After she left, I cleaned up as best I could and made my way back out into the store. I had to squint my eyes against the harsh glare of the fluorescent lights until they had time to adjust.

I grabbed some frozen dinner, not caring what it was. Somehow I found myself at the checkout. It was now after midnight, and I still managed to get stuck behind someone in line. I shuffled impatiently, checking my watch. I put my one item on the conveyer belt and then got a better look at the lady in front of me. It was the girl’s mom.
My heart sped up and I looked around, hoping to see the fabulously sexy girl again. And there she was, standing behind me, holding some Dreyer’s ice cream.

“Excuse me,” she said, giving me a meaningful look as she passed. I guess she didn’t want to get in trouble with her mom. I couldn’t blame her. Hell, I didn’t want to get in trouble for what we did earlier.

She pushed past me, and I squeezed against the checkout line partition to let her by. “Here it is, Mom. Sorry about that.” The fresh clean breeze of her passage almost got me hard again. I don’t know what it was, but I couldn’t control myself around her.

“Thanks, Vivian,” said her mom. I don’t think she even looked up from her checkbook and coupons.

I stood there, feeling shy and as awkward as ever. The middle-aged guy behind the cash register finished scanning their items and finally looked up to see the girl. I almost laughed seeing his eyes pop open in surprise. But I knew she had the same effect on me. And besides, I was too busy staring myself.

Her mom finished writing out her check and paid the man, oblivious to the effect her daughter was having on us by just standing there.

The cashier distractedly bagged the groceries and put them in their cart. Once he almost missed the cart entirely.

And then they were done. The guy stared after the girl as she and her mom walked out of the story. The girl leaned her elbows on the cart as she pushed it along, which just happened to accent the curve of her back and her exquisitely shaped ass. My gaze followed along too.

“Have a nice night,” the man called after them, his voice hoarse.

The conveyer belt rolled, bringing my frozen dinner to the man to get scanned. The register beeped and displayed the price. The man slipped the dinner in a plastic bag. “That’ll be $6.53,” he said glancing at me. “Uh, miss.” He was looking at me and wore almost the same expression he had when looking at the girl.

“What?” I asked, puzzled. “What did you call me?”

He blinked. “Huh?” He blinked again. “I’m sorry. Sir, I mean.”

I paid him with a twenty. Coins rattled down from the change machine as he got out the bills for my change. I held out my hand, and he counted the bills as he placed them into my palm. His fingers brushed my skin, and I felt a weird tingle.

The man sighed and shivered and I saw his pants tented out by an erection. This was getting a little gross. I shoved my change into my pocket, grabbed my bag and hurried out of the store. Maybe I could still catch a glimpse of the girl, maybe get her to tell me where and when I should meet her tomorrow. My pulse raced just thinking about her.

The air smelled of wet asphalt. It was hot and muggy and I started to sweat as soon I stepped out of the store.

I spotted the girl and her mom in a SUV pulling out of a parking spot. As the drove past, I raised my hands, questioning the girl. She smiled and mouthed something back. What was it? Pocket? The mom checked the street for traffic, ignoring our little byplay. The SUV pulled out of the parking lot and sped away.

I checked my pockets. There was a note. Food Court. 6pm.

I knew I would be there.

I heard a small thud behind me and turned around. There was the cashier, his forehead up against the glass window as he stared hungrily at... me? I could only see him from the waist up, thank God, because his arm was working back and forth. Anyone could tell exactly what he was doing.

I gasped in shock. I think he heard me, because he smiled and said something. It was muffled by the glass, but I think he said, “Thank you.” And then he shuddered and came.

Totally weirded out, I got into my car and left. When I looked back, the cashier was back at work like nothing had happened.

What the hell was going on? I was just a geeky computer programmer. A workaholic with a desk jockey’s body. What in the world was that guy doing? I should have been disgusted. But somehow--I wasn’t. How come?

I wasn’t really sure what I felt. Excitement? Shame? Pride?

All I knew is that I had to get home and get some sleep. I had a big day tomorrow.