some of my semen back to me. It was amazingly sexy. I actually got hard again.

 

She laughed. “That’s all for now, mister. We’ll play again later.”

 

She walked away, her perfect ass swaying seductively in her tight jeans.

 

“Wait!” I half-whispered. “What do you mean ‘later’?”

 

“Just go to the mall tomorrow. I’m going to be there with some girlfriends and you can get us some stuff. I’d call that a fair trade, no?”

 

“Uh, sure,” I said. “Where should I meet you?”

 

But she was already gone.